Gods 4

Zero
I punch at the walls as the blood rises over my waist; I look for a way to escape but the room has no entrances. I dive beneath the thick liquid and keep looking, by the time I rise out; the blood is almost to the ceiling. The room I’m in is so small I can touch the four rough walls by stretching out my hands, the smell of blood is stopped by my head getting buried under the red. I panic, quickly losing air, my surroundings shimmer between the room and a forest.

The mall room vanishes and I lay on the forest floor, I cough but no liquid comes out, as if nonexistent. And old man shakes me “The power is too strong and hard to control, let’s stick to smaller things” he says pointing to a dead flower. I stand and stare at the shriveled up petals, hey shimmer and where the dead flower once stood was now three young red roses. A woman joins the man with her mouth open “How did you... who are you?” she stutters out “I can make illusions, call me… the shadow”

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