My father always used to say, 'slay your demons with Fire and Blood.'
I don't think that will be enough this time.
Especially when your demons are inside your mind, your family, your past, present and future. Especially not when I'm tied to the fa...
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Vorsa: Dragonfire or fire in Dothraki. ~~~~~~~~~~~~
Piercing, icy blue eyes, intently penetrated through to what felt like my bared soul. My body froze in absolute horror as I glanced around at the intended death surrounding me, caging me in like trapped prey. Condensation drifted from my mouth as I let out a barely audible gasp, when the almost glowing blue orbs of the menacing stranger, locked onto my soft violent ones. Out of the countless times this has occurred, never have we ever connected like this previously. Violent chills plagued through my figure as all remaining happiness and feelings exhausted deep from my core, substituted with a never-ending feeling of darkness and pure sorrow. Yet I couldn't seem to look away.
After what felt like an eternity, an alarming smirk etched its way onto this man's stone-cold face. This was an expression I will never forget, forever scarred into my memory. The snows in the background, now blowing fiercely upon us, but something about all this seemed off. Surprise overcame my features when it dawned on me that I couldn't move a single inch.
My frantic heart, beat out of control at an unnatural pace.
I was paralysed.
Eyes darted all around my frozen being, trying to find some sort of solution and escape.
A way out...
Anything...
My clouded thoughts drifted off as I stared at a dark abyss where my body should have been. What's happening to me?
The masculine figure protruding viciously in front of me, abruptly lunged forward causing me to stumble and fall backwards into the snowy ground. Unexpectedly, the shadowy background behind him became a dim, deep ocean hue, enough for me to see them and their dark silhouette's. Thousands upon thousands of beady, blood crazed eyes trained directly on me.
This was it... I was going to die.
Fearfully gulping, I watched under thick lashes as the evil looking man with the bright blue eyes, simply raised his arms in a cross like stature. His sadistic smirk still in place. It was if time went excruciatingly slow, when on que these demons surrounding me screeched at the crisp air, an ear-piercing sound which cracked through my ear drums and littered my pale skin with thousands of raised goose- bumps.
All at once they charged forward, towards me.
Frantically I forced myself to move but it was as if I was legitimately frozen solid in place like a solid statue.
I'm going to die!
I couldn't help but scream a blood curdling noise as loud as my lungs could muster.
Nothing but pain engulfed my body. Pain, I have never felt before within my entire being, scorched my insides. One by one the undead soldiers ripped and teared at what was meant to be my body. Tears burnt my eyeballs, and they immediately flew down my cheeks. I couldn't understand why I couldn't move. Apart from my dying screams of terror that filled the dawning sky, the surrounding areas were eerily dead silent.
