Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160903233916/@comment-25808351-20160904233003

At the site of Praetor drop into the well, a great sense of shame swells within me. "That is what I should have done...." I mutter to myself. The chance of curing my body is gone, but s'more importantly, will Praetor save Lucida, or condemn her. My mind a blur of thought, I turn away from the well and walk to a corner. I hit the wall and slide down to my knees. Looking at the ground, small drops of black blood beat the ground, dripping from my lips. The miasma spreads to my heart. But then, I hear his voice. Nothing scares me, accept the one the voice belongs to.

"It is almost time, runt...." My father appears out of the shadows, cloaked in black, his solid red eyes burning with savagery.