Chapter 11 - The Dream (1/2)

Xavier

Everything was black. Only black. The same darkness that lived in my dreams, or rather nightmares, every night.

”Kalakrath.”

”My, my, the honorable Captain Xavier Nightrider of the First Regiment. No greetings to your old friend?” A sardonic voice drawled.

I stared back at the darkness stoically.

”Do I really need to say it? Just turn your body over to me, it will be much easier. Let's have some fun. Let's kill some people.”

”No.” I bluntly ȧsserted. I felt Kalkarath push against my mental barriers. Over ten years, I had built an iron sound defense. However, I felt another force push as well. I was losing. I strained to push back, trying to halt their advance into my mind.

”Haha. It seems like my Three Kings have finally found you.”

”It won't change anything.” I said, straining.

”Tsk, tsk. Xavier, you are a strong human, but you are human. An insect to us. It is only inevitable that you fall to my will.”

I struggled for ages. My mind was battered, bȧrėly staying in control. Suddenly, the second force disappeared. Seizing this opportunity, I pushed back with all my remaining might. I woke up.

I saw Persephone grabbing a robed figure. I lunged up to help her. The struggle was brief. Persephone grabbed its robes. The figure quickly chanted some words and melted into a shadow, leaving the robes behind. I recognized the spell. The figure was long gone by now. All I could do was sigh. Rummaging through the robes, I found that he left behind a small, red leather book. I picked it up and thumbed through a few pages. Persephone sat next to me, and looked over my shoulder.