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[moonlightheretic]

Six Sentence Sunday: The Heretic

Alright, kids. This is another brutal one. Why can’t I write anything happy? Do I need to start watching the Care Bears or something? Gore warning. 

I threw my face into the dirt, inhaling soil and small bits of rock, “Get off of me!” I coughed. “Get off!”

It stopped. My face’s temperature reduced down to a pitiful smolder. My tears still left searing reminders of what just transpired. I pulled myself to my knees, and looked around quickly for my ancestor, only to find that I was alone. All that remained of him was the mirror shard, I crawled over to it to measure the damage. I plucked it from the mud and examined my appearance, but all I saw was his.  Eyes—hawk-like and pouring into my soul, for he clearly saw me now.

Blood aligned into patterns, forming webs of a promise and laced in haemal crimson. Six eyes of varying sizes crowned his forehead and cheeks, inter-connected by the bonds of gouged flesh, an anthem forged by blood and spirit: this was the Vallaslin of Fen’Harel.

Its totally not 6....but one can dream. 

Also....I think I got the tags right for Beyond the Veil. 

Thank you for reading!

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