Playing With Life: Sacrifice

Prologue: Morgane POV

The Seer: Future Glances

Moonlight flickered through the small window, illuminating the rough outline of the dark room and reflecting on the cold, stone, table-like object. The musty smell of death and old, damp things filled the air combined with the sickening scent of blood. I walked over to the table, clutching the needle sharp dagger. The intricate pattern that had been carved in to the handle centuries ago was digging into the palm of my hand.

This was it.

I could see her body across the room, lit slightly by the few candles that burned in the shadows. She was crossing the bridge between our world and the terrifying world of the dead. A slight tremor of breath rose occasionally from her body but the time between them became greater as she struggled to hang on to reality.

It was now or never.

I knew he wouldn't agree but it was the only option now. I'd been waiting for this moment my whole life, waiting for her, waiting for this. At first I had feared it, and then I had pretended it wasn't real and that it was just my vivid imagination, but now I realise that it is necessary: for everything, not just for him. Although I doubt she will ever know just how important this day is but I guess it's best that way: some secrets are worth keeping. 

As I placed the dagger down on the stone a figure rose from the darkness beside her body, alerted by the noise.

He seemed surprised to see me and he opened his mouth to speak but I interrupted him. Reciting the words I have heard so many times to him I see from the shocked look of realisation on his face that he finally understands what those deadly, unsettling words meant.

Slowly he walked towards me until he was standing the other side of the table. I picked up the dagger and passed it to him, it's sharp blade shimmering magically, one side of it red from the flames while the other was white from the moonlight.

"I-I-I can't!" he stuttered, staring at the blade in his hands with disbelief like he couldn't believe what was happening, what I was asking, well, telling him to do.

"You have to," I whispered "You have to save her from the torture; it is the only way."