The graves were fresh, dirt loose and slightly frozen. The Graveyard seemed strange and empty now that the burying was finished, as quiet and cold as death. The crisp, cold ground crunched softly beneath his feet. For no amount of blood, shed from his skin like holy tears, could ease this newest trial. Perhaps it was solace a reprieve from this hell he had hoped to escape. What he hoped to find at their graves, he could not say. This pain was a type he had hoped to never to feel again a flavor which, by his own design, had been banished from his life.Īnd yet here it crawled again, worming its way into his heart burning him as a witch a stake. No, this was a pain that could not be stolen by the cold bite of a flail, and neither was it so kind as the stinging pain gifted by steel. It twisted his insides as they had not been twisted in many years, and his flogging would not grant him the reprieve he so sorely needed. He could not comprehend this sick, festering sadness in his gut. Lorcelas walked slowly in the night, head uncovered by bloody cloth. The stars shone through an uncharacteristic break in the clouds, a pale light filtering from them and granting just enough illumination to silhouette the rest of the hamlet in the distance.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |