The Sage of Sages
WHAT EYES HE had.
The children could not look away.
They were not the same colour.
One reminded them of the hue of blades of grass.
And the other— the other eye was more startling: dazzling with a glow as if- if one stared long enough in the golden eye~ they would be hypnotized.
His hair colour matched his mesmerizin’ golden eye.
#TheSageofSages (C) 23.07.2021
Chapter 2: WOE
Piercin’ screams echoed throughout the village.
Children have gone missin’~ some parents left wonderin’ about who took their precious young ones-
Birds fallin’ from the sky— crash landin’ onto the red muddy ground... an elderly couple shake their heads, as they walk past a mother wailin’.
Her voice trembles while she asks: ‘‘Have you seen my darlin’ babies playin’ here by the pier?’’
The night sky grows much darker almost like a spell from all the woe.
#WOE (C) 31.07.2021 Sat’rday
Chapter 3: Plethora
The young child sat in the corner of his bedroom. An elderly person walked in and sighed— ‘‘Ready to pack up, kid? Your new parents will be here to pick you up soon.’’
No sooner had the last word been spoken than the kid’s whole body started to phase in & out. His entire body seemed to be switching from a human form to that of a spectre.
The room started to feel much smaller. And the sunlight beams that were shining in the room right through the blinds started to change form. The rays of light began to bend & make their way toward the old sister.
She had sensed and felt how much stronger this kid was becoming. As soon as she had walked into the room, she knew that she had to be on high alert.
The kid was no longer in the corner. Her heart began to beat rapidly. A sound of laughter was coming right behind her.
She tried to turn her body around, but failed. The kid blinked and the door ended up closing shut with a bang.
The sister moved her hand quickly & managed to grab hold of her wand. At that point, the kid laughed again. This time it sounded more like laughter from a plethora of dæmons.
Her bones cracked within her body. The sister’s hands were twisted & tangled as if they were made of rope.
As much as she tried to scream— no one could her it. The kid had transported his section of the room to the netherworld.
The sound of knuckles beating on the door made the kid want to stay where he was- taking the life of the sister. He knew the others would try to find a way to get to him.
He brought the room back to its former place in the exact spot. The door slowly opened revealing a pile of ashes on the hardwood floor.
The group of sisters that had been knocking all gasped at the sight of their former sister. They clasped their hands ready to say a prayer. Maybe the kid would have to stay just a little bit longer with them.
If they couldn’t teach him how to control his~ um— gift- or actually more like evil power then he would end up killing anyone that tried to take away his power. They would have to inform the folks waiting downstairs that another kid would be handed to them for adoption.
This child needed a little more time to learn how to behave living with folks with no powers. Ah, it was probably time to call in a higher level sage to deal with this one.
#Plethora (C) 31.07.2021