|November promises it seems...|
HimIkora Rey paced the slender halls of her private library; the dusty tomes choking the already tight chambers, her every step carefully placed in front of the other down the narrow maze.Him by Brothermonk
“In all of the books and studies I have read, I have heard nothing of what plagues us now.”
Her words were met with silence. For many moments she could hear nothing but the soft tapping of her bootheels upon the dusty ground.
We have taken care to ensure this.
She winced at the words as they scraped through her skull, her steps nearly deviating from their well thought out path. Her brow furrowed in thought as she drew ragged breaths.
“I have seen horrors in my mind. A figure in black rags who drank of our light.”
She ran her fingers through page after page of books she should not possess, her brilliant eyes threatening to dim as they passed over the horrors of years passed, none matching her figure in black.
“There is nothing. Nothing.”
Her teeth grinded with s