Chapter 6: Chapter 5
Axion's P.O.V.
My arm feels like there's something crawling up it, starting with my left hand and up to the edge of my forearm. It prickles and itches. I want to scratch it but not all my senses have come back yet. I can't move and I can't see. I feel the fabric of sheets beneath me, a bed probably, and a comforter covering my sweating body. A wave of heat washes over me and I whine involuntarily. I hear someone's voice but can't make it out. It's far off.
A hand covers my forehead. The person says something to someone else. I try to make their voice out, but it sounds like a bunch of garbled nonsense. I'm heating up. The room is coalescent. My breathing becomes rapid as my body works to try and cool off. Some of my abilities to move have come back and I squirm to shake off the blanket. The room is now scorching hot. I whimper and moan.
Someone holds my shoulders down to try and keep me still but I struggle against them. I can't open my eyes, it feels like I'm still dreaming in a way. Maybe I am and this isn't real. More hands hold me still, but there's no need because I slip back into my dreams.
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"Axion." I awaken from my sleep with my body functioning properly. My eyelids lazily flutter open to be welcomed into a dark room. I stir restlessly, stretching my aching bones. It's like I haven't moved in ages. "Wake up, little bird," a voice coos. I startle as my mind registers the stranger. I sit up and look around the room frantically, but see no one except two doors, a desk, a dresser, and a couch with its own sitting area. There's no one in the room. I begin to relax, but it's all too soon.
"I'm glad you're awake now," the voice speaks. I make it out to be male. I search for it's source. "Oh come now, you can't be that naive, can you?" He mocks, wherever the he is.
"Who are you? Why can't I see you?" I ask quietly. I try to keep how scared I am out of my tone, but it wavers. "Where are you?"
"Why," he says nonchalantly and suddenly materializes out of nowhere sitting on the corner of the bed. "I'm right here!" he grins. I jump back into the headboard and choke down the scream wanting to come out. I've never seen this person before. "Don't be afraid, I won't do anything. Well, maybe I might." He smirks with a wink as I shy away.
"Regarding who I am, well, I have been many people in my life. I was disguised as a guard this morning and my name was Garold and then a chef named Kim a second ago and now I am back to myself, but my name's a secret."
The man is dressed in an all purple leather suit and there's a black cane in his hand. He seems half a decade older than me. There's something mischievous and mysterious about him. He's skinny and doesn't look that strong. He must have used magic to hide like that. I don't know what else it could be.
"W-what do you want from me?" I realize I'm only wearing my undergarments and I tug the blanket around me tightly as if it will provide some protection from the man.
"Oh, don't worry, I won't hurt you," he laughs.
"Then..."
"I am here to bestow a gift upon you. Well, to deliver one, I should say. The Dark Lord requested me to give it to you."
"What? Who is that?"
"I suppose you wouldn't know, as not many do." He shakes his head, "It's a shame. I thought you were smarter, too. But who is not the matter right now. I'm just here to give it to you."
"I don't want it. Tell your Dark whatever-he-is that he can keep it." I curl my legs up beneath the blanket, moving farther from him.
"Well, I'm sorry to inform you, little bird, that that won't be possible. I am to give it to you whether you want it or not." He stands up from the bed, cracking his fingers casually.
"No, stay away from me. I said I don't want it. I-I'll scream!" I warn. I don't know how much good that would do me, but it's all I can do.
"Oh, I can easily stop you with a rune. Be a good bird and just stay still," he says
"Stop calling me that and I said stay away!" I'm about to move but my body freezes. My muscles strain against the force holding me where I am. I can't even speak. My eyes widen as he walks toward me with a frown. He reaches his hand out to touch my shoulder. His fingers are ice cold. I make a noise in my throat.
Moments pass before he takes his fingers away.
"There, now was that so hard?" The force still holding me doesn't release all the way, only enough for me to speak. I don't feel anything different. Did he curse me? Or maybe it was a spell?
"Help!" I scream, my voice rasping. I haven't had anything to eat or drink.
"Sorry, little bird, but I'm gonna put you back to sleep now."
"No, don't-" I protest, but he says something under his breath and my eyes roll back. The world spirals and I fall back to sleep.
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