"You can't escape me."
Gildon walked to the farthest place he could think of, the most isolated, the most lonely. He couldn't let this thing control him, make him do another bad deed. He had remembered the day throughly, as it has been racing through his mind constantly, grasping his thoughts. The day he had slaughtered the sheep viciously, with no remorse. The day the Spectre first talked after his visit. The day he found out how dangerous he really was.
"G-Get out of my head!"
"You promised this, Gildon. You can't block me out."
The talking continued, Gildon holding his head in agony. What did he want with him? Was it for torture? For his own amusement?
"Y-Yes I can!" He yelled loudly, swaying back and forth, trying to concentrate on happy things. However, when happiness came, he came again.
"That was good with the sheep a bit ago. I want you to hurt someone again."
"N-No! Not again...!"
"Don't test me, boy. I control part of you. If you won't, I will."
"W-What do you want with me?! Why do you like this?!"
"Because you're so easy to control."
Gildon fell to his knees, still holding his head, trying to let this old spectre out.
"I will give you one month to think about this, Gildon. You either kill someone, or I do it myself. And it isn't going to be a sheep this time."
The spectre left for then, taking half of Gildon's sanity with him. The man had let out a sigh of relief, but knowing he'd be back. He closed his eyes, and look down to the floor thoughtfully.
"I need help."
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The man had begun to put his things into a small leather bag, the tears that fall down make his leather torn and weary. He looks to the island sollemly, his face now turning now into a nice smile, as he remembers his memories at the small island.
Dantagon. Arameh. Lance. Jorokar. Taliss. Ayla. Ayame.. too much to count. They've all made him a friendiler and better person. If he had to spend all his life with someone, it would be them.
He now looked on the small ship which was hauling cargo constantly, the sailors cursing playfully and giving dirty faces at eachother, as to scare the other sea lovers, to make them know that they are the best.
Gildon sighed and walked slowly to the ship, slinging his bag to the back. He begun walking closer, untill he closed his eyes slowly, and brought out another sigh of relief. He knew of one person who can help him, but he was at the place where brought him most sorrow. Most pain and depression.
"Time to go home."
Dantagon. Arameh. Lance. Jorokar. Taliss. Ayla. Ayame.. too much to count. They've all made him a friendiler and better person. If he had to spend all his life with someone, it would be them.
He now looked on the small ship which was hauling cargo constantly, the sailors cursing playfully and giving dirty faces at eachother, as to scare the other sea lovers, to make them know that they are the best.
Gildon sighed and walked slowly to the ship, slinging his bag to the back. He begun walking closer, untill he closed his eyes slowly, and brought out another sigh of relief. He knew of one person who can help him, but he was at the place where brought him most sorrow. Most pain and depression.
"Time to go home."
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The smell and living conditions were horrible on the ship, as it would often smell like sibinac and rats. The only room that was avaible for Gildon was a tight, digusting room that a old sailor had died in, as the room still smelled of his corpse. He quickly unpacked his things, looking to see if he forgot anything. He nods in relief, as he sits on his cold, hard bed, and looks down to his sword thoughtfully. He then throws it to the wall, hoping not to hurt anyone with it. Unless, he comes.
After a moment of thinking and remembering the good times he had in Gobaith, he lay on his bed quietly and tried his hardest to go to sleep. He twisted and turned. He thought he heard a slight buzz, untill a voice came up. He knew who it was.
"Time's almost up, Gildon. It's already been 2 weeks. What are you supposing to do when I finally make you do it?"
The man tries hard not to answer, holding his head once more.
"Are you going to turn yourself in immediatly? Or run away from the law? Are you going to become some criminal?"
The man does not answer once more, looking to the door without a sound or a movement.
The person inside his head begins to chuckle a bit, as he says in a gruff voice, "2 more weeks, Gildon. And I will do something to you you will regret." And with that sentence, he had left the man looking to his door dumbfounded, not moving a muscle. He didn't sleep at all that night.
