Although my bujo schedule tells me I need to post this on the 26th, I thought it would be more fitting that I post this on Halloween (the 31st) instead!
Since I'll be busy by the time this gets posted I decided to set a schedule for this post (I'm actually writing this here on the 22nd).
This may come across as a poetic/confusing excerpt but I chose that for deliberate effect to make it a little more sinister than usual. Enjoy! ^^---
Mysteries and nightmares and fantasies untold… stories of ghosts and stories of lost souls. But who could play the Cloak? asked they.
A chosen victim. Lost in the shadow’s grip. Swallowed by the darkest of fangs.
Silence shattered by a slow melody. A shadow shrouded in oblivion’s sharp essence. A whirlwind of dark vapour reaching out in tendrils, shape shifting into stories of the Dead.
The very presence was cold; colder than the night, colder than the Dark Months… colder than the truth.
Shing! Out came the sword from its sheath.
“There’s no reason to be mad. You couldn’t possibly lay a scratch on me… there is nowhere you could thrust that weak sword.”
An agitated snarl. “What do you want?”
“What do I want? I want something far beyond a secret, far beyond the truth… something that involves an accord.”
“I’m not giving you anything, you trouble-maker! Enemies have no accords.”
“This is different my friend,” whispered the traitor “I am simply inviting you to play with me… If you agree, I will tell you the secrets you most desire… but if you disagree… you will face consequences. Are you with me?”
Who could refuse such an offer? A secret deal with the long-awaited truth revealed… It sounded so simple.
A threatening scowl. “But why choose me? How am I any different from the rest? And who are you?”
“I know a lot about you, Amir… and many unrevealed secrets of your deceased relatives… do you wish to join them in their peril… or are you with me?”
The Dead. Those cold, tempting voices. Your brother.
No! Don’t listen to the Rhythms, everyone had said.
Those forgotten promises, scattered like lies. You could sacrifice yourself for another… but then it would become their sacrifice. Better to join… and discover the truth too.
But a sacrifice is still better!
“How can I accept… when I would be dragging everyone with me? You’re a liar, a traitor and you deserve nothing… And why would I join your gang of the Dead? I would be in danger that way… No, you are wrong.”
The persuasion commenced. “You make a fine addition to the Cloak… but I want something more… how should I put it? Ah yes, something more worthy of you… something like… playing with the truth!”
A wrinkle of disgust, covered in doubt. But it came with a heart full of loss and grief.
“I know you have been teaming with the girl… I have observed more than you realise. You desire more than anything to learn about the lost ones! Now it’s time to turn the truth on its head… Once again, are you with me?”