07-13-2014, 03:06 PM
There were few things he had endured that left him speechless. The frenzied hatred of rabid fanatics he met with distain and pity.
Today, however, Nikolai Brandon held his heart and mind captive. Michael was enthralled in the truest sense of the word. Every syllable beat at his ears like a gong. Had logic not prevailed, he could have sworn the room grew darker with every word.
The man was enthralling, he had his fist tight around Michael's throat, but he held out a shred of composure. As Nikolai spoke of his dream, Michael felt a chill in his bones. The chill was warmed by a ray of mutual desire. It was true, this empire was like no other. The world was changing...Perhaps. Maybe it was possible...
Madness. Arrogance.
Death.
The words pounded in his skull and he felt the world fall away beneath his feet. The ray held out against the growing darkness but it was so very thin.
Nikolai's gaze did not hold any trace of insanity despite his claims, and Michael realised the decision was already made. The storm had arrived regardless. If Nikolai's vision proved true, he would help build that peace.
If Michael's fears came to pass, then he would have enough power to shelter what he could from the chaos.
While Nikolai loomed, Michael remained seated. He did not trust himself to stand. "My loyalty is yours,"
the simple words held more weight than any speech that could be made.
To himself, he let out a long breath of acceptance. This was his battle. His burden. His birthright.
Today, however, Nikolai Brandon held his heart and mind captive. Michael was enthralled in the truest sense of the word. Every syllable beat at his ears like a gong. Had logic not prevailed, he could have sworn the room grew darker with every word.
The man was enthralling, he had his fist tight around Michael's throat, but he held out a shred of composure. As Nikolai spoke of his dream, Michael felt a chill in his bones. The chill was warmed by a ray of mutual desire. It was true, this empire was like no other. The world was changing...Perhaps. Maybe it was possible...
Madness. Arrogance.
Death.
The words pounded in his skull and he felt the world fall away beneath his feet. The ray held out against the growing darkness but it was so very thin.
Nikolai's gaze did not hold any trace of insanity despite his claims, and Michael realised the decision was already made. The storm had arrived regardless. If Nikolai's vision proved true, he would help build that peace.
If Michael's fears came to pass, then he would have enough power to shelter what he could from the chaos.
While Nikolai loomed, Michael remained seated. He did not trust himself to stand. "My loyalty is yours,"
the simple words held more weight than any speech that could be made.
To himself, he let out a long breath of acceptance. This was his battle. His burden. His birthright.
"She saw a flaring halo around his head, radiant in gold and blue. It shouted of glory and power to come"
"No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."