"You can't make me fall, and I will never falter. As long as I survive, I won't
let you thrive." I spoke softly, my voice set with determination. I felt it drift
away into the darkness. I realized with an annoyed smirk that the hair on
my neck stood on end. With every fiber of my dissolving being, I forced
myself not to shiver in horror. Instead, I tightened my grip on the cane's
handle.
Sharp hissing echoed off the walls. For just a moment, it seemed to come from
all sides. Ghosts and Spirits! Challenging Demonspawn! I must be out of
my mi-- NO!
I resisted the urge to wince. If I kept mindshouting like that I'd end up
searing my mind. Then I’d be in a pinch. As if I wasn’t already. I'd done
some stupid things before, some very stupid things, but ... No!NO!
I made a show of shaking the thoughts away. Once more, I let my hand
tighten around the long ebony handle.
Thirty inches of enchanted silver, folded to perfection. When I’d bought it,
the blade had looked to be enough to take on anything I might find. It
seemed I’d been wrong. Now, hopefully I wouldn’t have to prove it.
"Immortal..." A soft voiced spat from behind one of the many crates in the
ware house. Left
I spun silently on my heel, seeking the enemy in the shadows. Nothing
moved. This was why I hated the dark! And castles... especially ruined
ones... and virtually anything that lived in said ruins... NO!
Since waking in London I'd had trouble concentrating on any single thing.
Now I needed all that pent up concentration. I needed to be here, now.
This thing was to dangerous to fight in a daze. I had to--
It was like my head swam, the room was suddenly bright and vivid.
Groaning I felt myself collapse as the ground flowed upward.
I barely managed to catch myself on my hands and knees. This couldn't be
happening. I needed the dam to break. NOW
Damn...
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Those Who Walk In The Light...
This will basically chronicle the tales of my characters travels. It'll have some personal stuff too.