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Possession 5 - Bad Idea
The first light of day was pissing me off.
I could feel the morning lights warmth on my eyelids harassing me into unwelcomed consciousness.
Growling I rolled over and buried my face deep into my down stuffed pillows and tried one more time to let sleep slip back in. Unfortunately that didn't seem to be an option. My brothers insistent snoring was doing a fine job in aiding the meddling sun in pulling me away from my sleep.
I gave a grunt as I lifted my head and set my unconscious brother Alexander in a spiteful glare. He was completely out. His tangled bronzed hair burned bright orange in the morning sun, making him look like his head was on fire.
Yawning I stretched, hearing the satisfying pops ripple down my back before I rolled, (quite literally) out of bed and landed in a crouch on the floor. I stood and gave a vertical stretch this time before walking towards the door which lead to the room my brother and I both shared.
My bed was on t
Possession 4 - Captivated
"Anths!" I hollered excitedly, "Anths! Get up, get up! It's Friday! Lets get going!"
Pressing my ear to the dividing door between our rooms I listened breathlessly. I heard a strange groaning noise coming from Anths bedroom.
"Oh c'mon Anths! We've only got 4 days for this camping trip and I don't want to waist a moment of it! Now get you arse outta bed!" I shouted as I banged on the door.
"Just 5 more hours!" I heard him whine from bed through the door.
I snickered to myself, "How about 5 more minutes?" I replied. I heard him snort back at me in protest. "Alright boy, you asked for it!" I said as I swung the door open.
My sister and I had been up hours ago, getting things ready and packed, giving my brother as much time to sleep as possible, but now there was just two things left to do: Eat breakfast and kick my brother out of bed.
"Al'right terd biscuit! Up!" I barked with my hands on my hips. I had two years of annoyingness to catch up on being t
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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