106 The Inverted Tower 9 (1/2)

The truth behind the words? The words seemed to be ominous. What truth could there be beyond these words? If only I could see them, maybe I could understand. I asked her to describe the words again, and even have the others describe them, but every time I got the same result.

We spent hours going over the words, Looking at them from every angle. We even tried to reorganize them. However the only result that we got that made any sense was the original answer.

My brain began to work from the constant work, and I could feel the fatigue building up in my body. My eyes began to close on their own. I don't know how long I slept for, or much of anything else for that matter.

I do remember one thing however. It is a dream that came to me in that floor of the instance. A large pair of empty eye sockets filled with blue flames. A spectral tongue flicking out like a snake. But the skull that it is attached to is not the head of a snake, Rather it is a large beastial skull with two horns made of bone.

The flaming blue eyes seemed to stare into the depths of my soul. They called out to me, called out to my soul. I could feel it mingling with me, devouring me, even as I devoured it.

When I woke up I felt a terrible loss, as if I was missing a piece of me. At the same time I could feel a part of me that was far away. A part of me that was calling me, wanting me to go there.

I found myself moving, even if I could not tell where I was going. My body moves on it's own, as if by instinct. A large part of me wanted to stop. I could not see where I was going. But this part of me could only watch on in horror as my body followed it's instincts.

I do not where I went, I could only feel the slight direction my body moved in. There was only silence and darkness, I could not even hear any activity from Hylia.

This went on for a a very long time. Eventually I began to count the steps I had taken. But soon I lost track of even this. It seemed as if I was walking in a void, and nothing was real.

The only company I had was the beating of a heart. Thump. Thump. Thump. The sound was a melody, and was the only thing that kept me sane. As I moved the thumping became louder, It was not a sudden thing, but a gradual event that would not be noticed at first.

Soon the thumping of the heart drowned out everything else. I could not even hear my own thoughts over the beating of the heart.

The Thumping eventually became dull, a sound that could not even be considered background noise. In it's place, or rather, in harmony with it, was a slow whirring sound. The sound of a small object rotating.

The sound became louder as I continued to move, becoming more in sync with the pounding of the heart. As the two sounds became a crescendo they suddenly stopped. Only to be replaced by a sudden silence.

The world around me was completely empty. There was no sight, no sound, no sensation at all. It was as if I was floating in a vast expanse of nothingness.

Before me appeared to very familiar blue eyes. The eyes seemed to pierce through my soul in the most terrifying way. A safe like voice entered my mind, a voice that was filled with wisdom. A voice that was overflowing with arrogance. A voice that sounded much like my own.

”Puny Necromancer, why have you trespassed in my abyss. ”

The voice did not wait for a response, instead they eyes opened wide.

”I can feel the presence of HIM on you. The one who used me, and then sacrificed my like a pawn.”

I trembled at the voice. I knew who it was. I had seen it before. Not in reality, rather I had seen it in a vision. Before me was the skeletal dragon that belonged to the Necromancer King.

I could see the large eyes retreating, the enormous skull of the dragon appearing before me. Teeth larger than myself gleamed in front of me.