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Consequences IX : He Felt Like he Could
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Terminé, Publié initialement avr. 18, 2016
Consequences - the game in which we write a short story by passing it around a table. Each person takes it in turns to write a line. To make it more interesting, they can only see the one line before theirs. Everything else, including the opening line, is hidden until the paper is unfolded to reveal the story revealed.

Our writers get emotional this week as they attempt to write stories on the theme of... emotions. Our prompt for this week was: "He felt like he could..."

It also introduced the character of Spadis, the Lord of Darkness (pronounced like Hades).
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I can feel my heart racing against my ribs as if it is about to tear itself out of my chest as I gaze into a pair of violet-silver eyes. They are locked onto my own with a predator's intensity. It takes every ounce of self-control I have to keep up this foolish staring contest, but I keep at it. I will not appear weak in my own court! The stranger does not blink but offers the tiniest of smirks, as if sensing my growing distress. I take in a deep breath and silently will some steel into my spine as I, at last, address him. "What is your name and what business do you have here?" The stranger grins and instead of bowing gives a mocking salute. His voice is soft and dark, carrying the promise of death, "I am, Lord Virgil and I have come on request of the king to help him against the growing threat." I swallow hard as he steps closer toward me, those uncanny eyes never leaving my face. "It would be wise if you stayed a safe distance away from me, Prince Roman. I bring nothing but pain wherever I tread." Virgil warns. Before I can reply he brushes past me down the hall toward the throne room, dark cloak fluttering behind him like a pair of wings. TW: Violence, Manipulative/Abusive relationships, Implied unconsented sexual assault, Panic/Anxiety attacks, negative thinking, and angst. So... Reader Beware! You're in for a Scare! ~ R.L.Stine