A Cold Heart

A Cold Heart

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A thousand years ago, the White Order made a terrible mistake, fusing a child with the Sphere of Death and inadvertently creating the future Dark King. Now Zerah hopes to atone for the past sins by repeating them, merging those with the right blood - from each of the remaining lands - with the Spheres their countries once guarded. Such a terrible experiment will, sooner or later, kill the ones so fused-- But these Sphere Bearers may be the last chance Zerah has to seal the Death Sphere and its wielder once and for all.
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A thousand years ago, the White Order made a terrible mistake, fusing a child with the Sphere of Death and inadvertently creating the future Dark King. Now Zerah hopes to atone for the past sins by repeating them, merging those with the right blood - from each of the remaining lands - with the Spheres their countries once guarded. Such a terrible experiment will, sooner or later, kill the ones so fused-- But these Sphere Bearers may be the last chance Zerah has to seal the Death Sphere and its wielder once and for all.

Chapter1 (v.1) - How it all started

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: February 23, 2017

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Darkness... Coldness.... Those were the feelings that rushed through me consistently, reminding me of the solitude of my childhood. I groaned, the familiar throbbing emanating from the back of my neck.

"...ander". A faint, deep voice called out. I could not decipher what it had just said. I squinted at the blurry figure hidden amongst the shadows.

"Lysander," he said.

"W-Where am I?" I questioned the cloaked figure, realising the raspiness of my voice. It seemed that my voice was unused for a very long time. My vision had refocused again, and I asked the figure again with a steadier voice. "How long have I been here?" I looked around scrutinising the place. Medieval architecture adorned the room; it felt familiar, yet I could not pinpoint where I last saw it. The figure chuckled with disbelief. "It has been 1000 years since the Dark Reign."

"That long huh?" I replied amusedly. I tried to recall the incident but to no avail. I groaned in pain; the last thing I remembered was the betrayal. That very day when my trust shattered into pieces.

***

It is so dark and cold. Why? Why did you betray me like this? I trusted you…

I can only cry as the cold and the silence stretches, the sound echoing around me. Suddenly there is light, and I hiss, my eyes burning from the brightness.

“Don't worry boy. It's not going to hurt.” A gruff voice says in the darkness, a rough hand grabbing my arm painfully.

“No! Let me go!” I cry, trying to get free. But the person’s grip is too strong, and he starts dragging me away, forcing me into another room and throwing me onto the floor, quickly chaining my hands and feet so I couldn’t move. That’s when I hear the screams. Horrible soul-shattering shrieking that pierces my heart, making me curl into a ball and cover my ears, trying to keep the sound out. But it’s no use, the shrieks are too loud, and just when I think I will go mad from it, I am freed from my cuffs and roughly yanked up. Looking up, I see a man; his face gruff and mean looking.

“Come, boy. It’s not your turn yet.” The man seems to say, but I couldn’t hear him, only see the moving of his lips before I am forcefully dragged back to the dark and thrown into my cage, the steel door banging softly. That’s when the emptiness returns, except now I can still hear the screaming, and as I curl into a ball, I feel my hands and arms wet in an oily liquid.

***

I gasp, jolting up as I awoke. A shine of sweat covered my entire body; I shivered from the unexpected coldness.

Shaking, I try and take deep breaths, my mind full of blood and agony, the screams of people as they died.

“No...I am out of that cage now. I survived. I'm free.”

I whimper, curling into a protective ball as I rock back and forth, trying to push away the memories of my time in a cage, watching as all of the others died horrible deaths; looking helplessly, feeling the chains cut into my skin as I clenched my hands.

“I am the only one that's left. I am all alone...but soon The White Order will pay for it.” I whisper, feeling the comforting hatred building within my being, hiding in it.


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