"I have to go"
That's what he said, looking at my harmless body on the floor.
He retreated, step by step. I could see his arms shaking.
But why? I am at his mercy, at this point I just looked like a worm to exterminate.
But that doesn't really matter, I could feel my mind getting heavier every second that passed, my breath slowing down. Even the pain couldn't make me stay awake.
My eyelids begged me to let them close themselves, and I wanted to.
I watched my eyes slowly close, removing that horrific scene from my sight.
But at the very second when my eyes were about to close completely, a voice stopped me.
"Get up, kill him."
What? That voice, it's—
Then suddenly, I felt something holding my arms, gently getting me up on the floor. But something even stranger happened.
The pain, it disappeared.
I was helped up, my sword back in my hand. I felt better than before. Then I looked at him; he was frozen, staring back at me.
"No, how?! How dare you?!"
What is he so scared of? What happened to me?
No, I have to enjoy it, no time to ask questions.
I took a step forward, then I felt it.
Something hanging from my stomach.
I looked down, to see my skin torn from my stomach, the wound still there and just as gross.
The pain was gone, but the wound wasn't.
I stared at it in horror, my hands shaky trying to put them back in. It was awful, touching my own insides.
"Kill him."
This voice again—
My hand raised itself up, holding the sword. I couldn't help it, but I wanted to kill him.
I began to walk towards him, just like a magnet.
My mind was hollow. I could only think of one thing.
Kill.
I could hear my own footsteps resonating in the whole scene, my breath slow, blending with the slow crack of the campfire.
The closer I got, the more he trembled, frozen, unable to react. Like prey resigned to its fate.
Tap, Tap, Tap The sounds of my footstep were the only thing he could hear.
Until he finally dared to say something, but it was just his survival instinct reacting.
"Stay away!"
He shouted, before trying to run away. But he immediately tripped over a stone, Making him fall to the ground. How could he have lost so much of his composure?
He was on the ground. I stopped behind him.
He turned his head towards me. I Could see the muscles of his throat crunching, scared to face the inevitable.
He finally faced me. Then I saw it on his mask, the reflection of the horror which scarred his very soul.
Something behind me, its arms warped around my neck. Its lower body a smoke covering almost everything on me.
It was her, that same person from the very beginning. Her past glowing figure now a dark abyss that screams despair. This is what he saw. He wasn't terrified of me, but of this thing tied to me.
I could understand now why I felt so cold, why I felt like a puppet stuffed from the inside.
She lifted my arm, her cold, yet soft hand brushing my skin.
I couldn't feel the night's wind, only her skin brushing mine.
As my sword went up above, Moonbeams reflected, marking the one who had to be killed.
The more I looked at his helpless figure, the more my sword felt heavier.
But the more I think of how he acted, how he talked, and what he did, the more my grip on that sword tightened.
Even if I couldn't feel much anymore, I can swear on what I have left that the rage in my hands, is made of pure hatred towards him.
A leaf fell to the ground, My sword followed the flow.
And with a cold clean movement, I swept my blade towards him.
Get what you deserve, demon.
Demon?
I stopped, the wind swept the dust on the ground, my sword just in front of his eyes.
I asked myself, what's the real difference between us now.
We were both ready to mercilessly kill eachother, both in harmless state.
This was never what I wanted, all those life I took from my hands, all those life that slip from my hands.
I killed, but why? To protect those who care about? No. I just thought it was the right thing to do. Who am I even to decide that.
I looked at my hands, They were full of blood. My blood. But behind that, I could see what I've already lost.
I dropped my sword, I couldn't think properly. All in my mind is just too messy.
My vision became redder and redder, blood dropping from my forehead.
Then, this man I tried to take his life, who was still unable to move, not knowing what to do, looked at me.
I didn't know what he was thinking under his mask, but before anything could happen, his body began to get enveloped by a glowing, like curtain, growing from his feet to his head.
He panicked, tried to stand up, but failed miserably.
"What did you do?"
He asked me. Although I didn't know anything about what's happening.
He tried to take it off, but it was like trying to get off your own skin, it merged with him.
As it slowly completely covered him, he cried in despair, tried to rip off his skin. But Nothing happened.
And when It swallowed him completely, he disappeared into small white fairy like dust.
That glowing light that didn't suit him, which illuminated the scene, now disappeared.
Leaving me alone, standing half dead controlled by the scariest thing anyone could come up with.
Her hands still on me, then gently caressed my jawline, leaving a cold trail behind.
"I won't be always here for you."
She whispered in my ear, her cold breath brushing my skin. I looked back, just to see nothing. She was already gone.
And that's where it came back.
The pain.
I realized that my stomach was still half open, things I didn't even know were hanging from it.
I collapsed on the ground, I felt the wind entering me.
It was unbearable, that feeling I had when she controlled me appeared miles better than this horrid pain suddenly.
