Prologue-Till death do us part
It was quiet. My heart began to pound. My nerves were throbbing from the recollection of the blow. I lay against the pillar in the great hall slowly dying. My dear Samuel did not come. The man in the black robe instead stood before me. I shivered frightfully as he now stood before me maniacally laughing. I said my prayers, saw my life drawn out before me, and gave one last ounce of courage. I clenched my chest were the sword pierced; my warm blood was now covering my hand, and continued to throb against it.
Lifting my head I looked at the mysterious man hidden in the shadows of the vast chamber and I spat, "My friend, God has not taken pity on you ! He now damns you with all his mighty powers, and He smites you with a firm hand so that the devil will give no mercy!
You do not know me, or I you, but take this very seriously and this is fully intended to offend: Go to hell!" I spat coughing on my own blood in my mouth .It took almost every ounce of courage I still had.
He came forward with his sword and finished me off. The cold metal pierces me again, this time going straight into my heart through my spine, and breaking it. I could not feel. I went cold and numb everywhere. I had no control over my body, it all went slack, but my eyes bore into his. The candlelight lighted his eyes. They were full of passion, hatred, hurt, dismay, and even love. I took my last shaggy breathe while speaking a low whisper.
"Samuel?" He dropped his sword and his eyes filled with tears. He caught hold of the small of my back and kissed me. Tears fell on my lips, but I could not taste them. He kept repeating something over and over again on my lips, but I was already floating away in a light that made me feel like I had no form. The inner voice that I knew was my imagination was floating inside me, but I knew I wasn't in any form. I was just my soul floating up towards something that felt...right.
I finally left my body, and looked at where my body was laid. Samuel shook me crying, "Please Lord! No not her! Why was it written that I was to slay her! Why was I forced and manipulated to slay my love? GOD, WHY DID YOU CHOOSE ANNAMELIA?"
I was very confused. The man I thought was my love now stood there with my limp body crying over it, but he was my killer who showed no mercy to my death. What did he mean he was forced to do it? I knew very well if you wanted to join the Imperiosity you had no soul, you gave it to them and didn't care about who you killed. It was all part of your duty to protect the Imperiosity. I knew the man in the black robe was part of it, and showed no signs of having a soul, nor any intention to break the Imperiosity law. I knew my Samuel was quite the opposite. He cared for me, fought with me, and killed as many Imporites as he could. Then whom or what was this person embracing my body?
I yearned for this man. He was compassionate for me and I couldn't let him go, but the right feeling was calling me again. I now floated above the great hall. It was circular, and long pillars encircled it. The floor and pillars were marble, the benches were marble, and even the fire place was marble. In the center of the floor was a black compass rose. It pinpointed all the cardinal points and in the center was an actual rose. It was pure white and beamed like a second sun. My body lay near the empty fire place, where candles were lit on top of the mantle. Ghostly shadows danced on the wall making strange motions, I took one last glance at Samuel to see him putting my head into his lap while stroking my long black hair that was filled with scarlet tangles from my blood.
The image slowly faded away from me. I was now facing directly into the light. The right feeling soon left me and I began to feel wrong; oh so wrong!
Chapter 1-Losing my face
Ow! My head! I moaned internally. My skull was now throbbing. I tried to rub my temples but I had no hands. I was still formless. I was just a light still, but I didn't recall passing out. I just remembered it getting very cold, and...nothing. Where was I? Am I in limbo? Am I dead? What-what is that?
