BANG!!
Another one, fell down from the tree, as the old man picked up his gun and rushed towards the tree. He checked upon the bird to make sure it was dead. He then took an empty sac out and put the dead bird inside. He then went downhill and got in position again, to shoot another one.
BANG!!
Another one, fell down from the tree, as the old man picked up his gun and rushed towards the tree. He checked upon the bird to make sure it was dead. He then took an empty sac out and put the dead bird inside. He then went downhill and got in position again, to shoot another one.
BANG!!
Another one, fell down from the tree, as the old man picked up his gun and rushed towards the tree. He checked upon the bird to make sure it was dead. He then took an empty sac out and put the dead bird inside. He then went downhill and got in position again, to shoot another one.
"How many times will the loop go on for?" the old man muttered before he got in position again, to shoot another one.
BANG!!
Another one, fell down from the tree, as the old man picked up his gun and rushed towards the tree. He checked upon the bird to make sure it was dead. He then took an empty sac out and put the dead bird inside. He then went downhill and got in position again, to shoot another one.
The Old man, then stopped and looked at his sac, there was no bird in it. The bird was always alive and will die by his gun again and again.
The Old man sighed and decided to break the loop. He instead got up, and left the place. A something that you must not do in this place, but he will do cause he's been like in these dreams, for many years but only an hour passing for him in the real world.
"Hm.. it seems like everyone is here" The old man smiled. He took a deep breath and focused. The winds moved around him, and the next moment he was dust, moving along the winds, entering the Vila situated uphill into the forest, through a window.
The dust finally settled down and his figure appeared in front of 6 people, all sitting on the grand chairs with their hands upon the long stretched table.
"Overseer, I hope we're not late" one of the ladies said, her white skin radiance with bright light, her eyes gleaming red, like her lips.
"Haha, of course not just in time, Ness, the gown really suits you" the old man (Overseer) replied, complementing the lady.
Overseer settled down, in his chair.
"Ahem, is everyone ready?" he asked, as everyone went silent with their words.
Night of the Fallen, Divinity, Lady Ness, Miss Eye, Celestial, Nothingness.
Overseer looked around and Scourjeface and The Absence weren't there to for the meeting.
Alas, they have to continue
"As everyone know this meet is about the most important thing, our successors" Overseer announced.
Overseer looked around, seeing the faces of everyone.
"Is there something wrong?" Overseer asked.
"Well.. there was an attack, many youngsters from the Northern Church passed away, some of us have betrayed us and had fallen into the lies of demons, including Helen" Divinity replied, looking down, grieving.
Overseer, went silent. He knew about the attack very well, but he could not go anywhere. After all the Southern Church still needs someone to protect.
"Well others?" Overseer asked.
"The amount of essence is short in these youngsters, like the Fallen Ages have returned" someone said.
Fallen Ages, the darkest times for these people, Demons attacking through dreams, crossing borders, if it wasn't for Cecile's sacrifice, the Borders would've been shattered.
......
Overseer dismissed the matters.
"Everyone, whatever we've got, we have to work with it, meanwhile please go back to your churches and repair the damages, dismiss" Overseer shouted raising, his hands in the air, as everyone's image disappeared in front of him.
Overseer sighed, as the mirror beside him fogged.
"You worry too much dear" a soft voice ringing inside his ears.
If it wasn't for those damn demons, she might've been alive, but alas, she is now inside his dreams only, barely alive.
"I know" Overseer said, as he looked at the mirror and saw his wife's figure, Reinhart. She was wearing her night gown.
Overseer smiled, as some memories of them hit.
It always did, and so her death.
If Overseer wasn't the best Southern Church magician, she might've been dead, but fragments of her soul, he somehow founded them.
"Reinhart.." he said.
"You should go back to the real world" Reinhart said, with a bitter tone.
"You're right, I should" he said, as he closed his eyes.
....
Overseer, in the real world named - "John Habrick", woke up as the dream realm finally collapsed. He looked around the room. It was a small room, with one bedroom, some cupboards, chairs and a table, next to him.
He checked the stone attached to his locket he was wearing. He was in fact back into the real world, since the stone was glowing red.
"The Church opens" Overseer said with a commanding tone as the church outside, had opened with all the candles lit
.....
Outside somewhere in the Old City, a man walks through the streets. He has no name, no face, his shadowy appearance, gives off a mysterious vibes.
In the night, when the dark, dawns upon us, something mysterious lurks.
He has only one chance at this.
Inside a particular house, glowed with fluorescent light. Not normal.
The man stepped inside the house, and explored it a bit. After exploring he went inside the basement, and there was another door, in the basement.
He opened it, and the same house was in front of him.
He looked back, only to realize this was a loop.
The man said nothing, and kept moving on.
"Absence, be careful" Scourjeface transmitted the message inside Absence mind, as the man kept on moving forward.