Silvertongued
Yes, this is dog
Your lungs burn. Your legs ache. Each breath is too shallow, regardless of how deep it is.
You've run so long now, away from that thing. Stalking you, hunting you, calling your name mockingly. Even now, you can still see its three hollow sockets following you, that needle filled mouth dripping black.
But it's okay. You managed to get what's important. A warm hand holds your own, and you look back at her.
She stares at you with those three empty eyes, leering at you through mangled teeth.
"Why?"
You bolt upright, drenched in sweat. Your heart flutters in your chest, tightening with every pulse. Nausea swirls in your stomach, and your hands tremble as they clutch the moist bedsheets.
Sunlight streams in the window, along with a chorus of birdsong. Your room is the same as it always is. You could almost believe you've woken long strange nightmare, but you knew it wasn't. Too much was wrong. Where you were used to the sounds of commotion downstairs, or the clatter of work outside, there was only silence. No smells of breakfast wafting up from the kitchen. Only the sickly sweet scent of rot. Most of all, a dark pendant swings from your neck, weighty with the feel of death.
"I brought you up here after-... afterwards," says the voice, whispering in your ear. "You weren't responding, so I took care of your body while you..."
It trails off. You rub your eyes, the flesh sore and puffy beneath your hands.
"...where-" you start, only to be cut off.
"I don't know. She disappeared into the tunnels, and I did not follow her. It's likely that she's still down there, lost. There are few exits, and the warren runs for miles beneath the town,"
"We should-"
Again, an interruption. This time, the voice is firm. Hard.
"No. Not now. Not yet,"
"Why not?" you snap petulantly, even as you suspect the answer.
"She is confused, scared, and delusional. Most of all, she is strong, far more so than her body should rightfully be capable of. We, on the other hand, are small, weak, and ignorant of what she is. Even the best case scenario will end with us destroying her in body and soul,"
There's no response on your part. You simply ball your little hands into fists.
"We must wait. Not for her, but for you. You must learn, and grow, and build,"
Slowly, your hands go slack as you realise that she's right. Not that you enjoy admitting it, but this happened because you were stupid. Because you were young. Because you didn't understand.
"So what should I do then?" you say eventually.
"Personally, I'd say we should clean this place up. No no, not like that. We have plenty of bodies around to clean it for us. Makes them useful, and also prevents the town from falling apart,"
"Either that, or I could start your training immediately. As I said, your strength as a Magi is laughable. It's in need of both improvement and instruction,"
Your stomach gurgles loudy.
"After breakfast of course,"
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You've run so long now, away from that thing. Stalking you, hunting you, calling your name mockingly. Even now, you can still see its three hollow sockets following you, that needle filled mouth dripping black.
But it's okay. You managed to get what's important. A warm hand holds your own, and you look back at her.
She stares at you with those three empty eyes, leering at you through mangled teeth.
"Why?"
You bolt upright, drenched in sweat. Your heart flutters in your chest, tightening with every pulse. Nausea swirls in your stomach, and your hands tremble as they clutch the moist bedsheets.
Sunlight streams in the window, along with a chorus of birdsong. Your room is the same as it always is. You could almost believe you've woken long strange nightmare, but you knew it wasn't. Too much was wrong. Where you were used to the sounds of commotion downstairs, or the clatter of work outside, there was only silence. No smells of breakfast wafting up from the kitchen. Only the sickly sweet scent of rot. Most of all, a dark pendant swings from your neck, weighty with the feel of death.
"I brought you up here after-... afterwards," says the voice, whispering in your ear. "You weren't responding, so I took care of your body while you..."
It trails off. You rub your eyes, the flesh sore and puffy beneath your hands.
"...where-" you start, only to be cut off.
"I don't know. She disappeared into the tunnels, and I did not follow her. It's likely that she's still down there, lost. There are few exits, and the warren runs for miles beneath the town,"
"We should-"
Again, an interruption. This time, the voice is firm. Hard.
"No. Not now. Not yet,"
"Why not?" you snap petulantly, even as you suspect the answer.
"She is confused, scared, and delusional. Most of all, she is strong, far more so than her body should rightfully be capable of. We, on the other hand, are small, weak, and ignorant of what she is. Even the best case scenario will end with us destroying her in body and soul,"
There's no response on your part. You simply ball your little hands into fists.
"We must wait. Not for her, but for you. You must learn, and grow, and build,"
Slowly, your hands go slack as you realise that she's right. Not that you enjoy admitting it, but this happened because you were stupid. Because you were young. Because you didn't understand.
"So what should I do then?" you say eventually.
"Personally, I'd say we should clean this place up. No no, not like that. We have plenty of bodies around to clean it for us. Makes them useful, and also prevents the town from falling apart,"
"Either that, or I could start your training immediately. As I said, your strength as a Magi is laughable. It's in need of both improvement and instruction,"
Your stomach gurgles loudy.
"After breakfast of course,"
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- Clean up the town.
- Start your training
- Go for a walk.
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