A Young Guest

Things were strange.

A few curious glances turned his way once in a while, but no one suspected Ezrahl of being who he was. He easily blended in with the younger disciples of the sect. No one acted like he would be murdering them at the slightest of inconvinience.

Ezrahl was truly surprised.

No matter how frustrating and hindering this transformation was, Ezrahl now felt like it was a nice change. 

He wandered to the tranquil woods in the castle. 

Things were peaceful there, and there was a rushing stream not much far. Ezrahl paused in front of it, entranced by the soothing melody, serene and crisp, the running water felt nice to hear. He closed his eyes, feeling the brush of gentle air and letting it calm his agitated mind.

But his peace was short-lived.

"Hey."‌ 

Ezrahl opened his eyes.

It was Aesther.