After a moment of thinking and remembering the good times he had in Gobaith, he lay on his bed quietly and tried his hardest to go to sleep. He twisted and turned. He thought he heard a slight buzz, untill a voice came up. He knew who it was.
"Time's almost up, Gildon. It's already been 2 weeks. What are you supposing to do when I finally make you do it?"
The man tries hard not to answer, holding his head once more.
"Are you going to turn yourself in immediatly? Or run away from the law? Are you going to become some criminal?"
The man does not answer once more, looking to the door without a sound or a movement.
The person inside his head begins to chuckle a bit, as he says in a gruff voice, "2 more weeks, Gildon. And I will do something to you you will regret." And with that sentence, he had left the man looking to his door dumbfounded, not moving a muscle. He didn't sleep at all that night.
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"LAND AHOY! GET UP, BASTARDS!"
Gildon grunted as he wearily got up from his slab of a bed, holding his back in pure agony. He began to yawn and strech lazily a bit, before feeling for his bag, himself still half asleep. After hastily packing his things, he slung it over his back, and went upstairs, where he sighed loudly, looking at the small town with a warm smile on his face. But, quickly he had remembered why he was here. He begun asking for the woman named "Shinrina", a priestess who specialized in these sort of things, or better known.. as his mother. He had remembered the thoughts of his mother, her warm gaze, and her soft hands, and then he remembered when she had dissapered. It was quite sudden, but then he had been reminded of the last thing he said to him...
"When you find a lady that you truely love, you have a choice, Gildon. She might either be your miracle, or your doom. Would you take that risk?"
He shaked his head slowly, walking into the town slowly, confused on what that really meant.. He tightens his bag, close to his back. Now, the goose hunt begins..
Gildon grunted as he wearily got up from his slab of a bed, holding his back in pure agony. He began to yawn and strech lazily a bit, before feeling for his bag, himself still half asleep. After hastily packing his things, he slung it over his back, and went upstairs, where he sighed loudly, looking at the small town with a warm smile on his face. But, quickly he had remembered why he was here. He begun asking for the woman named "Shinrina", a priestess who specialized in these sort of things, or better known.. as his mother. He had remembered the thoughts of his mother, her warm gaze, and her soft hands, and then he remembered when she had dissapered. It was quite sudden, but then he had been reminded of the last thing he said to him...
"When you find a lady that you truely love, you have a choice, Gildon. She might either be your miracle, or your doom. Would you take that risk?"
He shaked his head slowly, walking into the town slowly, confused on what that really meant.. He tightens his bag, close to his back. Now, the goose hunt begins..
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"But, if I find her? What will I say?"
Gildon walks down a cobblestone street, the town hustling and going on around him. He wondered what they would talk about, how he would explain it. What would happen if she had heard? Will she hate him? Will she shun him?
He had begun following a set of directions that he gotten from a beggar, however it had not come cheap. He sighed at his now almost empty bag of coins. It was not long untill he would be forced to go back to Gobaith, with no answer to his mysterious spectre.
However, he had moved on, untill he had stumbled upon a small shack a good distance away from the town. The shack was raggy and loose, and it didn't seem too appealing. The wood of the shack was rotting apart, and it was swarmed by rats and other critters. He had double-checked his directions, as he tightened his shirt, and knocked on the rusty door. And there she was, his own mother, Shinrina.
Contrary to the house, the lady looked to be very young and clean. Her hair was about the same colour as Gildon's, very light blonde hair. She wore a very plain and ragged dress. She looked back to him with her piercing, purplish eye, as she let out a small smile.
"It's been a while, mother."
Gildon walks down a cobblestone street, the town hustling and going on around him. He wondered what they would talk about, how he would explain it. What would happen if she had heard? Will she hate him? Will she shun him?
He had begun following a set of directions that he gotten from a beggar, however it had not come cheap. He sighed at his now almost empty bag of coins. It was not long untill he would be forced to go back to Gobaith, with no answer to his mysterious spectre.
