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What if I have chosen differently?

Would have I become a different person? A better one?

Choices define us and hell there’s no going back now….

…………………..

For ages I wander these halls of desolation.

It’s not even fun or with purpose. These halls were empty for eternity, the scholars that once wander these halls now dead. This place had been so old that even if the scholars survived the waves of horror that rained down on this place would now only exist as dusty old bones. Or maybe dusty old dust, even.

And then, I still tread these halls. I exist without permission, like a bad child who escaped their parents of life and death. Exist is much of an exaggeration, I don’t exist. I stalk these shadows like a shadow…

But shadows don’t kill you. I will.

I move with happiness today. These halls that I have laid waste to, that I have bloodied and make vile is a life again. I sense someone else is here, though his existence is dampened by stealth and magic it’s clear to me as daylight…

That I must splash these walls with warm blood once again.

The hunt has begun. The pack have been assembled been called and we are closing in. Chances are slim. Death is certain

Let the hunt, begin….

…………………..

These ghosts that trailed him are hollow.

They have no sense. Just the vengeful thought of avenging their pity and inevitable death carried them on.

Better make this quick then!

“Well…” the man started conversing as they walked along the sidelines of the road

“i believe that was your world’s way of saying hello. Well, they succeeded in making an entrance and failed in scaring the…” the boy interrupted

“Mind your words, young man. This is children fiction. Well, it’s not and no children in the right mind would read this anyway but….what do you think that was?”

That kept the boy silenced, and as his mind wanders to return the question.

“That tiny little creature over there, the one you just have just been chatting with…

Rang any bell?

At any rate, those things are called Wraths, spirits that wanders the land of Sea Ward waiting for resurrection. They are deadly, disgusting and generally very unpleasant. Talking about it some are coming our ways now”

The boy recoiled, deeply in shock

“Now??!”

“Yes and we are going to try something very, very clever. They are wanting to kill you. They will do it at any cost.

But we won’t let it happen

I’m a smart person, am i?”

“Yes, wait what…”

“So it’s logical that we are one step ahead of them….

So I’m gonna kill you first!

Then shadow devoured the boy and something in the air went cold

…………………..

It was quick.

We gave the man what he wanted, that nasty man of shadows.

The shadowy man!

In exchange he showed us the boy…

The poor cold dead boy!

Well actually, he showed us a grave, which is not half as good but it was sealed with dark magic, encased with an iron coffin and right in the middle…

He ought to be happy down there. He should be right away.

For when he wakes up again, things are gonna get a whole lot worse.