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"Get out of my way." The voice this time was cold, dreary. Zak new it was him... and at the same time wasnt. This was his fifteenth life, and he hadnt returned to Purgatory yet, so... was this another dream?
"Zakerin." The woman who spoke was shorter than the man that was him and not- Zakerin he assumed.
"Out of my way, or I'll kill you too." he said coldy, this was something Zak understood. The man had lost everything, and he was either going to get it back or destroy everything in the process.
"They will kill you." she said, trying to stress each word.
"I'd love to see them try."
Wait, that was him- purely him. What was going on?
"Zak, they'll kill him!"
"You should've thought about that before you took her to them. Now, Get. Out. Of. The. Way. Im going to finish what Nat started on that Angelic b***h if it kills this entire planet."
The words were too confusing, too strange.....
The dream faded into the fields of purgatory, and Nat walked up.
" Long ago, in a time before time, I had a different name." He said, sitting next to Zak."A different job."
The old reaper sighed, and suddenly looked like an old man- not physically, but in body posture.
"Oh?" Zak said. It wasnt usual to have Nat interrupt his dreams for a story.
"Things were nice, I had friends, and a family, but I'd begun to stop caring about my job, my charges. I slacked off and eventually, God or whoever you wanna call him sent me a prophecy."
"Doesnt sound too bad." Zak said with a shrug. "Sounds like you did a bit of travelling."
Nat chuckled a bit, and grew silent. "Zak, In a way, Im leaving you to clean up my mess. Despite the fact that the people closest to me had turned on me, I couldnt bring myself to end them, and they are the ones who will cause you the most trouble."
Zak rolled his eyes. "Whaddaya want me to do about it?"
"... When the time comes, Zak, you might hate me. But I want you to know, Im doing this for your good as well...."
Zak looked a Nat with his one good eye.
"Zak, when the time comes, you're going to have to decide- What are you fighting for?"
Zakerin awoke with a jolt, at first not realizing where he was. The dream had seemed so real...
It had been two weeks since he and Terika had left Sorseri. After her shocking revelation on her relation to him, he'd listened quietly to her questions without answering. Finally they had left, with her getting increasingly talkative.
The countryside rushed by through the window of their traincar. She slept on the top bunk, barely snoring. Rolling his eyes, he wondered why the gods hated him to this point, why they'd pushed him into poverty and misery.
He pulled his notebook out of his duffel. There was another modification he could make to the traditional lightning spell....
You're wrong, that syllable will make it a fire spell, and not a thunder.
Zakerin was alert, he'd hear the voice but apparently Terika hadnt... and he'd found out the hard way she was a light sleeper.
"H-hello...?" he whispered as loudly as he dared. No answer.
He needed more sleep, if voices were going to start sounding in his head, then he needed ALOT more sleep.
He set the book aside, not noticing the slight sound of a dragon's roar in the distance.....
 Azzy Rael · Sun Apr 11, 2010 @ 04:17am · 0 Comments |
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