They were sitting around a table, talking about their plans. Their hair was pure white and matched their pure white skin. The white color was unnatural. One might call it albinism but it was more than that. The white was the color of a white crayon. Four of them had pink eyes, but the other one had red eyes. The red eyed man stood in front of them all, a smile of malice gracing his features. He felt different, powerful. The power radiated from his very being, shining from a black hole within him.
The man with a bun tied neatly on his head sat at the left hand of the red eyed one. “Which one do we kill, Highness?” Highness, he had said. The red eyed man was their leader. Their king. The others sitting at the table wondered the same. They needed a plan. They needed to know who to kill. They knew where the girl was, they should go after her, the one with a braid thought this. The boy had more training though, the short haired one said, getting rid of him would cripple the Betrayer. She spat this word, Betrayer. The one with long hair hanging over his shoulders cast a nervous glance to a corner of the room. The red eyed king did the same and cast a glare at the girl. She knew her mistake and made herself small.
“Deepest apologies, my Lord,” The red eyed king said. There was one above the king. The Lord was in the corner, unseen. Shadows encased this one, the Lord remained unseen, but the power was immense and wild. It was like a wildfire, burning out of control. Even the Lord could not control his own power. The Lord was struggling under the weight of his own power, but he seemed to revel in it nonetheless.
“Unimportant,” The voice of the Lord made the room silent. Even the voice held the wildfire, with the power of all behind it. “The girl dies. Find a way and do it.” The power of the Lord’s voice made one tremble in his presence. He was darkness incarnate, a black hole in the middle of all that was good and made of light. His very existence made Creation cry out in misery. His existence was a punishment from a force that controlled all things upon its own creation.
The Lord moved from the corner only a bit. His feet were bare and dirtied. “We are watched.” His words echoed. His eyes moved to look at something.
He looked at me.
“Leave,” The power in his voice showed how he spiraled out of control. He sent it all toward me. His eyes, filled with only madness, stared into me, unseen to the white-haired ones. His power took hold of me and I felt as though I was being held by a giant, staring down at the ant in his hand.
“LEAVE!”
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I shot up so quickly from my bed, screaming at the top of my lungs, that I fell into the floor. I lied there, curled into a ball, my whole body was trembling and tears were flowing down my face freely. Besides the uncontrollable shaking, I couldn’t move out of fear. I could still feel the power of the man in my dream, holding onto me so tight that I thought I would be crushed. It had all felt so real, it had been so vivid.
The door of my room burst open but I was so crippled in fear that I couldn’t react to it. “Julian!” Desmond’s voice found its way through the voice of the man in my dream. He dropped to his knees and pulled me into his lap. The others ran in too, all of them alerted by my screaming. Desmond was holding me as close as he could, wiping tears from my face, trying to bring me out of myself. I had nightmares as a child about the fire and he would have to do the same, but this was different. I had never been so afraid in my life. “Julian, come on, talk to me.”
I could only shake, silent. I forced myself to reach up and hold onto him, gripping his shirt, but that was all. Tears kept flowing, I kept shaking, and every time I closed my eyes, he was there, the Lord. His insane eyes were staring into me, keeping a hold on me. It felt like I could still feel his presence, his power, like he had tied a rope around me to make sure he never let go.
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