A/N: Here is the next installment of Solis Somnus and please don't kill me for having anonymous reviews enable. I didn't know!
"FOOLS!" bellowed a great voice from behind the mob. I snapped my head up and stared at the shadowy cloaked figure in awe and…fear? Surely, not.
The mob whipped around to face the ethereal creature and shrank back immediately. The stable-hand that had attacked me uttered a pitiful whimpering cry.
The silhouette dropped its head slowly. The hood covered almost its whole face save the tip of its nose and its full red lips which were now curled up at the corners, laughing menacingly at the quieted impertinent youth.
"Your mind is blind;" he began, his voice was simultaneously a growl and a seething whisper that rose to a crescendo as he spoke, "perhaps sightlessness will make you all see what suffering is!"
Suddenly fire shot from the sleeves of his cloak, eye level with the front line of the assailants, sending them to the floor writhing in pain and clutching their faces.
In the firelight it looked as though blood dripped from one corner of its lips… certainly a trick of the flame…but how could I be sure?