Chapter Three
"Dilandau. Dilandau wake up. Its time for your medication. Dilandau. Please, don't make this harder for yourself."
Dilandau opened his eyes. A beautifully unknown woman looked down on his. She was holding a cup containing a strange liquid and a small plate with two little pink tablets. She smiled for a short while as Dilandau shifted up from where he was laying. He rubbed his eyes. He then took the cup and sipped it then put the two tablets in to his mouth swallowing them with the rest of the funny liquid. She smiled.
"There's a good boy. Well done. Now you can nap for a while but sooner or later you will have to go down stairs and meet you're new parents."
"Folken?" Dilandau asked in a quite voice. The lady shook her head and ran her hand along Dilandau's head and backward, stroking his hair.
"Not Folken Dilandau. Folken's not coming back." Dilandau opened his eyes widely.
"But he promised, he said he'd come back for me. I want him back."
"Calm down my Dilly, please. Everything will be better after this nap okay?"
Dilly yawned and nodded and fell backwards on his pillow. He shut his eyes and he was fast asleep.
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He woke up suddenly.
"Folken?" He cried in to the darkness. There was no reply. He was there when he fell asleep but now he was gone. Dilandau shook his head. He looked at his surroundings. He was still laying on the floor. The knife was just across from him but Folken was no longer standing there, he was no longer looking down upon his failure. He was no longer anywhere and he was never coming back.
Dilandau got up from the floor. His whole body was stiff and didn't want to move. He turned and saw the torn picture of a great Lord laying on the floor. He shivered. Why was it like that? Was there someone in the house with him?
He walked down the stairs. He walked in to the kitchen and opened the cupboards. He was running out of food. He was running out of energy.
He turned around quickly.
"Who's there?" He cried. He'd heard something. A laugh, an unpleasant, evil laugh. He opened a draw and picked up a knife. "Please, who's there?" There was no reply.
Dilandau walked out of the kitchen and in to the next room. There was still broken glass on the floor. He looked to the front door on his left. There were bloodstains on the door. He shook his head. He couldn't believe that that was all his doing. Blood, broken glass, a torn picture of Lord Tarlom, a great ruler of Gaea in his time, an ancestor of Folken.
! What would Folken say? What would Folken think of it all? A terrible mocking of someone from his own family. !
Dilandau shook the thought out of his mind and turned suddenly again. This time he definitely heard laughing. But it wasn't unpleasant this time. Dilandau stood in his tracks and waited until he could hear it again. It sounded familiar. It sounded soft and gentle and happy yet at the same time it made every hair on his body stand on end.
"Who's there?" He asked again. There was no reply. "I can hear you, you know, I know you're in here so you may as well show yourself and make it easier for yourself to meet your killer face to face when I finally slaughter you!" He laughed.
A small girl stood from out of a corner. Dilandau blinked in disbelief that a small girl had made such a terrifying laugh.
She walked over to him and put her small hand on to his chest.
"I can feel you're heart yet all I see is an unhappy face. Dilandau. I am free, free yourself."
Dilandau blinked again. Then he shook his head
"I don't understand."
"I'm free. I thought I was gone forever. But I'm not."
"Who are you?" Dilandau shook his head. When he looked back she was gone. He dropped the knife and then shook his head again.
"If this is all you're doing." He turned around; trying to look for the voice that wasn't there. "Then I swear I'll finish myself off. I've had enough of you eating my mind away. I want it back now!"
He turned and looked at the only mirror in the whole house. It was small. Just enough for him to see if anyone was walking down the path to his house if he was sitting in the right place.
He squinted so as he could see himself. But he couldn't. He could no longer see the truth. All he could see was Celena's face. She was smiling at him. She looked like an older version of the small girl that he had just seen.
"I hate you." He said. "Get out of my fucking life. You've ruined it forever. I hate you!" He screamed. He turned away from the mirror. A sharp pain shot in to his head like he had just been shot but without the bullet of the blood.
"You can't escape me Dilandau." She said.
Then all of a sudden he was gone. And in his place was her in his clothes. She put her hand to her face and started to shake.
She was back. But for how long?
