__Jon__
I hear my voice howl with pure fury, piping hot rage floods through my mind and body. The old contempt, disgust and hatred for the paths resurfacing. Even in a circle of the most powerful silent stone to be ever made, they still reach me. The future is too powerful, my head sears with their laughter, it grows louder with each passing second. I clamp my hands over my ears trying to shut it out but, it comes from my own mind. I have never been able to find peace in it as they have invaded it all my life. 'Oh Jon, your work has not yet been completed. Old friend!' Some whisper, some scream at me, some jeer. The loudest voice is cold, clipped and dangerously calm. I hold my head in my hands now, my bloodshot eyes surely on fire with pain and rage. I scream until my throat is raw, my voice now hoarse I beg them.I beg fro an end to my suffering, I beg my gift to leave me. 'No, not just yet!' They sneer.
Not for the first time in my entire life, I can only feel nothing but the most pure hatred towards what some would call my gift, my deadly curse.
'All bloods have never been a gods chosen, but a gods cursed, Jon. The silver scholar Julian Jacos knew that all too well, as do you' They roar, a flood of cold distant voices. Almost like I am underwater, the future. The final fate of everything in existence, my eyes water. "Then, what must I do now?" I hear my voice growl softly.
'A prophecy must be taken with great heed, you must travel to the fallens mournful holiday, broken love never mended. Find the one with hidden loyalties and the dagger not for the fallen dn their old lovers bane, three die and one shall rise. And rise alone. One shall stay yet another in secret.They tell me, even with their mysterious words I know what I must do. I stand up my eyes now able with meaning, I can see the last paths I will guide. That I will change, I know what I must do.
One last future to make real, one last time.l I smile bitterly to myself, I the future holds to grudges. It just takes, it is ruthless. If I must act as a messenger, as a guard one last time. I must be as ruthless as it.
I step out of the circle and begin my journey.
(I know this is mega short but i need some relax time! Will update soon my friends, Upvote?)
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Daggers Edge (Red Queen, Fan Story)
FanfictionOne boy was burnt, Another was dead. One will rise to claim the throne. A man rides towards Archeon with a deadly message, will he arrive in time to save the Fallen king? Will his message change the fate of Maven Calore, with it save or doom him? ...
