FOREVER BOUND
with rain, mirroring the t
of my heart, a frantic drum against t
nt secrets and shadowed power, receded behind me, but
re, something... ancient. The weight of that r
y mind, pulsed with a relentless rhythm, a
ese words, once abstract concepts from a
I, inexplicably, held the key to his freedom, a freedo
d in my mind: "You have a ch
racing the darkness or fighting against it, or was it somethi
ittle comfort against the chill that seeped into my
ien like and menacing, a labyrinth of shadows and w
he with menace, every gust
claustrophobic, the walls closing in, the air thick
whirlwind of fragmented thou
ld against my skin, o
, unsettling warmth, a constant reminder of the power that lay d
s, glittering like polish
l undeniable, but beneath the surface, I sensed something el
s had only deepened the mystery, leaving m
d the nature of this bond, this connect
e prophecy, the Great War
e my sanctuary, now felt like a haunted
tic shop owner, held secrets, but t
sting long, ominous shadows across the
happening, someone who knew more about the demonic realm, ab
ked away in a drawer, a faded image of a
r mentor, a man of immense k
ecluded cottage on the outskirts of
ase. Every shadow seemed to writhe with menace,
dritch, his vast knowledge and
hispering forest, its darkened windows
e energy, a tangible sense of the unkno
to hold its breath, as if
, its ancient wood gr
uffocating blanket that pressed down on me. Then,
is
said, my voice barely
w. Professor Eldritch, his face etched with the lines of ag
rgy replaced by a weary stillness. Yet, in his eyes, I
a low, resonant hum. "Come i
aged paper, dried herbs, and something else... something
and worn, lined the shelves, their
ry, lay scattered on the tables, their e
crackling fireplace, its warmth a stark co
ng moment, his gaze in
said, his voice a low, resonant hum. "The
he know? Had the whispers reached him t
f ancient power, a power that has been dormant for c
at stretched back through the mists of time, a lin
x politics and hidden alliances, of the Grea
powerful demon, and t
the transference of power. He spoke of the ri
aced, the burden I carried,
a tapestry of forgotten lore, a chil
tiny with that of a powerful de
ight of his words settled up
an ancient book, I was a key, a catalyst, a
der of the darkness to come, but also of the power that lay
sed purple and somber grey, Professor Eldritch
ey to understanding your destiny. Study it carefully
d script and intricate illustrations
he weight of destiny itself, the weight of a cho
rkness to come, but also a beacon of the power that lay