Hohoho, Riddlefiddleai (wonder why I named myself that) is back, and with a new ghost hunt series, this is just the prologue :D. yeah I said was going international, but to write that I would need to do more research, so after this trilogy I would write the international one. Right now, please enjoy this story. Hope you like it :D.
The blue flame
-Aoi Hono-
Prologue
For all his life, the boy has never seen the outside world. Locked up in a small room, his world was small and vague. Each day passes with the click of the wooden doors and the whispers of his servants. He was the king of his dynasty, the heir of a great clan.
Yet here he was locked in the small little room.
The boy's world was small; all he knew were two things. He was blind…
And he could predict the future.
The man was panting hard, sweat trickled down his fore head. The end was coming and he knew it. The man was afraid very afraid. He should have taken the warnings earlier; he should have listened to the pleas. Yet, he did not and here he was.
The man whimpered as a shadow past the small house behind him. He couldn't hear them, but he knew they were there.
"Please," he whispered, praying for the first time, "If there is a god, please, help me," he whispered.
The boy did not know when it started, but since then, he had been locked in his little room. His room situated in a tall tower high off the ground overlooked a village with interlacing houses and there three of the houses burnt a bright blue.
"The blue flame," he whispered.
The man whimpered, the shadows were gaining on him. He ran fast, quickly through the houses. Stumbling across alleys and over rubbish bins. A cat shrieked nearby and the man's heart skipped a beat. The shadows black and silent, shapeless and swift moved through the alleys like a silent wind.
Without a sound, without a word, they moved towards him.
"it's not a curse, I'm dreaming," the man whispered over and over again.
He was having a bad dream, he thought, he wasn't here at all.
He was just having a bad dream.
"The flames speak for itself,"
Somehow those words rang in the man's mind.
"Oh God," the man whispered. There was a loud scuffling sound as the men's neck twisted in an odd angle, rotating round its axis a few times. The spinning of the head stopped, and the man's head, face full of agony, fell to the ground with a thud.
Soon, silence returned and the night was dark once again.
The boy stared at the blue flames that were engulfing the houses of 3. They formed a pattern, a random pattern that only the boy knew what it meant.
"When the blue flames blows, the shadows begin to move," he whispered, "Quarter past 12 if you do not move , the shadows would come to play, half past 12 if you do not move, the Giants would come to play, full past hour if you do not move, the fairies would come to play. Half past one if you do not move, hell would meet your day."
