CHAPTER III-Gone
Damian kept falling in the endless abyss. His heart started thumping with incredulous speed and his stomach also lurched- his senses were distorted. Left was right, up was down and light was darkness. He gave a groan as he finally crushed on what seem like a floor in the darkness. Ass he tried to get up, an immense force held him down, tried as he might the force never relented, crushing him when he attempted to go against it.
Then silent whispers broke the eerie stillness around Damian. A beam of silver white surrounded him. In front of him, the black orb emerged the light. It hovered gently in the air growing in size. Slowly, it took the form of a black lustrous armored wolf. It walked majestically towards him, then without any expression in a loud commanding voice.
"Arise Little One".
Despite his force-induced lethargy Damian got up. He now stood face to face with the wolf that had been a mere harmless orb moments ago.
"What are you?" asked Damian in awe.
"I am Khorpius, Alpha Of The Silhvein Legion".
"Were you the orb from back before then?", Damian knew it was a stupid question but commenced with it, eager to confirm a theory.
"Yes".
"How was I able to see when we touched?".
"That was my purpose at the time, and still is- but with a few amends". Damian knew Khorpius had directly avoided his question but why? Khorpius knew what the boy was thinking so came up with an alternate answer which was entirely true.
"That Is The Messenger To Answer Little One".
"Who's the messenger"
"Enough With The Question!!", boomed Khorpius with finality in his voice.
"Farwell...For Now".
And Damian started to fall again- this time towards light. Damian woke up with a start. He was drenched in sweat-which made him fall fall unto the hexalate glass floor. For a moment he panicked, as he could not see anything- was he still dreaming? Maybe he imagined all of that. All these thoughts revolved around his mind and a familiar booming voice confirmed he wasn't in a dream.
"Thine Eyes Are Very Precious Than Thoust Can Imagine", announced Khorpius.
What, these useless eyes? I never wanted to have them in the first place.
Then something clicked in Damian's head. 'You know what stay. I'm gonna kill myself anyway it will only be fitting if two useless beings rid this world of some of it's burden'.
Yes, that's the way- he will finally be free of this accursed life of his. With his new found inspiration, Damian felt round the room- touching the walls until he eventually touched the door. He felt about it, found the knob and opened it. The stale air confirmed that he was in the aisle. Damian gradually made his way unto the deck- the heat felt almost delightful on his dark skin. It was one of the things he will not miss after his death. He judged that by his position, the splendid bow must be straight ahead. Adrenaline rushed through his entire body, excitement bubbled up to it's maximum, yes he was ready.
He started to walk briskly, broke into strides then into a run- the bow loomed closer, his freedom from this wretched life was growing ever near. He heard screams, yelling and other unintelligible sounds as he ran. Like an eagle jumping to embark on it's first flight-he leapt from the bow ,his salvation has dawned. Damian knew the ship was high in the sky, because he felt turbulence since he awoke from his terrible dream. He felt cool breezes as he plunged downwards at an incredulous speed. Suddenly, he was engulfed in an oddly distorting sensation. It was like he was being stretched and twisted in a variety of shapes and angles. If this was what death actually was, then why arent peope doing it all the time-perhaps they never tried it thought Damian. Then he felt himself hit something-he was free, death had finally welcomed him. And the last thing he saw was Khorpius looking pitifully ad almost sadly at him-with his now smoldering liquid magenta eyes.