I am standing in the dark corridor, lit with candles. The howling wind outside sounds like agonising wails and what is seeping through the crevices in the walls feels icier. I grab a candle and walk to the stairs. The smell of decay is stronger, laced with something different. I start making my way up.
Step after step...
Stair after stair...
Higher...
Higher...
I reach the door and touch the handle – scorching hot as always. My candle loses its flame as once more, I am drawn into the room by some mysterious pull.
"Why are you here?"
"It is time for me to choose. I am ready," I hear myself say.
"You have already chosen. There is no turning back. You cannot undo what you started."
I look down at the books in front of me. The one on the right is closed but the one on the left is open. The picture I see there shocks me... and I realise what I have been smelling all this time – the sickly sweet smell of death...
I wake up stifling a scream, drenched in sweat. My heart is thumping at a perilous rate and I turn to grab the water bottle on my night stand.
It is 1:23am.
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Balance of the Skies (bxb)
FantasyWhen Lorien is accepted by the Art School of his dreams, little does he know that he is about to embark on a journey of discovery - a journey which he is destined to make and that started with one dream on the eve of his 15th birthday. This is my f...
