EPISODE 2:

Before I can do anything, a dark, shadowed hand reaches for my lips and drags me into the apartment which adjoins the balcony. I know I should feel panic, yet…there is something warm and enticing, about the feel of these claws against my skin. It is as if I have known them, and they have known me, my soul throughout all my lives—forever.

What a strange thought, I cannot help but notice, as I am dragged into the darkness of the building. And, what lives? I wonder. I’ve never even considered such things before today.

I’ve always been me.

Yvain.

Haven’t I?

My back hits the old floorboards with a dull thud. Dust flies into the air and snaps me out of my odd, train of thought. I cough, finding then, that the claws and hands have pulled away from my skin like a tide leaving the shoreline. “Hello?” I call out, still clearing my throat, my eyes itchy from the particles that are barely lit and floating inside the room.

I know I could try to run, however, I doubt I’d get very far—clearly, whoever those claws belonged to, aren’t playing by the same rules that I or those palace guards do.

My heart is pounding in my throat. I squeeze at my elbow and bite into my lower lip. Perhaps, I am mad, but I find myself yearning for the warmth of those claws again… How long has passed since I have been with another? I dare not think about it. But maybe, it has been too long, if I am able to find these claws agreeable...

I take a step forward.

Yet, there is still nothing. “Hello?” I echo, with a scoff. “What?” I kick at an old piece of furniture, that lays across the ground like a dead thing. “So, you whisk me away, only to ignore me after?” I laugh again. “Suddenly going shy on me, are you?”

And then, I hear it—a whistling in the wind. A certain coldness rises in the air around me, and I lick my lips with excitement. “Ah, so you are still there. Pray tell, at least,” I take another step forward, and ask the faint presence, “Am I dealing with a phantom? A mage? Or…something else entirely? Enlighten me, stranger.”

There is a silence.

And nothing again.

Until, finally, out of the apartment’s darkness, I observe as…

YOUR NEWEST CHOICE ❤:

A) A man with broad shoulders, wearing a royal uniform for mages, struts out of the shadows with the confidence of a King.

B) Even more of those dark clawed hands reach for me. I let them, welcome them even, and the warmth I’d been craving returns…

C) A figure appears from the shadows—his face bears no distinct features, his silhouette is that of a man’s, but horns grow atop his head and the faint scent of fire soon fills the air.

D) There is a crackling beneath my feet. I look downward to find worn floorboards shattering under my weight. I barely have time to scream, before I am falling—not into another floor, but deep into a strange world full of glowing trees.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

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