Also, turns out the recording of my playing music live isn't a thing, because their camera's memory stick was full or some-such. Regardless, enjoy this piece of writing and have yourself a lovely day! See you tomorrow at eight AM for more!
The Warlock III by Mackinley Clevinger, June 9, 2016
Fear tore at my heart, slipping through my veins in time with the rapid-fire pace of my pulse. My body thrummed with nervous energy, yet I couldn’t move a muscle as the darkness swirled around me. Formless beings passed within inches of me, their eyes glaring with malice upon my bare skin as their whispering voices rose in a chorus around me. The words were nonsense, but carried a meaning I knew all too well. These were the beings that answered the call of the Warlock, shaped by my demands, and they were still –
I woke with a start, gentle birdsong and a distant stirring of leaves meeting my ears as the echoes of the dark place left me. I was covered in sweat, my pulse racing as I heaved in breath after breath and tried to calm myself. It was just a nightmare. The same one I’ve had every night since leaving Carmen trapped in the cemetery, and the same one that I am going to stop having. Eventually.
Morning light filtered through the walls of the old shed I’d been sleeping in, rays of light casting themselves on the overturned bucket that had made a good stool to sit and think on for the past few days. Old, thread-worn clothes that didn’t fit me had been a blessing to find here after stumbling through the woods naked for most of a day, and I hadn’t found anywhere better to rest at night than the hard-packed dirt this shed was built on, so I let these walls protect me until the nightmares passed and I was ready to go outside again.
I rubbed at an unfamiliar face and stood, feeling the coarse material of my shirt settle over me in a way I was still getting used to. My clothes stuck to me uncomfortably, sweat-soaked and sweat-stained from my nightmares. There was a time I’d clean them with a snap of my fingers, make them velvet-soft and fit my body like a second skin, but the power hadn’t come back to me. I couldn’t remember how I’d done it before, and had no idea where to start now. Well…