"hey guys... is it me or is the forest strangely silent..." asked James.
but no reply came.
"guys..?"
no reply came.
James took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
maybe they're just sleeping? James attempted to say, but quickly realised his voice never came.
fear seeped into James' mind, but he continued to calm himself down.
sitting here and doing nothing would help no one... I'll at least attempt to get out of this forest...
as James took his first step, James realised everything went black. he couldn't see anything. and couldn't hear anything.
piecing red eyes peer from the folds in the darkness. a haunting presence covers the place.
a figure appears from the shadows. humanoid. yet haunting. skin made of liquid darkness. it's teethy grin cuts a slit from one corner of his face to another.
the only thing james can hear is the figure's haunting footsteps.
all he can feel is the figure's suffocating presence.
"You should not have brought so many voices. We are jealous." said the figure using a million voices.
the figure walked slowly, before a sudden blur of movement took it's place.
the figure's ever changing fist connected with James' stomach.
"we are the silence that follows your thought."
the silence huh..? well i guess i just need to keep it loud in here... James attempted to joke. no voice came, but the figure understood what he said anyways.
another hit to his stomach.
"We are I. I am we. You are neither."
hah. weirdo.
a hit to the jaw.
"A soul like yours should not wear a king's skin."
the figure held James' head in between his hands.
"Entropy merges. But We consume"
the figure reached into James' mind. the darkness blocking the other spirits turned into a painful pull.
not an i, not a we. then i shall be it.
the king's eyes glowed blood red.
the king reached up and plucked both of the figures hands off of him.
"a soul like yours should not touch a king's skin..."
the king punched. the world broke. cracks spread across the figure's body.
the darkness retreated back to the figure.
the king punched again. the world folded inwards.
the cracks pulsed with void.
another punch.
the space died.
half of the figure was no longer.
as the figure faded into the shadows. it managed to bark out the words "this shall not be the end. darkness is ever present..."
with the figure gone. the king collapsed.
as it did. a small figure caught it.
"rest well... my king." whispered Sven.
Sven clenched his claws around space, and folded it over him and the king.