Beanie-Jess-09

PROLOGUE The last bell chimed from the distant clock tower, then only the sounds of the sea crashing against the docks were all that could be heard, outside the tavern, inside, three people were seated around in the candlelit room they had rented for the night. A young lad was seated at the small table, deeply engrossed in the dusty tome before him, while seated opposite him was an slightly older fellow with a duster of whiskers coating his chin and a mug of mead nursed between his calloused hands, and behind him a blonde engrossed in notes and writings she had scattered across the bed. A sound of wings fluttering outside the window of their

I can't feel the pain that runs though my veins My hearts gone cold too cold for anyone to hold Maybe I'm too far gone for anywhere to belong I'm just fading my mind won't stop debating To contradict the lies that are hiding deep inside It's just meaningless It's insignificant I'm too far gone to the pain where I belong

The things we want to tell ourselves, Are the things we don't want hear the most. I had that dream again, that same dream... It keeps replaying in my mind every night the same dream. I'm walking down a long hallway and I can hear a faint screaming in the distance always the same screaming It never changes. and the walls a lined with old portraits of people, people who looked like they held a place of authority and other strange paintings that had a 'cult' vibe to them. But one painting in particular caught my attention. A painting of a man. No more than that a monster that brought fear just by looking at him. His face was hidden by a very