The Mists Of Time
|First Draft Complete|
"the indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole."
"Unless you mend the ancient bond broken by Time, darknesssss will consume you," the voice was silky and hideous.
I felt chills on my spine. I didn't reply, but tried to will myself awake. I must be dreaming I must be dreaming....
I closed my eyes, but the scene was even worse when I opened them.
A huge gleaming sword, with the point against my chest, was in the hands of someone shrouded by the mist.
"You can't turn the tables. They were wrong. You are only a Visitor, and a mere human at that," it hissed.
I stubbornly refused to talk.
"Eh, might as well, just for insurance purposesss of coursssse."
I finally opened my mouth to speak.
It plunged the sword into my chest.
© 2016 @-joybell-
|Started: January 2016|
|Completed: December 1, 2016|