Misfortune Without A Conscience #Wattys2017

Chapter 2 - Bleak Forest

"How dare you attempt to infiltrate these lands!" a wailing voice ejaculated. It was then dismay and anxiety had overcame me, I had realised that I was certainly not alone, but even under significant danger. "You have trespassed into the realms of the Onyx, the punishment should be nothing but death!". My thoughts regarding the phrase was simply nothing, for I could grasp what the certainty had said. "Realms of Onyx, the domain of death?!", I had muttered with my final strength. I could not comprehend the circumstances; the Onyx, this was indeed much worse than I thought, words could not depict how abhorrent I felt. Onyx was the place where death could resurrect; that included of course, the nefarious individual whom conquered the world through brute violence. This was how it had initiated; the war that happened 8 years ago, for whom I had left my neighbour because of his inferior thoughts and approval of it afterwards. The "War of the Righteous", it was called. For whom reigned victorious was the one that was righteous. This devastating warfare ended in uncountable bloodshed; it was all because of the Onyx, where all had began.

"You are indeed right, now die!", the certainty shrieked with sheer volume. I was acknowledged that I could not attempt to defend myself considering my inability to cast magic temporarily. Thereby, all I did was lunged backwards; desperately beating for the bushes to seek cover. I could not but notice the overcast and dim atmosphere as with every breath comes nothing but a reply of an eerie breeze. This proximity was indeed unpleasant; I had wondered why I decided to come in here anyways; perhaps it was meant to be so; that I was destined to be here.

I had managed to get into cover; but to no avail; the creature had found me. It was then; I had realised; I knew the individual. For whom had initiated the tragedy and malevolent predicaments, it was the formidable wizard that haunted us all for eternity.Just then I felt a propelling force towards my chest; for which sent me plummeting into the thrusting air. But then there was no surreal pain, it was almost as if; something had prohibited it.

Blinded by bleak air, I was only capable of hearing consecutive spell ejections. It was simultaneous castings from which I deciphered, "Vengeuis!", "Neuralego Vexesco!", and various others which were barely audible. These were spells I had barely recognised; almost as if it had came from a distinct power much different from ours; all I knew was that I had assistance, or a similar enemy with the individual that assisted me. Somehow I thought I had a reason to live; somehow I perceived this as the regards that I was needed alive.

As the frightful battle took place, I could not but stay still laying on the ground for which was a carpet of dead leaves through the infertile land; there wasn't much light that could penetrate through this bleak vicinity. All that was evident was the glint of glass; the moon that had emitted light through the night sky, embellishing the extravagant dusk that was murky and somehow desolate. It had occurred to me that I was feeling pain, having somehow wounded myself in the leg; perhaps that was why I was not capable of moving. With the faint feeling of pain, my consciousness started fading away.

"Where am I?" I muttered to myself. My surrounding was incomprehensible, it was practically nothingness. In fact, nothing but white. The atmosphere was bright and vivid, the air was a mixture of freshness and purity. Yet somehow I felt that it be peculiar; through the tranquillity I had sensed grave danger. It was almost instinct that availed; yet it was so distinct; that I had comprehended it be true. My suggestive mindset had believed that I teleported into once again, a different place; or perhaps I was dead, I was certainly not sure then. But surely enough; there was bound to be a path.