A Soothing Illustration

A chill ran down my spine. Eon surely do something to correct my bad behavior. Trying to climb the wall was Eon's way of taunting me. Punishment for behavior would certainly be worse.

I thought of what I could draw. There weren't many items of inspiration in my room. Anything outside would soon be darkened after a couple of hours of drawing. A candle would be required to see after a few hours. My eyes darted around the room and settled on the nightstand.

The hammer seemed out of place earlier, but the desk looked empty now. I walked to the nightstand, opened it's little door, and grabbed the hammer head. It's weight had not been forgotten.

I placed the hammer head on center of the desk and looked at its details. There weren't many. Just the hammer and the spear crossing each other. Those would be easy to draw. The hammer head itself would be drawn in a three dimensional way.

My hand was shaking as I held the pen. I steadied myself and touched the pen to the paper, making a curved line. This pen didn't make normal lines. They were like thin streaks of ink, giving the line a fuzzy look. I didn't mind. The finished picture would look quite interesting.

I began to draw a neat outline of the hammer. First the sides, then the symbol. I ran over the outline again and added details. My hands were calm and steady, just like the rest of me.

I felt a bit of a chill. It was cool out. The windows were fully closed, but the cool air from outside still managed to find a way in.

I wished I was in the sitting room. It was warm and cozy. I'd sat by it with only the warmth and my own memories to keep me entertained.

How long had I been drawing? I looked up at the clock. One hour and five minutes?!

I did use small strokes when drawing the picture. So much time had passed. This was proving to be a great source of entertainment. The picture looked about half done. It wasn't the most exiting picture, but it looked very neatly drawn. Now was a good time to light a candle.

I added more detail to the picture. The symbol took a lot of patience because I had to add such small details to it. I shaded in some parts of the hammer to add to the three dimensional look.

I felt a sudden urge to go to the bathroom. Carefully, I placed the pen in a holder where it couldn't role off the desk. A bit of ink had gotten on my fingers, so I washed that as well.

Finishing the picture was the most exciting part. I signed my work with the pen and put it back in it's drawer. With much satisfaction, I held the picture up high. After I admired my work, I placed it down on the desk and blew out the candle.

The hammer was returned to the nightstand, and I crawled into my bed. The amethyst necklace sat on top of the nightstand as well. I could see it perfectly when I was in my bed. Twenty minutes after ten. Perfect.

I felt calm. The drawing had cleared my mind. My body warmed up after a few minutes under the covers.

I fell asleep, ready to apologize to Eon the next day. My attitude would have to change tomorrow as well. I was being too harsh towards Eon. He deserved better behavior from me.

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I woke to a terrible smell. There was no light filling the room. My eyes squinted shut and my nose scrunched tight upon taking in the foul stench.

I felt like throwing up. The smell was terrible, yet strangely familiar. I rubbed my eyes and sat up, ready to investigate. The smell was so strong. Maybe this was my punishment. I smelled my arms, only to find there was nothing unusual. I smelled fine.

I sat up and looked at the rest of the room. A small gasp escaped my lips. I put my hands to my mouth and threw up in my mouth a bit. After that, I let out a scream.

It was high-pitched and long. The sound seemed to echo. I let out a cry of terror as I looked at the dead body laying beside my bed. It was the man with the scar on his face. The one I'd told Eon about.

This was my fault. I'd made a huge mistake, and now that innocent man was dead. I backed off my bed and crossed my arms in fear.

"Lumine! What happened?" Eon ran into my room and looked straight at the body. I was crying now.

"Did you kill him?" I asked between sobs.

"No! I left your room and... and..." Eon looked like he was trying to remember something.

"You had a gun! I saw it when you left my room!" I sank to the floor and took deep breaths.

"Oh no... That son of a-" Eon looked angry. He walked towards me, and I gave him a threatening look.

Eon's expression softened as he said, "Don't worry, Lumine. Just go to my room and wait. You can lock the door if you want too. Whatever makes you feel safe."

I took a final deep breath and wiped my eyes. Eon pulled me to my feet and followed me to the door. The stench was unbearable. It was worse than looking at the body.

I walked into Eon's room and closed the door behind me. It was sort of comforting knowing Eon would be close by, at least until he took the body away.

It was only five o'clock. Eon had a couch in his bedroom. It looked comfy.

I sat in Eon's rooming in fear and confusion. If Eon hadn't killed the man, who did? Eon seemed to know, and that scared me the most...