However, he had moved on, untill he had stumbled upon a small shack a good distance away from the town. The shack was raggy and loose, and it didn't seem too appealing. The wood of the shack was rotting apart, and it was swarmed by rats and other critters. He had double-checked his directions, as he tightened his shirt, and knocked on the rusty door. And there she was, his own mother, Shinrina.
Contrary to the house, the lady looked to be very young and clean. Her hair was about the same colour as Gildon's, very light blonde hair. She wore a very plain and ragged dress. She looked back to him with her piercing, purplish eye, as she let out a small smile.
"It's been a while, mother."
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The woman's small smile had turned into a crooked smirk, as she had heard the voice. She had slowly begun to her hand to the man's face, the hand decorated with unusual rings and bracelets. As she feels his facial features, she nods and motions for him to come in. Gildon accepted, and slowly stepped into the shack, it's floorboards creaking with every step he took.
The house had been decorated with paintings and scriptures of all kinds of unusual decorations. The shack was actually some appealing to Gildon, as he looked around curiously, trying to anaylze the paintings. He sat in what seemed to be a broken down stool, next to a small table of two. The woman felt around for the table with her cane, now sitting down beside him.
Gildon could obviously tell she was now blind. Thoughts kept on racing through his head. What could have happened to her? How should I ask her? Is she fine? Is this right, to ask her at this moment?
The woman had begun to drink a cup of cider, as she passed one to him as well. He nodded thankfully and begun to take a sip of it. It had tasted like raw pig meat, but he had slurpped it up anyway. There was an akward silence there, untill the mother whispered something:
"What have you come here for?"
The man was a bit startled at the sudden remark, but put his cup down and spoke with a monotone voice.
"I do not know how to say this, mother, but I have not come here to visit you. I've come for your help."
He continued on, feeling a bit of guilt for the remark.
"There is something in my body that I cannot control. Something that wants me to do very bad things, mother. I remember your old remedies and cures for bad spiritual disturbances and curses. I need you to get this thing out of me, or I will do things that I cannot control."
She looked hard down to the ground, tapping her cane a bit, the floorboard cracking.
"And where have you gotten this curse, Gildon? Tell me."
Gildon gulped at the question, as he looked down to the floor as well, knowing that he shouldn't be lurking there.
"I was in the Island of Rasht. I know that I am forbidden to go there, but it was of great importance."
He spoke loudly to make sure he heard, having no regret to go to the island.
The mother's eyes now widened, her complexion now turning a very pale color. "It can't be.." She mumbled to herself, shaking her body in denial.
Gildon decided to ignore it, and went on.
"Maria was there. She was in trouble. She had lost her soul to a spectre. I could not have just let her feel hopeless there. So I made a deal."
"For exchange of part of my soul.. for hers.. I do not know why he wants mine, but I accepted. Now, I cannot live with it. I need this thing to be taken out.."
His mother nodded slightly to the story, her complexion still white, and her face with great concern and worry. She tapped her cane, as he lifted herself up. She slowly begun to feel for the walls, finally reaching for a dirty, worn out bookshelf, as she motioned for Gildon to move it out of her way. Gildon had moved it with ease, directing her into the room. And they both went into the room unknowing, what would happen inside of it..
The house had been decorated with paintings and scriptures of all kinds of unusual decorations. The shack was actually some appealing to Gildon, as he looked around curiously, trying to anaylze the paintings. He sat in what seemed to be a broken down stool, next to a small table of two. The woman felt around for the table with her cane, now sitting down beside him.
Gildon could obviously tell she was now blind. Thoughts kept on racing through his head. What could have happened to her? How should I ask her? Is she fine? Is this right, to ask her at this moment?
The woman had begun to drink a cup of cider, as she passed one to him as well. He nodded thankfully and begun to take a sip of it. It had tasted like raw pig meat, but he had slurpped it up anyway. There was an akward silence there, untill the mother whispered something:
"What have you come here for?"
The man was a bit startled at the sudden remark, but put his cup down and spoke with a monotone voice.
