Chapter 2: The Tall Tower
Clang. Clang.
The faint sounds of metal being formed could be heard. It felt distant but he knew it was there. Clinging onto his last breaths, Phil wondered how he was still alive.
Umph. Umph. Slam.
The tall, burly man's loud grunts moved left and right through his ears; however, from each passing minute they got further and further away. 'I must live. I must stay. Tom helped me. No one else did but him.'
Crum. Crum. Crum. Slosh.
Though his vision was spinning and slowly darkening, Phil watched him make a substance. A blackened liquid, with crystal-like patterns and amber speckles. The man kneaded it in his hands like bread.
"Why won't any of them think of me as their equal." He spoke softly. "They're human and yet they believe I am but a hog." The man picked up the substance and brought it over to Phil. "Maybe he will be different." He said, staring down at the liquid.
Phil's heartbeat was slowing.
Drip. Drip.
The man began to pour the liquid down Phil's throat. Phil felt it begin to eat away at him like a disease.
Thump. Tump. Tum. Tum. Tp.
His eyes blackened, losing their colour. A spiritual form began to separate itself from Phil.
"They'll understand if he's just a bit different." The tall man said. He picked up Phil's body, still misshapen from the table and took him out the door, placing it in a cart. He picked up a sheet of cloth and placed it over his body, placing sacks of dirt and other vegetables to remove suspicion from passer-bys.
Slum. Click. Clack.
He shut the door of his lonely tower, locking it with a key. The tower was tall, looking similarly to that of a spire. Its cobbled structure looked as if it could shatter at any moment.
"Hup, yah!" He lifted up the cart and began to pull it along, onto the road toward the next town.