Haunted Memories (Book 2)

Chapter 18 - Darkness

I don't know what I'm doing. I can see what I'm doing, but it's not me doing it.

Yet it is.

It feels like I'm just looking through a window, eveything is blurred. I don't remember how I got here, or why I'm here, but it's not good.

I turned a corner down this long, grey and gloomy hallway to see Armen and Collin racing each other at full pelt towards me.

"Dude are you okay? What happened?" Armen asked, looking worried. "Yeah we came to find you." Collin added.

"Don't worry I'm fine, but we need to get out of here." I said.

Wait. No I didn't. Did I?

That... wasn't me...

Then it clicked.

He's back. He's in my mind again. This is not good. Not good at all.

Hello again, Drake.

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I know it will happen soon. I just don't know what to do about it. We know where Grayson is hiding, and that he has the Egg, and we are on the edge of getting it back.

I know I really fucked up. I reeaally fucked up. Kayleigh and Charlie are dead because of me and Grayson's got a bounty stuck on him that's higher than the sky. And yes, I think that counts as a decent definition of "I fucked up.".

This is my only chance to try and show Grayson how sorry I am. So I'm going to do it. I have nothing to lose. And I would trust Grayson with it more than Aldanus any day.

"Luke! We're going! Move!" Freya barked at me from outside my chamber door. Of anyone's camp, it's Aarox's. Whoop - di - doop.

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I watched as he brushed a load of ash off the box. It was made of metal, weird.

"Do you remember anything before you went to the orphanage? Anything at all?" He asked, fiddiling with the lock or something.

"Urm... I do? Well there are two things that stick out in my mind. One is a guy, he was pretty big and was wearing white, yelling at me to shut up, and then slicing my face. And the other, this guy wearing blue, but with conpletely white eyes. It's a little creepy, he said something about destiny or fate. It's really hard to remember." I explained.

"This is for you, it's very, very special." He said, opening the box.

Inside lay a purpley sword.

"I used to have it, but since he was gone for good I put it away safe. I use this one now." He said, showing his current sword. I am familiar with it.

"Andruin."
"What?"
"That's the sword, Andruin." He said.

"Oh, okay?" I said. I picked it up, and it was suprisingly light.

The glimmer of the purple was a bit hypnotic.

Keira...

Keeiira...

I snapped back into reality. Did that sword just... talk? No, God I'm hearing things.

"Do you like it?" Grayson asked.

"Yeah, it's really nice. Why did you swap?" I asked.

"People were starting to recognise me by my sword, so in the end I had to change it." He explained.

"Oh..."

"Right, we need to get going. Mia could be awake by now." He said.