"I do not know how to say this, mother, but I have not come here to visit you. I've come for your help."
He continued on, feeling a bit of guilt for the remark.
"There is something in my body that I cannot control. Something that wants me to do very bad things, mother. I remember your old remedies and cures for bad spiritual disturbances and curses. I need you to get this thing out of me, or I will do things that I cannot control."
She looked hard down to the ground, tapping her cane a bit, the floorboard cracking.
"And where have you gotten this curse, Gildon? Tell me."
Gildon gulped at the question, as he looked down to the floor as well, knowing that he shouldn't be lurking there.
"I was in the Island of Rasht. I know that I am forbidden to go there, but it was of great importance."
He spoke loudly to make sure he heard, having no regret to go to the island.
The mother's eyes now widened, her complexion now turning a very pale color. "It can't be.." She mumbled to herself, shaking her body in denial.
Gildon decided to ignore it, and went on.
"Maria was there. She was in trouble. She had lost her soul to a spectre. I could not have just let her feel hopeless there. So I made a deal."
"For exchange of part of my soul.. for hers.. I do not know why he wants mine, but I accepted. Now, I cannot live with it. I need this thing to be taken out.."
His mother nodded slightly to the story, her complexion still white, and her face with great concern and worry. She tapped her cane, as he lifted herself up. She slowly begun to feel for the walls, finally reaching for a dirty, worn out bookshelf, as she motioned for Gildon to move it out of her way. Gildon had moved it with ease, directing her into the room. And they both went into the room unknowing, what would happen inside of it..
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The room was obviously the most decorate and vast, as it had been sunk with traps before coming in. Gildon's mother had quickly got rid of them, as she had pulled them out with ease, having remembered where they were.
The room had, of course, his mother's most priceless things, from bright jewerly, to elegant funiture, especially the formal bed in the corner, tucked in and clean. Beautiful and enormous paintings filled the walls, Gildon looking at them with awe and interest. But, soon, the fun was over, as Gildon remembered what he was here for, and it wasn't a gettogether. It was to get rid of this mess. To get rid of this monster.
His mother slowly motioned for him to sit on the bed, his arms and legs crossed humbly. She then told him to lay down, which he did so, still crossing his arms in a serious manner, looking up to the ceiling with no emotion whatsoever.
His mother looked at him a bit, and then made her way to a very elegant drawer, which he drew out a parchment. The parchement was outlined with gold, but seemed to be very worn out and dirty. She sat now beside him, and had begun to read the scriptures on the parchment.
Gildon had remembered stories of his mother and her curse-breaking ways, how it was as painful as getting 10 swords in your back, and poking your eyes out. He detested those stories, and made him think about his mothers way. Is it right to cause pain to someone, even if trying to help them?
He was embraced to feel any pain however, as he read on and on. Gildon could almost feel a slight tingle on his back, as the reading got louder and louder. Now, his mother started to raise her hand up, looking away from the parchment, and up to the ceiling. She had begun saying the words loudly now, when Gildon started to feel dizzy and weak, as if something was coming out of him, being sucked dry in the process. He held on to what seemed to be his very own life, as he saw from his own eyes, an almost invisible figure, appearing out of his chest, and into the air around him. The spectre had no structure at first, but then begun to form shape, as he begun to come out more and more. When it was fully out, the mother had stopped reading, holding her chest and gasping her breath. Not only was it painful for him, but painful for her as well.
The spectre had looked suprised at first, looking to the two nervously, his dark red eyes turning a bit frightened. But he begun to regain his calm, as he crossed his arms, and hovered over the pair. And out of his disgusting, peutrid mouth came out human words:
"Having a bit of a family reunion, eh?"
The room had, of course, his mother's most priceless things, from bright jewerly, to elegant funiture, especially the formal bed in the corner, tucked in and clean. Beautiful and enormous paintings filled the walls, Gildon looking at them with awe and interest. But, soon, the fun was over, as Gildon remembered what he was here for, and it wasn't a gettogether. It was to get rid of this mess. To get rid of this monster.
