Voices echoed across the dark cave walls. Whispers, screams, and laughter. With such an intensity it would drown whoever stood beneath the cave ceiling. "He's going towards doom." the whispers would gossip. "Let him do as he wishes." They screamed. "He is a fool" They laughed.
One man stood in the middle of the cave which held these voices. A man of tall stature, skinny yet muscular arms and pasty white skin. His jet back hair slowly faded to gray. Which could be seen as he constantly turned his head. Moving his feet back behind him and turning in circles. Trying, in the most desperate attempt to find what was making the voices.
"Shut up! Leave me alone!" He would scream. Quickly clutching his hands over his ears. Nothing worked, the voices penetrated through his flesh and jolted his head. 'I can't escape them' He would think, repeating this in his head until he thought he would break down and cry.
Suddenly, as he was brought to his knees and bowed his head. Everything suddenly went black. There was nothing. He had awoken.
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Hateful Soul (Azure's Story)
FantasyA man of hateful words and a destroyed soul tries to find a way in his life. Having lost his family and becoming scarred both mentally and physically. Searches for a way to get through life without meeting a horrible prophecy about him which he has...
