Hello, Prince.
April 14, 2019
3326 words"How about we make a deal?"
- k.th
All he sees right now is his pure black vision lighting up into a dark grey, then it was as if he was being swept through a tunnel at a fast pace and at the end of it was a white light. Once he dipped through it his eyes shot open to reveal his surroundings in swirls. He could hear himself heavily breathing and feel the cold sweat drip down his eyebrows and even though he was thrashing around in panic he could barely sense his nerves functioning properly. At this point, he's unable to utter out a single sound but choked up noises.This was the fifth time he woke up like this after all. Taehyung was going through hell and back....
"Father [a way to address a god in this story] Taehyung!" The royal healer of the castle reaches out to grasp Taehyung's hand as a sign to reassure the other that he was safe.
After several minutes of struggle, Taehyung was able to lay back calmly on his bed. As he was still struggling to breath the healer rushes over towards a nearby table that had a glass of water and clasps both the palm of their hands together. A dim illuminating glow of light blue emerges between their palms only to grow brighter once they separate to form a wispy blue light. It hovers over the glass of water until it was commanded to mix with the water. As it still remains in it's transparent color the healer picks up the cup and quickly offers the glass cup to Taehyung, doing whatever they can to have stream through the immortal's system.
The healer has read this before somewhere a long time ago, remembering it so well because it left such a bewildering impression on them. He read it from a book called "The Dark Horses" informing everything their is to know about the Jeon family recorded overtime from along time ago before the copies were collected to be burned all together once their bloodline perished in the Kim family's hands. Their was a section where one of the Jeon's abilities matched what Taehyung was going under. The name is blurred out in his memory but it was said that once the ability was placed on someone, that same person is frozen in place and stuck rewinding their gravest memories. What happens after was...absolutely terrifying. It was said that once they were 'broken' there will to live on crumbles, if they're released from whoever placed it on them the first thing they'd think about would be suicide. If they weren't released, they'd stay frozen forever like a statue, reliving their regrettable sins until the end of time - most likely getting use to it until converting into an empty soul.
There train of thought snaps when they here Taehyung's voice croaking out.
"Father Taehyung!" The healer says again with a deep sigh, "You've finally gained your senses." If Taehyung wasn't a god but only a mere mortal, he'd never would have been able to release himself from the infinite torture.
"What's...What's happened to me?" Taehyung says, then he suddenly goes rigged when all his memories were coming back to him, his body body quickly shoots up with widen eyes, "Namjoon! Where's Namjoon, where is he!?" he looks around restlessly and manages to pull the blankets off himself to take his first steps on ground again. His actions almost gives the healer a heart attack, but it's to also be expected since he was a god after all - regenerating his body back to regular health wasn't something knew. Even so, the healer was still startled none-the-less.
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