Reality of Daydreams

Accursed

Mage wiped the beads of sweat off his brow while swatting away the pesky bugs. He leaned against the wall, feeling it's rough edges against his back. Two days left, he practically chanted to himself. Catching sight of an overseer he quickly turned back to his work. A moment later, after a couple swings of his pickaxe, a booming voice filled the cavern. 

"Having fun shorty?" the overseer had asked boy a little younger than Mage, maybe 13. He stammered and tripped over his words. "yes- no- I- I'm sorry sir." The boy grabbed at his tool before it was snatched away. The man nodded knowingly. "That's good. You're sorry, right?" The boy nodded vigorously. "Well, I'm sorry too." No sooner had he said this before the boy was practically lifted by the collar and dragged out. "I'm sorry I ain't paying for your dilly-dallying!" Mage didn't dare to look less he could be taken out.  Two more days. Only two. The boy went away silently, remembering what had happened to the last one who tried to argue. They were all hungry, but with only the worst of work.

There was a clattering noise announcing a switch of the workers. While swinging his ax down Mage let it slip from his hands, lodging it in a crack. For a moment his hands felt a strange buzz before stiffening and becoming ridged in the grip it had held for so long. He tilted his head back as pins and needles showered over his hands. One more day. 

Although the hours were horrible and heat almost unbearable in the stuffy cave it had paid fairly well for those who stayed. Dragging his feet in the dirt road he held tight to his earnings over his shoulder. The last day had ended with the familiar clattering and the sunset. The heat of the day seemed to become but a memory in the night, a soft breeze playing like a lullaby in the air. Until his moonlit surroundings seemed to darken. The grip on his livelihood faltered as he saw a shadow lash out at him. He felt a grip of fire take hold of him as his chest rose and fell. 

"You've come too close mortal."

An old woman's voice hissed in unison with two others.

 The shadow melted back while the fire kept hold of him. Run, get away!  The urge to flee was taking over, but Mage only stood frozen in place. There was another sound that had not melted away with the darkness but stayed with the moonlight. Someone whimpering. Softly. Painfully. The urge to run had almost instantly vanished into something else. The blood rushing to his head, Mage took a hesitant step in the direction of the shadow's origin. 

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Soul's expression relaxed into a tired smile as his eyes shifted from the knife to its owner, he let out a soft breath. "Accursed?" 

The figure stopped, standing over the silver-haired boy. "Well," Soul went on lifting his hand up, with the small burn on his finger, 

"Join the club."

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A/N

I forgot how much I enjoyed writing this story!! Every night sitting down with no idea what I'm going to write about and then BAM! A TWIST! MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

With every day that comes I realize how stressful July is going to be for me, BUT as long as I got this little A/N to put my anxieties in I think I'll be fine... *laughs nervously*

Well, thanks for sticking around! 

GOODNIGHT PEEPS AND SEE YOU TOMORROW!!!! :D