"Mistress what is it you see?"
The man in white walked over and knelt beside the bed of the blind woman. Her eyes were blindfolded and her hair covered most of her face, yet the glow of her blind eyes could still be seen underneath.
"I see you, young one. Every path you have chosen. Every path you will choose. I know you.... Better than you know yourself. I've seen your story a thousand times... And you will not disappoint."
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A young woman was humming a soft tune to herself as she made herself breakfast. She had the news playing in the living room as she cooked. Every morning she tried to stay updated on the current state of the world outside.
There was more and more news of strange creatures emerging from around the world. Lions with fiery manes, wolves with piercing eyes that could freeze their prey with a single glance. But the animals weren't the only things affected by the strange anomaly that happened the day the book was presented on the news, since then there have also been sightings of humans with unnatural abilities as well.
The news of these sightings gave her hope. Although the world was in utter turmoil, she didn't care one bit. The only thing she did care for was the chance that one day her own brother might wake up from the cursèd slumber he was put under.
Three weeks had passed since he fell under and yet she remained hopeful. Constantly trying to keep her mind from thinking of the worst. She prayed over him constantly, waiting by his side all hours of the day, wanting to be the first thing he saw, to let him know he was finally safe.
She knew not of what was going on in his head or the things he was going through. But she felt it had to be terrifying, being trapped within your own mind with no way of escaping.
She finished placing her food onto her plate and walked over to the fridge. She grabbed a bottle of orange juice and poored herself a glass. Setting the bottle back, she walked over to the drawer to grab a fork and knife.
She stood there for a moment staring at herself in the reflection of one of the spoons. Her hair was a mess and her eyes were baggy from endless nights of waiting. Looking at herself she realized how much it really tolled on her. For the first time she realized she was truly alone, her brother was all she really had, and yet she never knew when he would come back or if he ever would.
A tear rolled down her cheek as she let the thoughts run through her mind. It rolled down her cheek and settled on her chin, but she didn't notice it. She was lost in thought, but it was broken when the tear finally fell, distorting the image of herself on the spoon.
She blinked, as she looked at the spoon. She slowly raised her hand to her cheek, touching the trail the tear had left behind. She looked at her hand, she hadn't realized she drifted, only that she was back again.
She wiped the tear away and decided to rinse the spoon. Grabbing what she came for, she headed back to the counter and grabbed the rest of her breakfast.
As she picked up her plate a rumbling echoed through the city almost knocking her off her feet. A picture frame was knocked off the wall shattering as it landed, and her glass of juice had fallen off of the counter waisting everywhere.
Once the rumbling subsided, she sat her plate down and sighed to herself.
"Ugh, these damn trembles are happening more and more by the day. What the hell is happening out there?"
She carefully picked up the broken glass from her cup and wiped up the juice. Making her way towards the frame, she carefully picked up the image, trying to avoid being cut.
The image was of her and her brother, the day he had surprised her for her eighteenth birthday. She smiled at it as she remembered him showing up with gifts, he had been away for two years and yet he still treated her the same... like his seven year old sister.
Placing the image on the small coffee table she swept up the glass and headed back to the kitchen to make another glass of juice.
Grabbing her plate, she attempted to head towards the backroom once more. She turned the kitchen light off as she headed out, she paused for a moment to turn the television up. She wanted to continue listening to it, but she wanted to remain by his side just incase.
She made her way down the hall, towards his room. There was an odd feeling in the hall as she walked, it was small but it was noticeable, but she decided to ignore it as she continued.
As she walked towards the doorway, she took a sip of her juice. She pushed the door open with her arm, and took a step inside. The moment she was inside, she froze. It seemed like the world was moving in slow motion, as everything seemingly fell out of her hands.
"Are you usually this clumsy?"
Her eyes widened as she heard the voice. Her eyes began to water as she stared at the man holding onto her food infront of her. She tried to speak but the words failed to escape.
She stood there frozen at the sight of him. His warm smile filled her heart with joy. She thought she'd never see it again and yet here it was just as warm as it had always been.
Breaking free of the shock, she rushed towards him, hugging him as tight as she could, threatening to never let go again. She feared if she did, it would be the last.
"At least let me put the plate down, first."
She squeezed tighter.
He smiled warmly at the action. His eyes began to glow as he created small platforms in the air to put the items onto. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. Placing his hand on the back of her head, he brushed her hair lightly.
"I missed you too, Alessia."
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At the same time Michael once again found himself inside the great hall of the hidden chamber, and although his body was refreshed from its recent transformation, his mind was still exhausted from the endless encounters he had endured in the divine realm.
He remained on the ground panting, as he laid there looking up at the ceiling high above. He had once again narrowly escaped with his life.
As he layed there, he slowly went into a fit of laughter. Slowly but surely everything was getting to him, the deaths, the dire situations he constantly found himself in, it all made him wonder if finding that book was even worth it.
Sure he had power now, he was faster, stronger, and he had this unexplainable ability to take control over people. But after the last fight, he found that even that was useless against someone far stronger than himself.
As his laughter echoed back to him, he fell silent.
"That damn book. Is it even worth getting back. After all the trouble it's caused me, do I even want to.?.?"
He placed the back of his hand over his eyes, hiding them from the light of the room, yet underneath it a devilish smile appeared.
"Of course I want it. It's my dream, a goal I've been striving for my whole life. I'd rather die before I let some outsider take what I worked so hard to get."
But the more he thought about it, the more his mood shifted. He removed his hand from his face and lifted it in the air. He continously shifted his hand in the air, causing a sort of darkness to trail behind it.
"But was it ever my goal to begin with, were those my thoughts..., or his? Was everything I've done up to this point even my will, or was I just a puppet helping him escape his prison.?.?"
He paused for a moment as he thought about it. Then flicking his hand the dark knife appeared from it. He studied the knife.
"What does it matter who's goal it was, this is my body and I make the decisions. And I say we take back what was stolen from us. But first we get stronger, if there's a chance anyone under Ashley's thumb has awakened, I need to make sure I'm three steps ahead of them."
He focused his eyes on the knife infront of him, his began to glow as he peared into the knife itself, and right before him a description appeared.
[Glass splitter]
Rank: Transcendent
Description: The blade mimics the user's aura and rank, which allows it to use the user's own power to cut all in its path.
A smile appeared on his face as he read the description.
"Starting with you."