Nyx: Remnants of the Ashen Blood Chapter 3: Buried Spirits

BY Hardikkumar Joshi PUBLISHED Nov 14, 2022

Mark sat calmly on his bed and touched the stone and suddenly all the memories of the previous night started flooding back.

One scene replayed for a longer time and that was the lightning that had fallen on him. Suddenly, he saw the same lady with a golden chest from his previous dream, but now he saw her bound by chains alone, surrounded by fire.

She shrieked, and he saw a new landscape, but before he could see, the vision ended. He took his hands away from the stone and felt his blood and heartbeats return to normal.

He eyed the stone for a moment and then decided to prepare for his meal. The purple egg was still missing, but he was simply relieved to be free. He decided to collect some herbs for a healing stew.

To relax for the day, he decided to go strolling through the valley and near the mountains to calm him. He passed the hall to watch his farmland to check if the crops were growing properly. He was not a farmer but had to grow his own crops so he had to go to the village to buy goods less often and did not need to be dependent on the traders.

He wandered through the river and watched the animals, too. He considered practicing his archery on small animals and in open land nearby the banks, but instead decided to sit and watch the sky.

Mark watched with an unwavering gaze, as a fiery red orb of light slowly sank beneath the horizon, and threads of light lingered in the sky, mingling with the rolling clouds, dyeing the heavens first orange, then red, then dark blue, until all that was left of the sunset was a chalky mauve, and then that melted away in turn as darkness took over the sky.

The sun, now a sallow shadow of its daytime self, had sunk low to the hills and was semi-eclipsed.

He searched around the hut to make sure there was no creature following, though he could feel someone watching him.

Surprisingly, there were no Slyvians nearby, so he decided to sharpen his weapons. He went inside and after the evening meal, checked his hunting bow, and sharpened his knife.

Then, cleaning his bed, he leapt on it. He was about to doze off when he saw the stone one last time and saw it was shining in the silvery light from the stars. He gazed at it curiously until exhaustion took over and he slept.