I walked down the hall, and approached the door. The swirling emotions in the put of my stomach made me want to vomit.
Anxiety.
Regret.
Resentment.
Anger.
Fear.
Turmoil.
Despair.
All these emotions made me weak in the knees, but I had to step forward in had to usher in the next victim of the Dark One.
I had no choice. Or rather I had a chance but the stump where a limb once was ingrained a fear so deep I would not want to suffer her wrath again, lest I lose something, More . . . important.
I opened the door and my heart lifted only to suddenly drop again.
The emotion was a mix of shame, fear and unease. The same feeling a child has when trying to hide something.
"Hello Cemilan," the cheerful voice of the beautiful Glynda spoke softly to me.
All I could do is slink back.
I'm a coward.
The worst sort of person; a worthless coward.
"The Dark One is surely waiting on you my lady." I bowed trying to keep the conversation short and formal. I reflexively pulled my left hand back as I bowed.
She then grabbed my hand "what's this?!"
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Black Thread (CPN) - Part I
RomansaA cowardly man forced to serve an ancient and powerful Witch. A dark and mysterious woman with magic and powers beyond comprehension. She seeks something almost unobtainable. What kind of path will these two walk? What kind of pain awaits them? Wha...
