The world is not what you think. Love isn't what it seems to be. Life is a cycle of magic. And Scarlet is the girl who has that magic. Once they called her a halfling, an aberration that shouldn't have existed but now others say she's special.
In a...
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My knees collided with the ground. A hand shot out to grasp something to hold onto. The wall of the maze closer to me crumbled down, parchment-like fragments of it bursting in the air.
And suddenly, in the darkness there was light.
The vision before my gaze changed, transforming in the next blink of my eyes. This was never supposed to happen and yet, with the sound of her laughter bursting into the maze we were at, it did.
Hundreds of lights swam in my vision, each and every one of them calling on something inside me that I didn't know existed until this moment.
They floated around me. Pieces of shattered souls that were once complete, they were drained, dried from their spark until almost none was left, and they still existed—somewhere in between the nothing and existence.
Cursed souls and their whispers in between the screams.
Control was slipping away to be replaced by need—a pulse of power, a want coming from deep inside, a craving that demanded from me to take.
Her soul was the brightest one in the fog as my mind exploded with images I wasn't supposed to see. The reality of where we were—Scarlet and me—and what existed all around us dawned, and so did the realization of what I truly was.
One of them.
The same.
A man who craved to fill that bottomless void inside of him with the very thing he didn't have.
A soul. Her soul that was so pure its light burned my retinas.
Take it! The whispers urged me to do it—my mistress' voice coming to my mind in an echo of sound deafening the singing souls.
"Lucas?" Scarlet's voice joined, laced with concern. She was shifting closer to where I was—fallen to my knees and fighting the whispers that tried to consume my reason with each second that passed.
How many more seconds until I choked on the sensation and gave in to the hunger?
"Please, Lucas. Just tell me what's wrong." Reaching a hand toward me, offering it to help me up, she was clueless.
She was an innocent alone with a monster.
"Stay back!" I shrieked, slapping her hand away.
She frowned. "But—"
"Don't come closer!" I shouted. The ferocious teeth sank deeper into me without even a hint they intended to ever let go—not until I succumbed to the hunger.
Brighter than the rest of them, she was shining in my vision like a sun rising in the center of a sky filled with hundred of moons—
No, thousands.
And I was falling. I was failing her. The haze swept over my mind.
The next moment I found myself reaching toward her, crawling on my knees just to be closer to her precious light. I yearned to bask in it, take it the same way I knew my father would.