His mother slowly motioned for him to sit on the bed, his arms and legs crossed humbly. She then told him to lay down, which he did so, still crossing his arms in a serious manner, looking up to the ceiling with no emotion whatsoever.
His mother looked at him a bit, and then made her way to a very elegant drawer, which he drew out a parchment. The parchement was outlined with gold, but seemed to be very worn out and dirty. She sat now beside him, and had begun to read the scriptures on the parchment.
Gildon had remembered stories of his mother and her curse-breaking ways, how it was as painful as getting 10 swords in your back, and poking your eyes out. He detested those stories, and made him think about his mothers way. Is it right to cause pain to someone, even if trying to help them?
He was embraced to feel any pain however, as he read on and on. Gildon could almost feel a slight tingle on his back, as the reading got louder and louder. Now, his mother started to raise her hand up, looking away from the parchment, and up to the ceiling. She had begun saying the words loudly now, when Gildon started to feel dizzy and weak, as if something was coming out of him, being sucked dry in the process. He held on to what seemed to be his very own life, as he saw from his own eyes, an almost invisible figure, appearing out of his chest, and into the air around him. The spectre had no structure at first, but then begun to form shape, as he begun to come out more and more. When it was fully out, the mother had stopped reading, holding her chest and gasping her breath. Not only was it painful for him, but painful for her as well.
The spectre had looked suprised at first, looking to the two nervously, his dark red eyes turning a bit frightened. But he begun to regain his calm, as he crossed his arms, and hovered over the pair. And out of his disgusting, peutrid mouth came out human words:
"Having a bit of a family reunion, eh?"
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The spectre had narrow, red eyes, and a deformed mouth, as it had no structure at all. His nose looked almost exactly like Gildon’s, and his hair was as black as night. He looked at the two with a slanted grin, crossing his arms, and hovering over the two.
Gildon couldn’t put his finger on it, but he knew he looked like someone he knew. However, he had ignored it completely, and felt quickly for his blade, ready to take it out on any time. He eyed the spectre closely, shifting his eyes if he would make a move. The room was silent, until the spectre talked out with his icy tone.
““My, my, my, Gildon. So you finally managed to get me out on time? I’m proud of you.”
Gildon still eyed him coldy, his voice monotone when he spoke.
“Where’s Maria?”
The spectre chuckled a bit, crossed arms. He spoke once more.
““Gildon! Is that any way to speak to your elder?!"
“You’re not an elder! You’re dead!”
Gildon yelled now, pulling out his sword, ready to confront him whenever necessary.
“Now, now, Gildon. I was once an elder. And if you hadn’t noticed by now, Gildon…”
The spectre laughed loudly once more, covering his eyes.
“Don’t I look a bit like your father?”
The spectre went on, not grinning, but looking down lovingly to the boy.
“That is because I AM your father, Gildon.”
And then, Gildon gaze he had never given before. A gaze so cold that it would startle all of Gildon’s friend, and make them gossip for hours. A gaze of anger and hatred. A gaze of even fear and denial.
It all makes sense to him now. At the time, the village was against a undead scourge. His dad, being a simple militia soldier, was sent as bait to fend off a couple of skeletons at the island, Rasht, where there was a military outpost set up. He had never come back, and Gildon was forever forbidden to go on that island for a reason he did not know at the time. Gildon had hope he would come back, and he was just on a simple watch mission.
“You ca-can’t be..”
Gildon held his helmet in agony, taking it off and banging it to the floor. He simply was tortured as the spectre talked on.
”I only meant good, Gildon. When I had been on the island, the leader of the skeletons had offered me a new powerful person, to let me live once more. I took it, of course. And now, I feel better than ever.”
“All I had wanted is for you to join me. But, for you to join me, you must learn how to smile how to kill. You must learn to kill without remorse. Regret. Without emotion.”
He looked with love at his little boy, smiling to him. All Gildon’s mother could do could look down and listen.
“Now, I give you one more chance, Gildon.. will you join me?”
