Denser looked into the depths of the pond again. But unfortunately, nothing distinctive was about it. Same old pond. Silvery fish swimming about. Little bits of rock here and there, glowing eyes, sea grassâ?¦Denser paused and thought about something. Glowing eyes? Denser, breathing hard, was very confused. Glowing eyes, what had glowing eyes? He searched every corner of his mind for the answer. He could not find it. His face grew hot at the fact. The glow was stronger now, whatever it was, it was approaching him. Denser slightly twisted his head to observe the pond once more. His eyes widened in horror, Gleaming bright white. Instantly his hand shot up to cover his mouth and hide the petrifying scream that now shook his body. His eyes welled with tears, fearful for his life, Denser tried to abscond from the pond, and go inside the old shed, and be out of harmâ??s way. He was far much too late. Grabbed by a frosty, slick hand Denser was pulled straight into the icy waters. Opening up his eyes to catch a glimpse of his captor, vast amounts of bubbles flowed from Denserâ??s mouth and in sped the dirty, water, and part of the residue, that came from the creature that had grabbed him. Boney, green skin, eyes a deep red, fingers shining with blood. It was not weak. The creature had a strong, icy grip to Denserâ??s heart and was snarling, its smile twisted in cruel ways, face flecked with blood, as they slowly plunged to the bottom of the pond, which was much deeper than Denser had ever thought. Catching a glimpse of a silver fin from a fish, Denserâ??s weighty eyelids fastened on him.
His life flashed all before him; he wanted to teach those fools who always picked on him a lesson. Later on though, not now. He would do it when he had mastered the dark spells. But, if he died, he would never get a chance to do it. All because of curiosity. All because of that he was going to depart this life. His lungs were collapsing.
He couldnâ??t possibly perish now. He had to live. He had so much to do. But there was no way. He couldnâ??t last much longer. â??Unlessâ?¦â?? He thought to himself . â??I can castâ?? He said, but it quickly turned into a stream of bubbles, wasting some of what was left of his supply of oxygen.
He hastily melded the mana shape for his spell, the first one he could think of, he needed
to survive, he had so much to do. He thought of the most treacherous spell in his custody.
He cast. Millions and millions of little onyx orbs, shining even in the darkness of the pond, spots of red, making tiny torpedoes in the water, flew towards the creature. He had cast light eaters. Death awaited all who stood in their path. Denser was not stable with this spell. At any misfortune the light eaters could turn on him and attack, and he would be left to die at the bottom of the pond. Flesh, blood, and by the worse fate, bone gone. Fish feeding at his remainders, sea grass growing over his rotting body, while maggots and worms thrived inside his busted, black, decaying organsâ?¦ The creature screamed. A horrific sound, a high-pitched whine, blood-curdling stomach. It sent Denserâ??s brain swimming into nightmares. He had never heard such a terrifying thing in his life. Quickly-thinking, Denser grabbed his dagger, and plunged it into the fleshy wound in the creatures hand, another scream came out. Repeatedly, stabbing at the creature, rose-red blood flowed from the creatures hand, bits of flesh and skin flowing in the now red waters. Denser made sure this would be the last stab, and that the creature would die. He stabbed the creature where he prayed his heart was. Slowly, one single drop of blood trickled down from the creatureâ??s chest, and his grip on Denser loosened as he sunk to the bottom of the pond, the unsatisfied light eaters chasing after the corpse. Denser looked up, heart pounding in his chest, lungs collapsing inwards, he could faintly see the waters above him.
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