Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160303163426/@comment-7203512-20160306094458

(Sorry for a yet another chunk of text, I've nothing else to do.)

Aelwin stretched his sickly arms towards the embers, his face hidden. He took a brief moment to raise his head and listen to the group's stories of life before death, they were depressing and demoralizing to him.

"Ael! Ael!...", he heard the voice in his head ringing, feeling as if a giant bell's clapper kept hitting against his skull, before a feminine echo reached out to him once more: "Ael!... Come, let's play tag! You're it!...", followed by a laugh so innocent that it felt peculiarly sinister the very moment he took a glimpse of the group by the campfire once more, wiping the tear off his dirty cheek. "Wait! Candice is coming!..." the echo carried on, and Aelwin heard the door opening. He turned around to see Candice, his step-mother, in a noble dress, holding a blunt piece of wood that she used to beat him with for every little felony of his, regardless whether it was framed or not. A ten-year old girl was standing beside and slightly behind the woman, pulling her dress and pointing at Aelwin. "He did it!...", the girl exclaimed, her fingers and eyes becoming sickly black. "I will kill you, you son of a b...", Candice's mouth was filling with blood, her fingernails fell off and skin covered with the very same spots. Aelwin rubbed his eyes in fear to see nothing. He was just feverish. "Leave...", he heard Candice's voice once more, before it all faded into silence. He felt underwater.

Aelwin rubbed his eyes once more, wiped the sweat from his forehead and raised his eyes to see Jawan's glance of pity.