Gildon looked to the spectre now, and smiled. He had begun to reach for his hand, and for a simple Son-Dad hug.
“Goo-“
The spectre was cut off, as Gildon made a slash to his arm. Just as wind, it came and reformed, causing virtually no harm to him. The spectre just shrugged.
“Then, so be it, Gildon. You have become a fool in my eyes. I have no time here.”
He then begins to hold his hand up, as a glowing star begins to form on the tip.
“I will be back, Gildon. Do not ever forget that you are my son, and you will always be my son.”
The room was filled with a blinding light, as he begins to disappear. Gildon sighed and looked at his mother angrily. His mother had just looked down, her face streaming down with tears. He had noticed he was crying a bit as well, as he picked his helmet up.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Gildon sighed and picked up his things. He slowly moved out of the door, before leaving without one word. And with that, there was quiet. Simple quietness, even on the way home, even on Gobaith…
Oh, how he loved this quietness.
Gildon couldn’t put his finger on it, but he knew he looked like someone he knew. However, he had ignored it completely, and felt quickly for his blade, ready to take it out on any time. He eyed the spectre closely, shifting his eyes if he would make a move. The room was silent, until the spectre talked out with his icy tone.
““My, my, my, Gildon. So you finally managed to get me out on time? I’m proud of you.”
Gildon still eyed him coldy, his voice monotone when he spoke.
“Where’s Maria?”
The spectre chuckled a bit, crossed arms. He spoke once more.
““Gildon! Is that any way to speak to your elder?!"
“You’re not an elder! You’re dead!”
Gildon yelled now, pulling out his sword, ready to confront him whenever necessary.
“Now, now, Gildon. I was once an elder. And if you hadn’t noticed by now, Gildon…”
The spectre laughed loudly once more, covering his eyes.
“Don’t I look a bit like your father?”
The spectre went on, not grinning, but looking down lovingly to the boy.
“That is because I AM your father, Gildon.”
And then, Gildon gaze he had never given before. A gaze so cold that it would startle all of Gildon’s friend, and make them gossip for hours. A gaze of anger and hatred. A gaze of even fear and denial.
It all makes sense to him now. At the time, the village was against a undead scourge. His dad, being a simple militia soldier, was sent as bait to fend off a couple of skeletons at the island, Rasht, where there was a military outpost set up. He had never come back, and Gildon was forever forbidden to go on that island for a reason he did not know at the time. Gildon had hope he would come back, and he was just on a simple watch mission.
“You ca-can’t be..”
Gildon held his helmet in agony, taking it off and banging it to the floor. He simply was tortured as the spectre talked on.
”I only meant good, Gildon. When I had been on the island, the leader of the skeletons had offered me a new powerful person, to let me live once more. I took it, of course. And now, I feel better than ever.”
“All I had wanted is for you to join me. But, for you to join me, you must learn how to smile how to kill. You must learn to kill without remorse. Regret. Without emotion.”
He looked with love at his little boy, smiling to him. All Gildon’s mother could do could look down and listen.
“Now, I give you one more chance, Gildon.. will you join me?”
Gildon looked to the spectre now, and smiled. He had begun to reach for his hand, and for a simple Son-Dad hug.
“Goo-“
The spectre was cut off, as Gildon made a slash to his arm. Just as wind, it came and reformed, causing virtually no harm to him. The spectre just shrugged.
“Then, so be it, Gildon. You have become a fool in my eyes. I have no time here.”
He then begins to hold his hand up, as a glowing star begins to form on the tip.
“I will be back, Gildon. Do not ever forget that you are my son, and you will always be my son.”
The room was filled with a blinding light, as he begins to disappear. Gildon sighed and looked at his mother angrily. His mother had just looked down, her face streaming down with tears. He had noticed he was crying a bit as well, as he picked his helmet up.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Gildon sighed and picked up his things. He slowly moved out of the door, before leaving without one word. And with that, there was quiet. Simple quietness, even on the way home, even on Gobaith…
Oh, how he loved this quietness.