Short Stories From Down Below by Winter Nyala (best ebook reader TXT) 📕

I looked up and then sat about five feet from the tree. Facing the direction the animal was coming from.
I remembered the Golden eyes of the beast that came to me and realized, this was the same animal. I crossed my legs and waited for it come to me. Silently calling it to me. I didn't feel like I was in danger. I felt like I was going to be safer. Was it the beast? Or was I just imagining it?
I opened my eyes to see the Golden eyed animal staring right at me from only a few arms lengths away. Deep in my mind a name came to me. I gasped, “Ankou?!” It was the name of a death omen and yet his name ringed in my head... The beast straightened, and yet I heard another name, buried under that of Ankou. I mouthed the name and then looked straight in the beasts eyes. “Nykano...” The beast cocked its head and bowed at the name. I couldn't help but to smile.
It slowly came toward me and then stopped abruptly. I felt the presence of another and I quickly stood and spun around. Nykano came to my side and gently brushed against me, letting me know he was there. I pulled my cloak over my head as a figure came into view. It looked like a man yet he was young. I tilted my head down a little, using the shadows of the night shield my face from this intruder. He stopped as he saw me and then he took out a stick with a giant crystal in the end. I gasped and fell to one of my knees. Nykano laying next to me.
He paused and came closer to me, and Nykano. He halted and the crystal started to glow. I felt a wind brush against my skin and it gave a melancholy feel to the midnight air. The crystal started to glow brighter and this time had a tint of water mixed in with the power that swirled around it. I smiled and slightly tapped Nykano, he growled in return, knowing exactly what I needed him to do. “Now!” I yelled as I rolled away from the Mage. Nykano stood and pounced on him and I was chanting a small restricting spell. The water around the staff fell to the ground and took form of muddy snakes. I stood and walked toward him, my eyes pure white and my hand reached out toward him. The snakes wrapped around his arms and legs and pulled him forward.
~Who are you!!~

I yelled in his head. He jerked up and stared at me. My hood had fallen off and my silver hair was loose in the breeze. His eyes widened as I made the snakes tighten against his chest. “Tell me!” I yelled making him flinch.
“I am a God. Held within a body. I am immortal in a mortal being.” He spat at me. “My named, as Those who have called me thus, is Lord Sirreaf.” He bowed as much as his restricted body could allow and then, only then, did the glow of his staff subside.
I let the restraints loosen and he gasped as air filled his lungs. A wind came, it was getting worse and this time, it wasn't Sirreaf. ~This will get stronger...~

I told him, not even parting my lips to speak. ~Do you wish to live or will you die, once more?~

I ask him as he locked his gaze with mine to the sky. It was turning to a green-ish, purple and soon, very soon, the storm will get close enough to lift us off our feet.
I looked down to him and ask once more. This time speaking loud enough for Nykano to hear me along with him. “What shall it be, Lord

Sirreaf?” He looked to my eyes and saw that they had turned to a milky light blue. Power still pumped through my mind and arms as his bounds loosened even more.
“Where- Where shall we go?” He breathed out, clenching his chest and prying the snakes off him.
I smiled and the snakes melted to the ground, leaving a puddle of evaporating water in the sand. “You, my dear Sirreaf, shall follow the northern lights. But take this with you.” I took a small amount of wet sand from the ground and froze it. “Every time you need to talk to me, scrape the ice with your nail and I will be able to talk to you. Don't ask anymore questions on the subject.” I handed it to him and then turned around. “We leave now.” I pointed to the north, just as the northern lights lit up the sky through the purple clouds, for as far as you can see. “You will go that way.”
I ruffled Nykano's fur and we headed out to the east. Our original course. Leaving Lord Sirreaf to walk on his own way through the dense winds. I smiled at Nykano and put my hood back over my face. ~Come now my mystical beast.~

I laughed out loud and Nykano shook his head.

My Love, Torn. Ripped apart before my eyes. His heart, torn in two by a single blade. I tried to scream. To yell out his name. To no avail, I did not succeed, no sound escaped my lips. His blood, bright and crimson as it poured from his almost lifeless body. Splattered on the walls, the floor, and speckling my pale face.

I couldn't move, let alone I could hardly breathe. Tears were welling in my eyes, threatening to spill down my cheeks. I closed them. Hoping this was nothing but a nightmare. A dream I could just blink and it goes away.

Yet, as I opened my eyes, I saw his cold body. So still and unmoving. His eyes, his beautiful eyes that shimmered gold when we made love, now lay open and pale. The color, slowly draining away, fading to an almost misty gray.

The killer, clear as day, was standing above my poor Micheal--laughing. Laughing like the madman he must be. He said something, something I could not hear for my heartbeat was loud enough to drain out a train; muffling the world around me. I closed my eyes again, praying to the Earth that I would just fall into oblivion and this would be all over.

Once I opened my eyes I was on my back, the world around me blurred by tears. A man above me, stradling me and holding my wrists and yelling at me. Screaming my name. Almost painfully. Wait--my name? Why does the killer know my name?

At that moment, I shot up. My body tense and on fire. My heart, on a race for its life. I looked around to find myself on a bed. Alone. The soft covers thrown aside and the sheet damp with sweat. My eyes were wide in the darkness of my room, darting to every corner and wall. I closed them with a sigh and flopped back on my bed. These nightmares I counldn't control, terrorizing my once pleasant dreams. Getting worse over the past few months.

I tried to fall back asleep once more only to fail and start sweating even worse than I hardly was. Running through my viens was nothing but fear. Fear for my beloved Micheal. My Love; murdered in my dreams. Over and over again--so Vivid. Seeming, so real. Almost like it already happened and I was just reliving some horrible nightmare that took place in my pathetic life.

Micheal knew not who it was, or that I was only a witness. He knew not that he, himeself, was the one being slaughtered and that the killer took a fancy to me. Yet he did know I was losing sleep because of it.

I would have to tell him soon. He has to know. He must see that in this dream, I am not the killer--as told in lies to protect him--and that I did not kill some man. But it was the man that was going to kill him. I grow increasingly tired of telling my lover lies.

He didn't know... He didn't know how right he was, when he said he would die for me.

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Publication Date: 01-26-2012

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