To Onkgopotse410:... You're partly a mind reader, right? I see Galamoth more as someone who rules over space (and partly time). He will have a certain role in the sequel of my Dark Foreboding stories but that's that. It isn't that much of a role either.

As for the part when I asked if you can read minds: Infinity will meet Soma but after the sorrow games. I already finished this story last month, that's why two new chapters were uploaded by me recently. This story has two more chapters after this one. So it's gonna end with chapter 7. I will upload 6 tomorrow and 7 the day after.

I'm sure nobody will see what's gonna happen! A warning: it doesn't really have a 'happy' end. But it's not a horrible end either?

Also, no offense, but don't write so long reviews, just PM me. That's the same for everyone. If anyone wants to write a longer review, write as much into it as you want into a PM. That way, I can reply easier as well if anyone has a question.

Witch of Dishonour 2: Galamoth

I sit down on a stone, I'm still in the area the castle stands in. Dracula... he can't forgive himself? Then why? Why would he still do all this? Why can't he stop before he really can't come back anymore?!

I just... can't understand him /Lisa.../ I plead /Help me.../

A comforting warmth spreads around me but that's all there is. I smile sadly, a smile that may not show regret, but a smile that shows that you lost something.

But in the end, I can't hate Dracula... because somewhere, I think I can understand him...

Of only I had taken notice of the pair of eyes following me after that...

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It's too much, too much. Their numbers... aren't going down at all. It doesn't matter how much magic I use, what spells I use or what tactics I use... They won't go down. Those demons continue to come and their numbers are unbelievable.

I only... wished that Seth and Amos were here. I feel... so alone right now, so left behind while fighting all of my opponents. Their leader just stands there, arms crossed, silently sneering at me.

Galamoth, Galamoth... I don't know why but his name sends shivers down my spine and my body starts to feel cold and lifeless. I feel... Lost. Betrayed. Deceived. ...Sad.

Why do I feel sad? I don't even know this man. Galamoth, Galamoth... I have no recollection of him, but... It's the same. When I look at him, think about his motives or why he would attack this small village...

I and the others might not return...

The same voice, the same sentence. That's all I hear in my head that connects Galamoth with this memories.

His army of demons is endless. No matter how much power I call forth, they won't disappear.

/Save me/ I beg /Somebody save me. This is... too much/

Just as I am about to collapse, they disappear. Galamoth is the last to vanish. A sneer plastered on his face, laughing at me, looking at me with glee. As if the only thing he wants is my destruction.

I sigh in relief. Too fast.

„Capture her!" A villager cries.

/What?/

„The evil witch! Capture her!" The next shouts.

/What did I do? I only helped.../ An empty feeling settles inside me, despair draws close.

„She brought these demons! She brought them so we would praise her and her evil kin heroes!" An old woman yells.

Despair, despair. The empty feeling grows. The shouts continue. I turn to run. An arrow pierces my chest.

„Don't let her run away! Get her!" A soldier orders firm.

It hurts. The place where the arrow struck hurts. Pain. Pain is all I feel.

Sword in hand he walks up to me. I just stand there, on the green hill, and fold my hands. He raises his sword and holds it against my chest.

„I could easily kill you" He informs me with an indifferent face „But I won't do that. I will curse you, you won't be able to move, to talk or do anything else. My curse will spread the moment they save you"

I look up at him, my eyes filled with regret and sadness „Why, Galamoth? Why? You aren't... this kind of person"

His grow sad, only for a split-second, but they grew sad „Because you don't care about us"

He swings his sword at me, I don't even try to dodge. I could easily kill him, defend myself, but I would never hurt someone if I can help it. Blood gushes out of the wound, not enough to kill me yet.

„You won't be able to heal this" He tells me „It is a lethal wound. By the time they arrive they will have to save you from certain death"

He turns his back to me, his short, dirty-green (or is it brown?) hair swaying in the wind. He stops for a singly moment, I can hear his next words. Words that are so simple and yet weight so heavy. Words that don't fit into this whole situation.

„I have always... loved you. But now I don't, not anymore"

I can feel the sticky substance on my chest. Oddly enough, the pain stopped. I can only feel the air, it isn't cold or warm, but I can still feel the air, as if I can touch it, I feel wide awake and yet the world is unreal to me. My world goes black.

No, that's wrong. My vision goes black. After all, I don't have a world.

I am the world