Dear Diary, Book 2, Bitter Sweet...

Friday, 27th January 2017 - Lion: Dressed in a White Cloak

Friday, 27th January 2017 - Lion: Dressed in a White Cloak

Dear Diary

A cloaked figure dressed in white.
A cloaked figure dressed in white.
A cloaked figure dressed in white.
The cloaked figure is dressed in white.
All he wears is white. I see him far away, standing over a cliff. It is covered in beautiful grass. I can't recall the last time I saw grass. At this point in time, it seemed so beautiful.
The cloaked figure dressed in white pushed back his hood to reveal an older face. He seemed to be about forty-five. He face was pockmarked with freckles and spots. If I had just seen him when walking through the shops, i probably would have smiled at him, regardless if her returned it.
He reached out his hand to me, the distances separating us suddenness becoming mere meters.
"Take it" he said. I wasn't sure if he wanted me to grab his hand or something that he was holding in it, but I reached anyway, stepping forward.
Just as I touched his hand, a large blade erupted out from his chest. Blood gurgled out of his mouth and spread over his white cloak before he collapsed.
The blade was quickly pulled out of the limp body. I stepped back in shock as I saw who wielded it. Slayer grinned at me. Terrified, I tried to get away from me. Unfortunately, I tripped over my feet and fell backwards.

As I hit the floor, the entire landscape changed. The clear sky was replaced with a sea of darkness. Everywhere I looked everything was black.

Footsteps came from behind me. I darted around to see who it was.

It was a cloaked figure dressed in white.

A cloaked figure dressed in white.

A cloaked figure dressed in white.

He pulled back the hood from his head, revealing a head much like the first. However, unlike the previous figure in white, the face was much more lined. He looked the same age, but the weight he carried on his shoulders made him seem far more advanced. But it was his eyes that had no similarities. While the previous person had been calm and welcoming, these eyes were only vicious and calculating. It felt as if this person was able to look into my very soul and find all of my secrets.

His face broke out into a snarl.

"He died because of you"

"He? It was a she, Intruder..." I stuttered out in reply, before he interrupted me.

"He died because of you"

Confused, I tried to crawl away from him. However, his steps kept pace with me.

"He was going to make the world great, and he died because of you."

And then true darkness took over.