5 Dream

I was levitated and brought to his laboratory, there were many corpses hanging all around.

Almost all childish in stature and physique. I looked carefully and realized they were familiar. Especially the corpse of a larger child, he was the one that I fought in the camps.

'This is where they've been going....' I thought as I felt anxiety threating to consume me, this would happen to me very soon or maybe worse...

He pinned me to a contraption on the wall. He brought his crystal ball over. He placed my palm on it and waited until it was full. The ball once again exploded this time I had no vision.

Before the dark element returned to me, the old man grabbed it and put it into a vial. He went over to his potions. He mixed some of the beakers and added some materials. When the solution turned violet he made a disgusting smile filled with hope.

He took the dark element and started measuring it. Then he took some dark blood-like liquid from a vial and put it into the dark element.

They started to mix and become a violet mixture like the other beaker. He walked over to me and made me drink the violet mixture from the dark element he put the other to the side. The drink was putrid and bloody.

My eyes started to glow violet and burn with pain as it continued I had to close my eyes to stop the pain.

I started to scream in pain and the mage used magic to stop me from screaming. Even if I yelled at the top of my lungs nothing would come out.

After all the pain I finally passed out from pain and my eyes stopped glowing violet. As I slept I was thrown back into the cell by the servants.

I woke up feeling the cold granite floor scratching me. My eyes felt sore and everything was blurry. I shut my eyes and felt the comfort of the darkness. Lately, I've noticed that I have been changing.

Maybe I finally learned to appreciate the darkness for what it has safety and not fear. The light has no safety because all is revealed in the light.

Once again the screams started again when my vision finally recovered the servants came to pick me up. I didn't resist because it was pointless and was brought back to that contraption.

But this time I wasn't alone in the room all around the corpses on the other contraptions disappeared. This time there were live humans all around the room. All terrified but none would speak out of fear of going first by getting his attention.

The old man walked into the room with a black feathered quill with a violet hue. He went over to his potions table and got the other violet solution. He put the quill into the solution taking a dab of it.

I couldn't even think I just looked at the old man in fear as he walked over to me.

He took the quill and started writing on my forehead. I couldn't see what it was but I could tell from the way he wrote. That it was something circular in basic training they talked about magic circles.

He then started writing strange symbols vertically from the bottom of my eyes to the end of my head near my mouth.

When he was done with the process I started to feel intense head pain. The most painful migraine I've ever felt and then everything became dizzy.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH" I screamed in pain

I yelled out in pain and tried to escape my restraints. I flailed and screamed unable to escape. Then the accursed old man took the whole solution and drenched me in it. The pain intensified and was all over my body.

The solution went through my clothes and reached my skin where it was absorbed. Not a single drop dripped to the ground as it was all absorbed into my body. I could feel my body rupture on the inside, the pain was beyond imagined.

Almost appreciating my screams this time the old man didn't shut me up this time. Instead, he went to the other people in the room. He wrote on their foreheads as well the same magic circle. But he didn't add the brandings along the eyes.

As the branding was planted on the people they would age at a noticeable rate. First wrinkles and sagging, joints cracking, teeth falling, and finally death. Once a person died a violet energy would fly into me. It was all directed towards my forehead it lessened the pain.

Everything became dark as I felt colder and colder. My body refused to respond, I felt nothing but hatred for everyone who did this to me. The noble who sent me to prison, the guard who sold me off, the slave market that gave me to that knight, the knight who gave me to this old man, and this old man who had killed me.

The energy from the people around me accumulated on the spell circle on my forehead but it wouldn't send that energy around my body.

My entire life was about obeying these bastards and being pushed around and used. I hate being so powerless I need power. If I had power, the power that will allow me to kill those I hate, Power that will let me destroy my obstacles.

A dark impulse appeared inside me as I died and everything faded to black. The last thing I heard was the old man.

"The shadow marking failed even though he was blessed by the shadows. I guess without the god of shadows, shadow magic is just impossible."

The mage called some peasants they took my body and threw it out into the desert.

As all this happened I went through a dream. I watched a world of eternal nothingness, one where time and space had yet to exist. Where no form or being existed, it was an endless expanse of nothingness.

I laid down in the desert unmoving but a storm built up in me, the dream went on for almost 5 years. As it happened my body started to change, the spell circle mutated and start to created further brandings of runic nature the spread to the brandings along my eyes.

In the dream, as my consciousness explored and waited for something to happen. An explosion released intense powers into the nothingness. An incredible flurry of lights alight the universe, and then I saw at the center of all the lights was a black-robed young man riding a black dragon

The energy in it started to spread throughout my body. I felt the vitality of hundreds of humans coursing through me. As this happened a dark wind started around me it corroded all the things around me.

My skin cleared, becoming a beautiful clean jade color. My blonde hair grew vibrantly and my physique grew larger and muscular.

Any fey beasts or travelers that got near me would be corroded to death. They would be consumed bones and all leaving nothing behind. With each animal, my vitality grew more exuberant and my eyes started to twitch.

Then finally my ruptured organs started to show movement. As a violet energy dispersed throughout my body.

My blood vessels reconstructed but with a violet hue to them. I felt an energy I never felt before but also a repulsion.

My shut eyes finally opened but they were no longer the same as they were glowing violet with a runic pattern in them. But this time there was no pain accompanying my eyes changing.

The spell circle started to glow violet along with the symbols under my eyes. Under my skin, the violet blood vessels started to move more and more energy. I felt an impulse to yell and release all my pent-up energy and hate.

I yelled to the heavens and violet blast of energy resulted. Then the dark wind around me stopped as the sand settled. Luckily no one was nearby to see what I had done but I knew what I had done.

I felt more powerful than I had ever felt in life what I have always desired to be free. With this power, I can survive in the chaotic world and get my revenge. All those who wronged me in the past will be personally killed by me.

My eyes glazed over and the memories of the dream returned to me. I was the shadow in the dream.

"Who am I?" I said with a confused expression.

Then in front of me appeared the devilish young man from my dream. In his face, I could see 6 points of resemblance. I could still remember the sight of him emerging from nothingness and the world coming into existence with him.

"We are one and the same." He said with a smirk. I felt like I was struck by lightning my eyes cleared, and I knew who I was.

"I am the Lord of Shadows," I said with my own devilish smirk.