I couldn't even cry out of pain, I could only feel the pain, my mind slowly fading out.
As everything blur slowly, I looked around me.
All three of them were there, unconscious and injured.
I couldn't leave them like this and fading out hoping everything will be fine.
Then I remembered it.
With my last strength, I pulled my hand towards the wound, and with a crispy and weak voice, even if it felt like pulling out the sharpest blade out of my throat, I said it.
"Regeneratio vitae"
Nothing happened.
So after all that I'll end up like this?
But before I could give up, my hand glowed black, a small trail heading to the wound and covering it.
The pain softened, I felt like I could move. I put my hand on the ground to stand up.
Then it hit me back, the pain came back. I instantly fall again on the ground.
I hate this feeling, what did I do to deserve this?
The spell was gone, my wound exposed again.
I tried again.
"Regeneratio vitae"
A black trail from my hand covered it again.
The pain softened again.
Then it stopped.
The pain came back.
I tried again.
The same pattern.
Over and over, Regeneratio vitae, I repeated it.
The pain came, then stop.
"Regeneratio vitae"
"Regeneratio vitae"
"Regeneratio vitae"
"Regeneratio vitae"
It hurt, it was painful, it felt like hell, but it kept me alive.
I continued, the same word again and again. It was the only thing in my mind. I couldn't die.
I repeated it, I couldn't stop, I had to heal myself no matter what. I had to keep an eye on Leah, Mira and Balto until one of them wake up. They will wake up.
I couldn't tell how much time passed, I stayed like this during something that seemed like an eternity. Every time I said it, the moon got closer to the horizon. Slowly, I could see the scene turn into a soft golden sunrise.
That didn't stop the pain, and that won't stop me. I continued, I said it.
Again, again, again. Each time I say it, It felt like it softened the pain less and less. It was less and less effective. But I won't stop.
I won't... Stop...
My sight began to abandon me, it was blurry at a point I couldn't recognize anything.
With the spell weakening, my voice followed.
Then I heard something.
"This is Lady Mira!"
I couldn't tell whose voice it was, I was the sound muffled by my suffering.
But I could finally let go. I didn't say it. My mind instantly shut down.
There I was again, in the same place.
That void that felt like pure blankness. No smell, only the feel of my clothes touching my skin.
And in front of me, there she was— but this time, I could clearly see what she looked like.
Sitting on a white glowing chair, hands on her lap. Black hair, a dark dress marked by purple outlines crawling around it.
And her face, it was nothing special, yet I felt like it was something I've seen my whole life.
She looked at me, again with that smile. I don't know If I should move, or even say anything. This was terrifying.
A blank silence.
We stared at each other for a long time.
I had to say something, I have so many questions, now that I'm allowed, I won't waste it.
"W-Where am I?"
My voice trembled, this woman, or whatever she is, is inspiring me the worst. Her prensence screams death.
"Welcome back to my realm, welcome to Limbo."
Limbo?
I slightly flinched at her sudden answer, but there were nothing evil in her tone.
"Oh dear, you have suffered a lot, take a seat."
What—
I suddenly sat down on a chair that wasn't there before, she can do anything here.
I have to be careful here, anything could happen to me.
"You seem quite worried, what's wrong?"
She's right, her presence is quite overwhelming.
"Yeah, all of this is just new to me."
"Don't worry, I understand. Your soul strengthened, you're able to move freely in Limbo, something that not everyone can do."
What? So she's not deciding who moves and who doesn't, interesting.
"And, if you don't mind me asking, why am I here?"
"I can't really tell you everything, but to put it simply, when you're at the verge of death, the only way I have to prevent you to become crazy, is to bring your soul here temporarily."
Verge of death? I see, all of my apparitions here makes sense. But what does she mean by become crazy?
"Crazy? How? I mean passing out doesn't cause craziness."
"A lot of things here work differently Amos."
Why is she being so mysterious? That doesn't really answer any of my questions— How could I have forgotten.
"And why, why did I get transported in this world?"
She let out a small chuckle, it was the first time she had any other expression than that static smile.
"You're asking yourself too many questions. But I can't answer that."
"What!? Why!?"
She looked at me, then pointed her fingers towards me.
"Look at you, your physical envelope is waking up."
What? I looked down at myself. She was right, my body here began to fade. But I can't leave without anything, she gave me answer that just gave me more questions. My body began to fade, my head being next. I have to ask something else before disappearing, something short—
"Alright! Hum... Yes! What's your name."
She chuckled again, her small hand on her mouth.
"You're so interesting Amos, But since you insist, I am Amorsa, delighted to meet you."
With those last words, my sight faded along me.
I opened my eyes wide open again.
This time in a room. a quiet, huge room.
I looked around, and it seems like a pretty fancy one.
A bed with a golden shaped frame. The softest blanket I've ever lied on. Sunrays coming out of the window, lighting the white walls of the room.