enough, you’re robbed of the serenity of being nothing, and you’re
being pulled down, sucked through the vacuum with incredible force.
You panic, desperately trying to regain control over your body –
where is my body?
The fireworks have started. You clutch your camera, as you feel a wave of butterflies fly up your stomach, hearing the first whistles rambunctiously shooting up into the sky, followed by a loud rattling; a sudden reminder that you’re here for a reason beyond just taking photographs. The smell of sulfur quickly follows.
God, those things are dangerously near, you realize. Not unlike the man wearing the long coat and a fedora, leaning on the balcony with his back turned to you, only a few meters away.
through the narrow streets, you squeeze your bags in your hands. I’m
late. I’m gonna be too late, and he’s going to leave me here, out of
spite… You turn a corner,
bumping into an elderly man casually walking down the alleyway.
watch where you’re going!”
sorry! I’m so sorry!” you shout in passing, hurrying down the stairs
on the alley that leads towards the main road.
a sip of the freshly squeezed orange juice, you smile at the servant.
wonderful, thank you.”
there’s anything else you want, don’t hesitate to call, my lady,”
the young man responds with a little bow. “The
Chancellor has instructed to make sure you have everything you might
quite happy with this,” you reply, taking a look at the breakfast
spread the servant has brought in, big enough for four people. It has
everything from pastries to porridge, from scrambled eggs to fruit
salad. Over-compensating a little, are we Ardyn?
You sit on the bed,
wrapped in the white satin sheet, hugging your knees to your chest.
The sheet feels cool against your skin, a pleasant change to the
burning heat still lingering all over your body.
persistent buzzing sound tears you from your sleep, and you reach
over to your nightstand, looking for your phone. A thud, signalling
you’ve just dropped it on the carpet, and reluctantly you shuffle to
the edge, finding your phone on the floor, flashing an incoming call.
Ok guys, all kinds of warnings as we finally get into the mature territory in this chapter. Hope you like it! :p
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In the middle of an extensive crowd, you’re pushing your way forward. Past myriad of people, you’re trying to get through. There’s a great feeling of excitement in the air, people are impatiently waiting for something grand to happen. It’s a hot summer day, and the smell of sweat and incense, flowers and smoke mix in the air.
The crowd erupts into an unanimous cheer, the noise and elation buzzing in your ears. They’re all waving their hands, clapping and throwing flowers over their heads. A young boy grabs your arm, tugging it enthusiastically.
“Look, there he is!”
You lift your gaze from the boy to see a glimpse of the figure passing the crowd right in front of you.
Warnings for everything possible under the sun in this chapter…
5: The Revelation
absolute darkness, you wince back awake, with your heart racing,
almost as if trying to break out of your chest. After that, sleep has
abandoned you, no matter how you roll around.
thought of Ardyn is constantly haunting in your mind, his words
echoing in your ear, making your mind work overtime. After an hour of
restlessness, you sit up in your bed, staring out the window. The
moon looks extraordinarily big, hanging low in the sky, eerily
looming. I have to talk to you.