Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170516204844/@comment-31749612-20170518223932

Whiskey: "How am I supposed to get to the Portal in time!? Look at me! I can barely stand let alone walk that far!" ''He screamed as he turned to face Benvolio. All noise around him disappeared as a shocked expression arose on his face. Why did he say that?''

''He then had another shocking realization. The illusion he had, of the man standing in mud, his hands and sword were on fire. The person grabbing Whiskey's leg... Was Mek. And the person standing in the mud... Was him. He stopped walking and stared forward, eyes wide with confusion and fear. "But... I couldn't... I wouldn't... I'm not..." He shook his head in disbelief and looked at his hands. ''

''He felt sick to his stomach, he wanted to just fall over and die. But he couldn't, he had to keep pushing forward, but even if he could... He still wouldn't make it to the Portal in time. ''

''His head filled with so many questions with which he had no answers to. He mumbled sorry before running as fast as he could, which wasn't fast. He continued in the direction of the Portal.''

''He knew that illusion had to be fake, he couldn`t possibly do that... He just couldn't. A: He wasn't strong enough. And B: He wouldn`t kill or hurt all of his friends. ''