⦾The next day⦾
The sound of birds chirping away like choristers singing out their hearts in an Orthodox Church woke Nesta who was napping away without any care in the new world he was in.
What time is it?
He asked in as much as his heavy eyelids were keeping his eyes closed. Rubbing his eyes gently with the back of his hand, he raised his other hand as rest of his body shook slightly. Euphoria settled in as a tingling sensation built up at various joints within his rejuvenated body. His blurry vision slowly regained its clearity after some seconds of intense rubbing.
Nesta placed his hand down and could feel the texture of the covering of the bed he had slept on. He quickly grabbed his right foot out of shock only to find out that it had already healed up. His Achilles' tendon which had been torn apart by the golden arrow was now safe and sound.
Fear gripped his heart as he thought back to when the arrow had gone through his leg. The kind of inexplicable pain he went through and how the mysterious woman who had been the cause of it all had fortunately or unfortunately been his healer.
"Where I'm I?"he mumbled out to himself while he pushed himself off the bed with a confused expression on his face. All he could remember was that he was deep in the woods yesterday and today, where was he?
The floorboards of the room squeaked when his foot pressed against them. Nesta seized up the room, zeroing his eyes around each corner he could to see if someone else was inside the room.
His suspicions were proven right as his gaze landed on a shadowy figure in one of the four corners of his room. The shadow's gaze also met his and a potent aura emanated out its body immediately their eyes had met. Nesta shuddered when his body came into contact with the potent aura the figure was giving off. He could see the shadows surrounding the figure give way a little each time its chest heaved up and down rhythmically.
Nesta moved from his position as he attempted to approach a wooden door which stood firmly shut on the other side of the room. As usual the floorboards made weird noises with each step he took making the atmosphere a bit tense. It became tense as a result of the shadowy figure whose ominous presence was still a problem for Nesta.
Instead of heading towards the door, he rather turned all of his attention to the shadowy figure in the room. He gently proceeded towards it while cautiously putting his hands up and at the same time curling them up into fists.
Slow but deliberately his goal was finally in sight. What he had not accounted for was that with each step he made towards the figure, it increased the weight of the pressure its eyes were currently putting on his shoulders. Despite the unease, Nesta decided to bear through everything and see to it that he had finally reached his goal.
With each step weighing much more than they should, he made his way and was a few meters away from the shadowy figure. At this point though, the shadows surrounding the figure shifted vigorously to several parts of its body. This was done to make sure that Nesta's curiosity won't be easy satiated by the external features of the shadow.
The ploy worked outstandingly as Nesta continued to approach the figure despite the uneasiness its presence was creating in the room. Looking back at Nesta's background, he was someone who never got the opportunity to accomplish anything in his past life. For example, when he had become friends with Yvonne he made it clear to himself that he was going to date her at all cost. In the end though, he didn't only fail to see it through but he also become a subject to constant ridicule by Jake and his friends.
For once he had a goal in front of him with nothing to disturb or prevent him from accomplishing it. So he progressed towards it with a determined look on his face.
The ominous feeling in the room overshadowed him in as much as he tried his best to pay no attention to it. His heartbeat rose up quickly as each one of them came together to create a prolonged sound which dampened his sense of hearing.
Do you think this is going to make me quit?
Nesta sighed with his chest heaving up and down uncontrollably. He gripped his chest in a desperate attempt to save face as sweat dribbled down his forehead. Some of it came down to the tip of his jaw where they effortlessly dropped to the ground. Others also made their way into his eyes causing him to flinch in pain.
Moving his arm a little and attempting to wipe the sweat from his face, he did his outmost best to get rid of the beads of sweat which glided down his face like a brood of vipers slithering in sands of the Sahara desert. Before he could though, the figure moved to some degree away from its position. Instead of heading towards the door after witnessing all of these red flags, Nesta's heart pounded with excitement as his curiosity got the best of him.
He continued his ardent journey towards the shadowy figure without a care in the world.
The ominous feeling produced by the figure suddenly reminded him of someone. A childhood friend, Genevieve Attebery, the one who helped shape his personality when he was little. Images flashed in front of his eyes when the memories they spent together came rushing into his head.
From the little he could remember about her, he made emphasis on the kind of feeling she generated each time she spoke about her father. She once told him about how her father gave out her brother out to her aunts just because he did not feel that his characteristics were what he desired. How their father treated them like lab rats rather than his own children.
Nesta could remember vividly how his face was filled with anger as he listened to what she had told him about her father. Everything was going on successfully between them until one day all hell broke lose when her father had killed her mother as a result of one of his scientific experiments. The incident was broadcasted all over the news. The next day was a mess since Nesta also lost his mom within the same week causing him to miss school throughout the week.
The moment that he had returned to school though, his childhood best friend was no longer the one he knew. She was silent than normal with an air of melancholy dancing around her each time one came closer to her. Each time their eyes met he felt a similar feeling he was getting from looking into eyes of whatsoever was standing in the corner of his room.
Why I'm I thinking of her?
He wondered as he turned all his attention to the figure in front of him. Without even realizing it he was now an arms length away from the shadowy figure. His hands slowly but deliberately lurked towards it as his sense of hearing and critical thinking all got clouded by its potent aura.
The shadow around the figure retracted from its body and swirled around his hand. An icy cold air descended upon his body which he was familiar with— the feeling of death gripping on to his hand. The feeling traveled throughout his body , reaching his bones and shaking them to their very core. Nesta swallowed as his fingers continued towards the figure's body. Before his fingers could reach it though, The voice of a woman caused his own body to stop in its tracks.
"Stop what you are doing "the voice muttered out loud to his hearing.
Nesta did not hear the door open and the floorboard's squeaky sounds since his sense of hearing had been dampened to such an extent.
Though the voice which had spoken spoke with zero ferocity, his body obeyed it without any hesitation as his hands retracted away from the figure and his eyes darted across the room to meet that of the one who had commanded him.
To his surprise, two glowing red eyes were currently staring into his soul. Nesta felt naked in front of them as if he had no secrets he could away these pair of eyes.
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