Ola24

When the seal stone reaches its true seal, the apocalypse must break. At the end of every apocalypse, there are lives lost.  To whom does this honor belong?

         •I ran my finger around the circle of his tattoo one turn.  "Do you feel?"  ' I asked bitterly.  "There's a big sign right here."  If he spoke bravely, he would probably say stamp.  Or damn.  "You don't see it, but you feel it. It's right here. A rope that wraps you around you."  My other hand slipped down Cesur's arm and my fingers tangled in his.  “A web that connects everything,” I said, admiring his tattoo.

   "Just like me."  •

The Seal Stone

When I opened the door of my room, the wind blowing through the window fanned my hair.  I quietly closed the door and peered into the room.  I was sure that the window was closed on my way out.

I felt scared when my heart started beating fast.  I quietly approached the window, but there was no sound or movement around.

As I closed the window, the breath I felt on my neck pierced my heart like a knife, and I opened my mouth to scream.  But my scream exploded in a palm and disappeared.

I wanted to look at the owner of the hand that covered my mouth, but I was frozen with fear.  Right now I expected a knife to be pressed to my throat or a gun to my forehead, but it didn't.

All that was there were lips whispering in my ear.  "Mine."

Chapter 51