The 9th Continent: Eyes of Horus

abbed into his wrinkled, aging skin. His nose dribbling blood. "I can give you whatever you want" He continued. "I'm the mayor" He chuckled lightly in fear. "Money? You want money? Na

n trying back-peddle. Dragging himself on the floor, until inevitably, he came up against the chilling feel of the kitchens plastered and vaguely painted walls. "C'mon just, just t

d-stained knife to temporarily silence the impaled old man. "You know, it's better for you to keep mute

running out, and you can't do anything to stop it. Tell me, how does it feel. To be powerless. Everything and everyone

have a family. An entire city to take care of. I don't want to die" he begged. "I don't want to... ahhhhhh"

aught as a child to do. You desperately long to embrace the darkness. Hold on to it for as long as you can. Get lost in it. The light finally becomes your end, and the darkness? A glimpse of

he continued, while walking around the kitchen, stepping on the pieces of broken glass, littered all around, "never resting, never sleeping, never living for and in the moment because we were too busy imagining the cold fingers of the darkness drawing nearer to our oh so feeble light." He turned back halfway, his eyes locking with that of the dying man who laid on the floor behind him. "But all those years of running. Where we really running from the darkness? No", he smiled. "We were just running away from the image

h...", he swiftly pulled the injured man's head closer, staining his soft, dark coat with even more blood. "I stopped running from it...", he said, stroking his almost bald head, "...and I became it. It's high time we all stop running from it brother", h

Now you can embrace it too brother. Shhh Shhhh Shhh, the less you struggle, the more painless you disco

e in the chest of the breathless, lifeless body

into the dark, murky,

of the dead man behind him "...or embrace it permanently" he completed. Opening