Eventelia: Awakening

[Aliahya]

“Where am I staying?” He thought about it for a few seconds... “Well I guess I could stay with my father...but that always leads to debate”

He looked out the window, they were close to their destination, “I think I may just stay in a backpack hotel I guess, What about you?, Or are you heading home later today?"

[stripes]

"We have a old home there. I am staying there. You are welcome to stay, it is free"

She smiled, she didn't know what it was but she knew her dad would love her lending a helping hand. They started to pull into the station, as the train started to come to an halt, Leena grabbed her bags. She had to remember to call her parents when she got there and to not loligag all day because she had to get supplies for the clinic.

"The old house is downtown, if you want to come. It is close to pretty much everything."

[Professor Ven]

It was pure, sweet, succulent joy that ran through his veins, as he guided the dagger to his gloved hand, flowing it through the air as if conducting a grand orchestra, the mask's smile curled upward and wide as ever. The mere boy tried to push his metaphorical iron grip away, but failed, his scream of terror a crescendo of choral voices, as Witticus gave a pronounced downward slant drawn by dexterous fingers.

The steel blade met unblemished, well-kept, gentle, soft, unwrinkled flesh, as he deftly carved a single, flowing red line on Fylel's neck, the boy's pathetic scream, that unfettered cry of final anguish in the realm of the living beautiful music to his ears. Then the rattling, attempts at his final breaths came out in strange croaks, as if he had been turned into a frog, the dribble of blood slowly streaming down, staining the once-pure white garb a lighter shade of red, and as the boy's eyes froze in the cold, lethal grip of Death, and the last spark of Fylel's soul was snuffed out, the body fell with the grace of a log, solidly thumping onto the leafed ground.

The mesmerizing, soul-enamoring, chilling, cackling laugh followed as the boy's eyes shut, as Gibyr cleaned the blade on the now-dead Emperor-spawn's cape, and it slid back up his sleeve. Don't worry, dear boy, for your father will follow soon, won't he?! Tell him I said hullo when you see him! He sprang into the air with the shrill tinkling of his many bells, and went farther into the forest. The fellow named 'Z' would be next, of course, after the Emperor. May he live forever, in the DIRT!