I hope he is alright.
As I walked through the forest, those thoughts plagued me. Not that the man had seemed any less powerful than the demon, but it was hard not to be petrified by those eyes. I could still imagine it as if it was happening, the penetrating gaze of the demon I now knew was called Illiafur.
As hard as I tried to listen, I couldn’t hear any sounds from behind me. Whatever was happening between those two was only something I could imagine. Only the sounds of the rustling leaves as I clumsily walked through the forest found their way to my ears.
What the hell have I gotten myself into…
Walking over the dead branches became like an automatic movement for me. One step, then another and then spread the vines or little branches apart to make more space to walk through. Nothing but the noises of my own steps, no birds, no life.
Deep in my own thoughts, walking down the path became like a dark blur.
Something caught my eye.
What's happening?
I looked around. The trees were sparser and there was an actual path that seemed to have been crossed multiple times. There were footmarks besides my own.
How did I miss this?
My chest tightened as I quickly glanced over my shoulders. There was nothing moving around me. All was still. I sighed.
But other changes were becoming apparent: some of the branches were torn and the bushes seemed less dense. Far ahead, through the treetops, I spotted what seemed to be a tower, far in the distance. Thick bluish clouds surrounded the building but there was also a faint reddish tint around it.
It looks creepy. I really shouldn’t go there. But… I can still take the path and just avoid the building.
This time I started moving with intention. Slower, but taking in all the sounds and the surroundings. The faint sound of cracking leaves under my feet and the wind dancing through the trees followed me through my journey. Comforting sounds. The sounds of not being followed.
The soil started getting drier and the trees and foliage were getting sparser. The tower still seemed far far away, but I could now see it straight away in front of me, no more nature blocking my vision.
There was only but one path. On each of my sides, a thicket blocked the way.
I really don’t like the looks of this. Feels like I’m being led to the tower.
Rustle sounds.
Oh no…
I didn’t look behind. I could feel the hard soil under my bare feet as I began to run as fast as I could. The adrenaline flowed through my veins. My panting sounded so loud on my ears, but there was no reason to mask it.
He’s back. I need to find a place to hide!
The pathway finally opened before me and for a moment I stood there confused.
Where should I go?
But the moment I heard more noises from behind me, I just fled away. Away from the noises, away from the tower.
There were some light stones near the horizon line.
Maybe I can hide there?
As I got closer, I noticed they weren’t actually stones, but rather they were tombstones. A ruined cemetery. I crossed the stone gate and slowed down.
The cemetery was built on top of a plain field. It seemed enormous and there were tombs as far as my eyes could see. Most of the headstones were small, far too small to hide, but I spotted some obelisks and started making my way towards them.
The whole place was in shambles. The stones had cracked in several places and weeds grew everywhere. There was no spot of colour that I could see, no flowers. No proof the cemetery was being used at all.
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