"The fight inside is hu-" I stop in the middle of song, having hurd a small thud from behind me. My voice is kind-of soft for me to be a boy. My name is Kai and I'm only 15 years old. I have night-black hair and blood-red eyes with white ghostly-skin. I'm 5ft1 too. I was thin, even for my age.
Turning my head slowly over my shoulder I scan my red eyes along the dark tree-lines. I live in the middle of this forest, my home, the Green-House. This forest was dark, dangerous, eerie, yet it was full of so much magical beings too. Like: Faries, unicorns, nombs, elves, vampires and so much more beyond your imagination.
Yet there was one being that was an unknown race. He dwells there in the darkness with a song full of such sorrow, he appears by your side when you need him most, he gives you a choice... Life or Death? This being is me.
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Leaning down slowly, I softly look into the eyes of a boy, his soft sea-blue eyes staring up into the sky and his silky night-black hair laid out perfectly all around his head that was laid limply on the ground. I could feel his life slipping away.
"Shhh... It's alright now, I'm here" I say to the boy laid on the ground, my voice sounding soft and soothing for him. I lay both of my hands on the boys face, letting him know I am there for him. "You are about to slip away into darkness, I do not know what is beyond death. But I have a choice for you" The boy parts his lips to speak. "No, don't speak. You are incredibly weak, you have given up on yourself, on your life. But I won't give up on you... So you have a choice to make... Life or death?"
Boy: "...Li-fe..." He had managed to say in a soft, weak voice. I then smile softly at the boy, looking into his eyes as I stroke his cheeks with my finger-tips very gently. "Verywell" I speak out proudly.
With that, I lay both of my hands over the boys small chest, a gentle white glow would consume my hands. With my eyes, I would scan the boys body slowly, the white glow spreading over his body quickly now. I close my eyes. "With this life and this gift, I shed part of my own life and give it to this boy so he may have another chance at life" I speak out loudly and proudly.
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His Voice.
FantasyThere's a mysterious voice that can be heard late at night in the forest when you're alone and in need of help. But what is it and where does it come from? Also, why does it sound so sad?
