Into The Light

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: New Writers wanting Reviews

This is a small part of Into The Light, a kind of preview on the new series.

Submitted: December 12, 2017

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Submitted: December 12, 2017



“There he is! After him!”


I hear a voice call out to me, which is followed by a multitude of footsteps that pound against the floors behind me. I am already running, running fast and running hard. My right arm is wounded past recovery, so I hold it close to myself with my left arm. The imbalance in weight causing me to stumble and slow down, which is dangerous considering the circumstances.


I rush forward and force myself clear of the gates, running along the white trail that would soon bring me to my salvation. Or, well it would have, until the bullet pierced my leg. I fell down onto my hands and knees, groaning as I feel the blood flow out of my shin. I turn my head to look at my attacker, though it is hard to focus on their face due to my blurred vision from both my wounded arm and leg causing me to lose vast amounts of blood. Yet, despite my wounds, I still knew exactly who it was.


“Gabriel… W-Why..?”, I ask, my voice filled with weakness. My vision clears up for a moment and I see the weapon in his hand, a silver pistol with a very long barrel. He stared at me with his cold, blue eyes and said, “Because… You betrayed me, you betrayed us all.”, A tear fell from his eye as he continued, “Now, I have… I have to do this…” I try to stand up, stumbling and groaning as blood spurts out of my leg, but I eventually stand on my feet.


“You don’t have to do this! You know that it wasn’t me, so why are you still trying to do this?!”, I yell to Gabriel, but he doesn’t seem to hear me. He raises the pistol higher to point toward me, toward my face. “I’m sorry, but you have to die here, Az-”


That scene has been cut off as I open my eyes, trying to grasp onto the few remaining remnants of the dream as it leaves me, the only link to the answers to solve the questions that fill my mind. My head is pounding as the dream leaves my mind once again. I don’t even know who I am, nor do I even know my name. The only thing that I can recall is a person’s name; Vincent Umbrae. For all I know, it could very well be my actual name, but that remains to be seen.


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