A few years have passed. I've grown in size, power and in control, however still bound by flesh and bone. Maybe this is another chance that the weird being has given me. Currents coil impatiently beneath my skin itching for action. Is this legit or are there others like me. Those who have returned or perhaps everyone has returned. I do not know yet, but so far everyone seems to be the exact same as I remember.
Servants whisper behind my back, curious, wary and jealous. My father keeps a sharp eye on me. No one seems to know what the doctor said if he even said anything at all. Still, I smile. These teeth were gifted to me not to hide, but to shine to be admired upon.
Each gum a shackle. Each tooth an iron bar. They suppress the power crawling through my veins, though much of it leaks thins streams are barely contained. My body still aches with every breath attacking me damaging me like a virus. I remember why I struggled in the past and why many who have been born like this have failed before me. It's like this body of mine is not for me to command, only a shell I watch from the inside.
I tear my gaze from the garden. The blue flowers sway, fruit-laden branches brushing the wind, but I ignore them. My body coils up in anticipation. With no one around the hunger for the world is bending to my will. As I walk back into the house realising still no one is around. I wonder about whether the past existed. If that was a dream or an existing memory. I look to my side to the endlessly stretching hallway. Whispering threats with hum of unknown energy. My aura flickers at my feet, dancing to the pulse of my veins. As long as no one sees or detects me this is completely fine.
At the end of the hallway stands a door emanating a dark green fog with a strong malodour scent. The handle cold and dusted with neglect. My fingers brushed off the handle, and I step inside. Dim lights flickers across the room: empty bottles, scattered papers, crushed leaves. Someone's obsessions with a life they'll never had.
My brother lies on the floor, sprawled, eyes empty, pupils drifting like smoke across the ceiling.
A few objects stir around me whispering my name, tugging at my aura. The Aura Draining Parasites, tiny vessels of energy, bash against their containers, faint scratches leaking through. Spirit nectar powder glitters across the floor like fallen stars, calling to me, begging to be touched.
I glance at my brother again. He struggles to sit upright. Sunken eyes, cracked lips, shallow breaths.
"May I have the vial that shows the past memories." My voice is calm, even.
He rubs his eyes, trying to focus. "The Reverie Dust, but it has changed as I did some experimentation. I turned it into bottles, combined it with the tonic and that random blue flower in the garden. Math says it strengthens the pull. I haven't tested it, though. But if you need it, dawg, just try. It's at the top of the cupboard."
I scale the cupboard silently. Dust and shards of paper scrape beneath my fingers as I reach the top. I grasp the bottle and slip away, careful not to rattle it. The hallway air thickens, heavy with the pull of the dust, tonic, and lingering scent of blue flower clinging to my fingers.
The pull is immediate. My aura thrums violently, tugged toward the vial. I can feel it drawing out hidden memories, fragments of the past swirling inside me. Each pulse burns, sharp and electric, reminding me how fragile my body truly is. But, I cannot open it yet. I quickly skulked towards my room locking the door behind me.
I set the vial on the floor, kneeling, careful not to spill a drop. Light flickers against the glass. My fingers tremble as I lift it, inhaling the faint scent flowers, herbs, something familiar. A whisper brushes my mind, an echo of another time. My teeth ache, my gums tighten, but I do not falter. This is what I came for.
My mind races, heart pounding. I wonder if it will show me what I remember. I wonder what it can possibly do. The bottle moving around the bottle as the cork blocks it from escaping.
My aura coils, ready to strike, ready to claim. I remove the cork. Blue fog bursts from the vial, curling through the room, thickening until I can see nothing but the glowing liquid inside the bottle.
I tilt the vial. The liquid slides over my lips, warm and sharp. It burns as it hits my tongue, sliding down my throat like wildfire. My lungs seize, my chest flares, and my body trembles but I drink it all. Every drop surges through me, and the fog around me hums with life.
The world started to tremble. Light around flickering. The fog hummed into my veins; a pressure climbed my throat, then the edges of the room blurred and I slipped into darkness.