Jesper pulled the knife out, black oozed out of the gaping hole now in his chest. He groaned in pain, it had struck his core, he was going to die. The world around him was fading. In the cage Pathos stirred. If he woke up everything would be for nothing, everything would vanish. He'd lose Maria! He wasn't sure what to do. He moved forward carefully trying not to make much noise. What was that thing people did to make their children sleep? They sang sometimes, well he was the god of song if he felt like being technical. It was worth trying.
He opened his mouth and sang. It was a song of pain and turmoil. He sang of love, loss, and delicate understanding. He sang softly, bitterly, and as the pain began to become too much to stand he sank to the floor. Inside the cage Pathos stilled and sank back into the shadow of the blankets. Jesper was shaking hard, barely conscious from blood loss. He sank the rest of the way to the floor and closed his eyes. He wouldn't be keeping his promise to Maria, and he certainly wasn't going to be able to check if Addac was alright. He closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh as he allowed the darkness to consume him.
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He woke up with a start. He had no idea where he was or how he'd gotten there. For all sorts and purposes he should be dead. Very, very dead. Now he sat up in a brightly lit room of soft colors on a bed much like Maria's, listening to soft music. A tall figure stood to one side near a door. All Jesper could tell was that the figure was male and had bright, glowing golden pupil-less eyes.
"Good morning." Said the figure.
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The Keepers: Song of Sorrow
FantasyIn the darkest depths of the Void lies a dream. It's been there of thousands of years undisturbed and thriving. Well maybe not the people in the dream, but the monsters that were conjured into being the moment the dream started seem to do well for t...
