This is a short one, I might write a couple more, as I have nothing else to do all day.
Chapter Forty: Learn from the past, it could come back to haunt you…
Sheik recoiled at the sight of Morgrym. His face was gaunter than ever, and he looked like he hadn't slept in years. However, his eyes held the fiery glint of one who has been driven mad, and he had one long scar down the side of his face.
Sheik, jumped up into the air, and kicked Morgrym in the face. The effect was spoilt by the fact that she had no boots on, and it was just her soft flesh that made contact with Morgrym's face.
The sensation was unpleasant. Morgrym's skin was an ugly shade of grey, and the contact with her foot was cold and slimy.
Morgrym's head was pushed back as Sheik kicked off from his face and back flipped back to the invisible ground.
His head didn't move for several moments. His neck was at a position that could only be described as 'broken'. And then, with a sickening crack, Morgrym's head moved back to its regular position, as if nothing had happened.
Morgrym's face was expressionless. This scared Sheik more than anything else. He was nothing like when she had first met him. Was he an illusion, or…
HoT said, "We're closing in, we're almost there, and we're ready. We can take down this villain, and whatever dark being he is working for. Remember, this is the night you die!"
There was a rush of confused muttering, and then HoT corrected himself,
"No, I meant 'they', this is the night they die,"
There was now a rush of muttering of agreement, but there were still a few worried faces, one of them being Lynn.
HoW moved over to her, and squeezed her shoulder encouragingly.
Her eyes were downcast, and HoW knew that whatever this evil force was, it was affecting her more than most. This was the place where the dark energy that spawned her had been formed.
Looking at her closely, HoW saw that she had changed since she had become her own person.
Her eyes were blue.
Weird that.
