Kill The Beast

Reunions and Revelations

The man pressed onward, climbing the hill on foot as the sun steadily rose higher in the sky, casting a warm but contrasting light against the persistent cold wind that enveloped him. Unfazed by the fluctuating weather, he continued on his unwavering journey.

As he reached a point where the town's houses gradually disappeared, leaving only the solitary Blue Bird Castle ahead of him, he couldn't help but notice the eerie atmosphere that surrounded the imposing structure. It appeared abandoned, as if no one had set foot within its walls for some time.

Memories of his last visit flickered briefly in his mind, but he chose not to dwell on them, for he had a purpose to fulfill. He was bound for the north, in search of an old friend who once called the Blue Bird Castle home. With his destination clear, he continued his journey, eager to reunite with a figure from his past.

The man ventured through the dense pine forest, its towering trees shielding him from the warmth of the sun, casting a cool, serene shadow over the woodland. With each determined step, he penetrated deeper into the forest, making his way through the towering pines and their murmuring whispers.

His journey led him to a destination shrouded in mystery, a place that had been etched in his memory. Before him stood a rocky mound, and in front of it, a massive, rounded boulder. With his formidable strength, he moved the boulder aside, revealing a cellar door hidden behind it. He swung open the door, and a yawning darkness greeted him, with a long flight of stairs descending into the unknown. The man hesitated only briefly, then proceeded to descend into the depths below, guided by a sense of purpose and the anticipation of reuniting with his old friend.

As the man descended the stairs, the door behind him abruptly closed with a forceful gust of wind, sealing him in the dark. Yet, undeterred, he pressed forward into the obscurity, his footsteps echoing down the narrow stairwell. He could see nothing and hear only the sound of his own breath

As the man descended the stairs, the door behind him abruptly closed with a forceful gust of wind, sealing him in the dark. Yet, undeterred, he pressed forward into the obscurity, his footsteps echoing down the narrow stairwell. He could see nothing and hear only the sound of his own breath.

When he reached the final step, suddenly, the room ahead was bathed in light. Torches mounted on the walls ignited, casting a warm, flickering glow that revealed the room's details.

The room lay entirely barren, its emptiness echoing in the still air. At its center stood a solitary tomb, its presence commanding the space. The man approached it with purpose, muscles straining as he heaved the weighty rock that veiled the resting place.

Beneath the stone lay the body of a man, nestled in eternal repose. Time had stripped the flesh from his frame, leaving a skeletal figure, a testament to the years that had passed. The man gazed upon his old friend with a wistful smile, softly remarking, "Resting, old friend."

With a deliberate and somber expression, the man withdrew a knife from his pocket. He made a deep incision in his palm, and a ribbon of blood flowed, slowly and purposefully, into the mouth of the man resting in the tomb. 

 The droplet of blood coursed through the man's dormant veins like a surge of life. Wrinkled skin began to tighten, and vitality surged within him. With a flicker of movement, his hands stirred, and his eyes, once closed in slumber, snapped open. He took in a deep, shuddering breath, as if awakening from a long and dreamless sleep.

The man in the tomb fixed his gaze on the one who had awakened him and inquired, "Who are you?"

Tending to his wound with a piece of torn cloth, the man replied, " how many people do you know to ask such a question?"