by Sean Hall » Wed Feb 13, 2019 3:30 am
Sean was standing in a field surrounded by cairns. He felt confused, he didnt know how he'd gotten there. Hadn't he been in the workshop? When did he drive all the way out here? This place wasn't in any of his books and that was when he heard the sound of rocks falling.
Did one of the cairns move?
Sean turned looking around. Nothing had changed. He heard the sound of falling rocks again he spun around hands up, but the winds of magic wouldn't head his call. They were there, or were they? Everything felt... strange. The winds of magic felt so far away... almost like a memory or a phantom limb. Rocks clattered again and Sean turned around. Again nothing. A hand touched his shoulder. It felt so soothing. He didn't want to move. A familiar voice whispered in his ear.
"You shouldn't be here Sean."
His shoulder felt wet and he looked. The flesh of the hand was melting away. He turned to look at the person who had whispered in his ear.
"You can't Sean."
The face was torn, broken, only the eyes looked alive. They looked so familiar, but he couldn't... everything was so fuzzy.
"Run Sean. RUN!"
He could taste blood, the smell... he could smell so much death. He felt cold. He felt shackles, cold steel, and a concreworkshop. He could hear chanting and feel somebody... no something touching him. He felt the blade touch his chest and wome up.
He was in his workshop where he was supposed to be. He looked down and realized he'd fallen asleep while working again. The room was in disarray, vials broken, and reagents scattered. He could taste magic in the air.
Again?
Sean thought to himself as he stood up clean up after... whatever it was that had happened.
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