A year after the discovery, he started to hear a voice begging for freedom
"Let me out."
Calll constenly heard that voice in his head, a trembling, deep voice, over and over again.
"Let me out!"
Everytime he heard the voice he shook and had a sharp pain in his head, "stop" he muttered quietly, as he tried to balance himself. Chaos magic wasn't easy for Call, especially when another soul trying to take over.
"Give up, Callum."
Call tried to fight it, he tried to tell him to shut up, but he didn't. He couldn't, he won't listen. Call shivered, his grey eyes turned black, Constentine was heard from every corner, Call tried to avoid it but as he tried to do the magic, he became weaker,and defeated. Call collapsed on the floor.
"Release me."
...
Call can see him.
Not like those dreams when you think of someone and it's figure appear, he could actually see him. He looked blue, his skin white as a ghost, his cloak ripped apart, his shirt and pants spread with blood, his hair gone whiter, He smirked and looked up at Call, who tried to stand up and look him in the eye.
"Callum, I know you can't bear me here. Join me or set me free." He said.
"I can't" He replied.
All of a sudden, Call was falling to a cliff, yet Constantine caught him.
"You will have to choose, Call" He said.
He heard his name again, in a softer familier voice. His named echoed in the wind, Call closed his eyes and hoped it'll end.
...
"Call!." He opened his eyes to see aaron's familier face. He looked around, he was in his room, only Aarom was in front of sighed in relief.
"What happened?" Call asked, Aaron looked at him , his hand ran through his blond hair.
"I was about to ask you the same thing." He said, worried.
Call couldn't tell him, it'll be to much. He replied shortly "I don't remember" and hoped again that this will be over.