Hymn of Calamities II

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
part two of the short story of the same name.

Submitted: February 18, 2016

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Eloen saw it, or rather, it was looked more like a "him". From afar, she observed what seemed to be a man meticulously. He had long, white hair. Whiter than snow and was dressed in all black. Yet what he seemed to wear had more similarities to an aura, or even smoke than to actual clothing. Yes, this strange thing was surrounding him, he was not wearing it. The white haired man did not look old, not at all. He could be even younger than Eloen. "What a strange hair color..", she thought. She couldn't help but stare at him, sitting in that tree, perhaps sleeping.

After the long observation, Eloen realized that the more she remained here, the odder the Ghost Woods became. - "Isn't this place supposed to be filled with beasts, demons and whatnot ? I've been here for hours and this person is the only other live being I've crossed path with.. even the trees are dead !" She was right. Everything else but them was dead. "Maybe that man isn't sleeping and .. is dead too !". She brusquely turned her head back in his direction... her face started to crisp in fear as she saw a huge animal-like creature walk to the man. She was paralyzed with fear, about to see the truth about this damned forest. She couldn't even emit a single sound. She was staring at the scene, blankly, as her eyes were tearing up. Before she could even realize what clearly happened, the beast was on the ground, dead, and there was blood on the ground.

The man was not sitting in the tree anymore, he was close to her, extremely close. Her eyes widened as she was regaining her senses. His eyes also had a strange color. They were separated by three different colors, the first layer was purple, the second was yellow, the last was red, as if you were staring at a purple sunset. And his pupils ressembled those of a tiger. He was really young, not even in his twenties. Eloen fell, she could not understand what happened, he had blood on his face and the beast was dead but how ? Again, she felt fear, greater than ever. This man was dangerous and she could die at any second. He approached his face and looked at her, straight in the eyes.


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