09-24-2015, 03:05 PM
Bas found it hard to focus on any one thing. The taste of blood filled his mouth and he tried to cough and instead felt a shock of pain- pain on top of that which already held his heart in a tight-fisted grip- that froze him in agony for a thousand years. A face floated into his mind. He struggled to remember when a name came to him Boris. Something about Boris.
He felt darkness closing around him little by little, the muffled sounds of conversation a dull buzz in his ears. And he wanted to cry. He saw his mother and his brother and knew he would never see them again. Who would take care of them?
With his last strength he prayed to the Holy Mother, begged her to open to him, to send him her light. He needed her power, craved it. But she did not answer. She refused him.
Instead, the darkness grew and surrounded him and hunted him and he had no where to go. So he faced it alone, defiant even as he faded out of existence.
He...
He felt darkness closing around him little by little, the muffled sounds of conversation a dull buzz in his ears. And he wanted to cry. He saw his mother and his brother and knew he would never see them again. Who would take care of them?
With his last strength he prayed to the Holy Mother, begged her to open to him, to send him her light. He needed her power, craved it. But she did not answer. She refused him.
Instead, the darkness grew and surrounded him and hunted him and he had no where to go. So he faced it alone, defiant even as he faded out of existence.
He...