by It had been....months since Julius last laid eyes on the supposedly haunted guild hall. Almost felt like years when he thought on it. It had been here that he had received his second magic shortly after becoming a C rank mage. Here that he had wandered in so arrogantly sure of his ability to escape. Here that he returned to...
He couldn't help it when the voices came in his most recent dreams. Men, women, children all speaking as one into his thoughts. Calling to him gently.
He was not sure how, but he knew he had to come back. Never mind that it was here. Lurking, waiting. It was watching him to be certain. Julius' eyes dragged up the front of the building to the windows above the entrance. For several long seconds he gazed into the glass, hoping to find his gaze returned. Alas, he only gained a growing unease. His stomach rolled nauseatingly as his eyes followed up the building to the roof.
Was it...growing? Coming closer? Surely not. Buildings did not do that. Even magical...possessed...
Julius sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. Surely such sights shouldn't scare as strong a man as himself. He froze as the door handle reached out for his hand. It's grip was strong and it's gaze never broke from Julius'. He found himself being pulled in to the mouth of the mansion, yet he could not deny his excitement. It was about time they had words again!
Silence waited for Julius in the foyer. Silence outside, silence inside. His mind settled without the calling. Julius felt something...warm come from his eyes. Wiping his eyes with the back of one sleeve, he found it came away a deep scarlet color. Blood from his eyes? Why, and how was the blood so bright?
Julius shuddered as he felt ice run along his spine. The air spoke into his ear, rasping in three different tunes.
"my little shadow, that you have come back to me, glad times and tidings"
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He couldn't help it when the voices came in his most recent dreams. Men, women, children all speaking as one into his thoughts. Calling to him gently.
He was not sure how, but he knew he had to come back. Never mind that it was here. Lurking, waiting. It was watching him to be certain. Julius' eyes dragged up the front of the building to the windows above the entrance. For several long seconds he gazed into the glass, hoping to find his gaze returned. Alas, he only gained a growing unease. His stomach rolled nauseatingly as his eyes followed up the building to the roof.
Was it...growing? Coming closer? Surely not. Buildings did not do that. Even magical...possessed...
Julius sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. Surely such sights shouldn't scare as strong a man as himself. He froze as the door handle reached out for his hand. It's grip was strong and it's gaze never broke from Julius'. He found himself being pulled in to the mouth of the mansion, yet he could not deny his excitement. It was about time they had words again!
Silence waited for Julius in the foyer. Silence outside, silence inside. His mind settled without the calling. Julius felt something...warm come from his eyes. Wiping his eyes with the back of one sleeve, he found it came away a deep scarlet color. Blood from his eyes? Why, and how was the blood so bright?
Julius shuddered as he felt ice run along his spine. The air spoke into his ear, rasping in three different tunes.
"my little shadow, that you have come back to me, glad times and tidings"
WC: 334
