[Another margin note, the pen pressed a little harder than it needed to have been.
'Where is my sword???'
If he was going to be trapped in this witchcraft-filled place, he should at least have been allowed to keep his sword. On point of honour if nothing else!
Frustration, confusion, restlessness, worry, agitation. And that's the short version of "emotions running through Horatio's mind" right now.
But then. But then he hears his name. Not only that, no. He hears him say his name. Three years or three hundred, he knows that voice. But it's not possible. No matter what this "guide" says. It's not possible. He freezes at the sound, pen suddenly stopping.
Slowly, slowly... he looks over his shoulder. And stares.]
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'Where is my sword???'
If he was going to be trapped in this witchcraft-filled place, he should at least have been allowed to keep his sword. On point of honour if nothing else!
Frustration, confusion, restlessness, worry, agitation. And that's the short version of "emotions running through Horatio's mind" right now.
But then. But then he hears his name. Not only that, no. He hears him say his name. Three years or three hundred, he knows that voice. But it's not possible. No matter what this "guide" says. It's not possible. He freezes at the sound, pen suddenly stopping.
Slowly, slowly... he looks over his shoulder. And stares.]