The Elderien Chronicles

Possessed (3)

There was darkness around him at first and the only thing Alastair could hear was the sound of his breath. It was deep, raspy, and possibly shaken. The darkness surrounded him like a large cloak, soaking and draining away all forms of light within him.

He could feel his soul slowly getting corrupted. He knew the illusion was Fristborn's work, or what it was that looked like Fristborn. Crazy things were happening that day and the only way he could make it out alive was to become even crazier.

Slash!

"Argh!"

Alastair groaned as large claws found their way across his back. The pain shook him to his core but it was still dark. Another slash and he was on the ground, grunting in pain. He could not hear footsteps so as to predict where the attack was coming from. How could he predict what he could not hear or smell?

And then another slash came and Alastair's face was torn. He did not bleed through, however, his pain was so great that it would have been better if he bled. Alastair knew he h