I took refuge at the citadel beyound the mountains, trying to avoid my memories.
I endeavoured to doesn't fall asleep, my dreams immersed me in the remembrance; I remembered the monastery and the evil who took it up.
Dream or reminiscence?
My mind has been scrambles, confused.
The prowler followed my steps up to here.
The double swing door hisses behind him.
He dragged his sword while walked toward the bottom of the establishment.
The noise that the blade does scratching the floor stopped the hum of conversation.
Despite his Hood overshadowed his face I felt eerie when he pan each other.
He jerked back a chair and sat, grasping his flamberge and lined up.
The atmosphere went back to normal until he swung his sword-hill getting louder and louder.
Folks watched him, some of them nudged each other and smirked.
He threw it away, the heavy blade thudding when it touching the floor, noise rises all the establishments' area.
Everyone snirkered.
He didn't does it voluntary, unable to contained the demons possessed him.
April 2016
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