"THAT'S ENOUGH PLAYING FOR NOW. LET HER GO." My eyes fly open as a bald man appears from the foliage behind me, commanding the gargoyles. Gratitude and hatred swamps at me at the same time, making my head spin. Was he right there the whole time? He could have helped.
I wait for the gargoyles to retaliate and use their very sharp claws to shut the man up. But they don't lash out. Instead, they bow their heads, and unlatch their teeth from me, almost in shame. The sudden separation makes me feel a burning sensation in my neck, but specifically my lower leg. I don't even want to look at it now; most of it is probably gone. The man steps closer, his face obscured by a black mask.
"Sorry about the leg. They tend to get excited when a new meal is on the menu." He says in a booming voice as he levels them with a glare.
I clutch my head and whimper from his loud voice. He doesn't sound sorry; not at all.
He turns to me and tsk-tsks, "Now, now, Princess. Playing weak won't help you.You of all people should know this, by now." I furrow my brows, momentarily forgetting the pain.
By now? I want to ask.
"That won't help you either. Pretending to not know what I am talking about? Oh, that's an old trick in the book. You really are your father's daughter."
My head snaps up so quickly from nursing my shoulder, I get a whiplash. I wince, and attempt to sit up. This time, I find my voice, slightly bruising my throat some more.
"What are you talking about?"
"Enough with the games!." He shouts and I focus on the vein throbbing on his forehead, the flashing of his bright green eyes. He straightens his posture and adds with a softer, surprisingly more menacing tone, "Very soon, princess, I'm close. I know I am; If I can contact you here, it means you are. Soon, we will battle the battle that you failed to show up to seventeen years ago. And I will de-"
I don't get to hear the end of his threat. He suddenly disappears. The desolate world vanishes right before my eyes. I realise how absurd this entire thing is, but what is even more absurd is the place I'm in now. Possibly another one of those cabins, but it's darker here. It is as if I stepped into an endless black void. The darkness so heavy, it weighs on my injured and tired shoulders, and I am almost certain that if I reach out, I could touch it.
Where am I this time?
Author's Note:
Hello guys! Hope you are having a great day and enjoyed this latest entry. Sorry about this short chapter but in the other format, the next entry is the begining of a new chapter, and I figured I've already confused you all enough. However, I have also started contemplating a tad bit shorter entries, as it will make them shorter but much more in between. I might possibly do that with the next couple entries, see if it works; if it doesn't, tell me in the comments if you'd like to go back to the longer entries. For now, later.
Peace out.
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The Prophetess
Fantasy"Their lives rest in your hands, Sera. Don't fail them." The old lady said, and before I could put a word in, she disappeared; just like dust. Seventeen year old Sera has always considered herself to be the 'mum' of her odd family, and always acted...
