The Omnipotent

Chapter 8: Awakened

"Where are you taking me?" I groan as I am being dragged through the woods by my arms. Whoever my attacker was, they hit me pretty damn hard. My head was throbbing, and I could barely remember what I was even doing in those woods anyway. I looked hazily as the attacker continued to drag and ignore me. I felt an eerie feeling creep over me and the attacker stopped. Was this it? The attacker dropped my arms, and I screamed at myself to run or to do anything, but my head was swirling still. What the hell did they hit me with?

The attacker moved in front of me and threw me over there shoulder. I bounced back and forth as they jogged through the fog. That's odd, where did all this fog come from? Finally, I heard the sounds of people and not the sound of broken sticks. We were near the town! If I could escape, then I could probably get a good head start back home. But to my dismay, the attacker stepped inside what looked like a home. Where the hell am I? After a few moments, I was thrown onto a small chair. My head bobbed, and I tried to take in my surroundings. The attacker was quick to start tying me to the chair. They tied my hands behind my back and two legs to the chair. Once they were finished, it felt like the rope was burning into my flesh. I groaned at the searing pain. My head was grabbed as I was forced to look up into my attacker's face,

"I finally caught you, the demon spawn." The attacker sneered before releasing me rather roughly. Now my head throbbed for two reasons. I waited for my eyes to adjust before I took in their appearance. The man looked too built to just be a simple townsman, but from the way he talked, he couldn't have been from here.

"Who are you?" I grumble. He chuckled,

"Did your mother ever tell you what happened in this place?" he questions and I look around the abandoned place. I have no clue where we are. The site is rather large, but all the paintings were destroyed and torn. All of the fancy furniture was tarnished and littered with dust. If there was any history in this place, I had no clue what it was supposed to be.

"A lord used to live here. He ruled over the human fraction by the name Lord Morris."

"I don't know any Lord Morris." He shakes his head back and forth.

"Your mother manipulated him until thinking that she was in love with him. He even told her who he truly was. I always told him to never share your true identity to anyone. But unfortunately, he didn't listen."

"So let me get this straight. You're mad at my mom for making some guy fall in love with her-"

"No! I'm mad at your mother because she killed him. She killed my brother."

"Your brother?" I question, and he laughed.

"Yes, he went by many names. Favian, Lord Morris, the reaper but I liked to just call him by his real name. Warrin." I stared at him, and he shook his head.

"You must really not know who I am."

"No, I don't."

"Hmm, well to put it in simple terms I'm a hunter. Have you ever heard of the travelers?" he questions and my widen eyes cause him to smile. I may not know who this brother is that he is talking about, but I know what a traveler is. They killed the entire cursed bloodline, but mother told me that they were all gone.

"I thought that-"

"That all of us were dead? No, I'm afraid not." He comments before turning around and heading into the far corner. I started to breathe heavily, what is he going to do to me? Kill me? Did he see me shift for the first time? The hunter returned with twirling something in his hands. I couldn't see that well since this place was dimly lit. He stopped right in front of me,

"Do you know what I wrapped around your wrist and legs?"

"Rope with some type of acid on it." I glare, as the rope continues to burn through my skin. He chuckles as he continues to fiddle with something in his hands.