Cold. Ominous, unflinching cold wrapped around him. The type of cold
that creeps in through the corners of the soul and tears at the very
bones. Victor’s eyes blinked open, steadily shifting back into focus, and as
they did, he made out rocks topped with snow in a curious half-light. The
land was desolate and dead, frozen and wasted for as far as his sight would
allow him to strain.
Memory returned to him. He recalled being flanked by three boys, and
the violent intentions they put to him. But beyond that, his mind was blank.
He huddled close to himself, crossing his arms to fight off his body’s shivers
amid the dark cold that followed him.
Where am I? he thought, trying his best to fight off the frost that crept
under his muscles.
He traipsed for miles into endless nothingness. The silver desert was
empty all for the harsh rocks and frozen, dead trees that scattered the surrounding landscape, and not a sound could be heard even from the steps he
took. He seemed to walk through limbo itself.
In the moments that followed, he spotted movement on the horizon,
amidst the dead mountains that loomed beyond.
I’m saved! his inner voice said, but as a jog turned into a run, he felt his
body seizing up like a rusted engine or ice itself. He felt an overwhelming
weight push him down until his face fell into the snow underfoot. His skin
dried and his throat grew coarse and painful.
Behind you, mortal, came a thicker, deeper, lower pitch voice that inspired true terror echoed inside of him. The voice cut through him like sharp glass into an open wound, and as he stretched his head to see the being hovering above him, the visage of a beast-like woman loomed, shrouded in—or
perhaps born of—absolute smog, and ash.
The snow and frost beneath her naked feet melted and dried, the ground
cracking dry from the warmth she perspired.
Gravity sank the land around them as she landed.
Victor was not sure if the sweat he experienced was from the ferocious
heat of the creature, or his pure, abject fear. Black claws outstretched pulled
Victor closer by the neck, and as he struggled to breathe, he felt the cold cut
of something sharp pierce his abdomen. His mouth filled with blood and
trickled out down his face and neck and his eyes became heavy, his body limp
and numb, and darkness came.
He awoke with a start, body jolting as if struck by lightning. Whimpering in protest, he reached for the wound to find his skin untouched, and all
around him had transformed into the familiar space of his room. All was still
and quiet, except for the chattering of birds beyond his window. Sunlight
shone through his window, reflecting on the glass of water that sat beside
him, and towards his face with a fierce, bright intensity. Midday already. As
he removed the blanket, he noticed the figure of Edward sitting in the corner, distracted by his newspaper.
“Ed?” Victor’s throat fought to speak from the heat. Without a word, Edward folded up the newspaper and went to pour a cup of water, except the
water in the vase emitted a most unusual neon blue glow. “I-I’m not thirsty,”
Victor told him.
“This is medicine.” He placed the cup in his hands, and Victor hesitantly
drank it. It tasted of iron and rust, and he winced at its bitterness.
“Am I becoming a Veil as father said?” The medicine felt like fire as it ran
down his throat and chest, but he bore it.
“I’m sorry, sir. You should speak with your parents on this.” Edward’s
voice was solemn and withdrawn, but Victor felt a heat build within him that
caused his breathing to turn shallow and his skin to boil.
“Is this because of earlier?” he spat like the snaps of a blazing fireplace.
“Don’t,” the voice that rang from the doorway dulled his feelings.
Victor’s gaze diverted to his father, his senses calming immediately. Despite the answers Victor looked for in his father’s face, he dared not to look back at him in the eye. Wordlessly, Edward stood and returned to the corner
of the room, tinkering with vials in silence.
Quite the dream sequence, it reminded me a little bit of the wolfman since you know they both have these nightmares before they transform into the beast again, all and all another interesting 🤔
A dark fantasy where the lives of nine people meet in the midst of an interplanetary battle between wizards and alien deities set in the Edwardian Era.
Note: This story is an extended preview of the actual novel, "Warlocks & Sorceresses: The Timeless Grimoire". The original novel was completed and published in digital and paperback print edition in April 30, 2021.
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