The lingerie was kinda uncomfortable, but it looked very pretty on his pale skin. Although he had no breasts, it still managed to fit on him. When he's wearing this, he looks very much like a girl.
Sil grabbed the woman's clothes and shoved them underneath the bed. He didn't ever want to see them again.
He changed back to his only robe pajama's and used a block of wood, and a table to block the door. Hehe, take that Faultia.
The bed was a simple red and white bed, but it had more style in it compared to the other pieces of furniture. It was very comfortable too, so he went to sleep quickly.
...
Sil heard panting. It was rugged and hard. He opened his eyes and saw a forest. He at first panicked, but then remembered that this was what would happen in the future. He looked around and saw a handsome man with sharp features.
Even though he had long hair, he did not have a trace a femininity in him. If Sil and this guy had to compare in looks, Sil would lose in a landslide. (Kist is talking about the old Sil. Like before he died.)
Sil was kinda jealous, but he watched on.
A man appeared from the bushes. "Oh unexpected, the great Conjura of the North fell to this degree." He leaned down to the panting man, and smiled.
"You..." The panting man chuckled. "I should I have expected that you would betray me, Oliver." He smirked. "I regret saving you that day, if I'd known you'd be a scum...I would have let you to rot long ago."
"Well..it's to late to say things like that." The man, supposingly Oliver, reached down and put the Conjura guy's hair to his nose. "Truly such a beauty, too bad it will have to be wasted."
"..I'm amazed, I didn't expect you to like men."
"Well, it's only you who's the exception."
"Disgusting."
"I know." He dropped Conjura's hair and a sword appeared. "I hope you don't suffer in the afterlife too much." He stabbed the sword deeply into the man's chest.
Conjura coughed up blood.
"Goodbye, Ornon." The man pulled out the sword and disappeared. Sil thought the man was dead, and was horrified.
"Oh my gosh..." He backed away. He noticed the man was still breathing whatsoever, so he waited.
The night ended and it became early morning. As Sil was looking around in boredom, he saw a small hill that had a lot of flowers on it. He walked over and when he went on the hill, he saw a house not too far away...
And it looked like....the house he was staying in....
"SHIT!" He turned back to man, to see his last breath. A dark gloom appeared and the plants around this Ornon/Conjura dude started to wither. It spread quickly and for a distance, all the plants turned black.
Sil saw black.
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He stood up panting on his bed. His heart was racing, and he hurriedly looked outside...The plants were still green, and everything was normal. He sighed in relief, but he gathered his thoughts.
"What was all of that stuff?..." Sil knew it was in the future, but he didn't know when...
Sil sighed and got the bell, he rung it a few times and a full breakfast meal popped up. He got ready for a guest...just in case.
....
A few weeks later, nothing still hasn't happened. He had no dreams of the future too, so he was stumped. As he was walking idly around one day, he decided to check the spot where the man was once again.
As he was walking over the hill, he saw blood on the grass. He froze. He slowly looked up and..yup, the man's finally here. Sil could tell that the man was probably important, and Sil...he just wants to be vain.
He hid his shock and walked towards the man. His shadow seemed to wake up the man. The man/Ornon/Conjura guy somehow pinned him to the ground. Sil panicked when Ornon's blood went on him.
"Are you here to finish me off?...Well too bad, you'll be the last person I kill before I die." The man used his bloody hands to reach for Sil's neck.
Sil was freaking out big time, but his vainness overcame it. He was as cool as a cucumber..that's how you say it....right?
"I don't want to kill you, I have no interest whatsoever to harm you. Rather the opposite. My home is near here and if you die, the plants will wither and i'll be the one suffering." He avoided the man's hands.
The man paused. "Wow, I almost actually believed you for a second...Tell me, if you had no interest in hurting me, how did you know once I die the plants would wither? Hah, only a handful of people know about my constitution." The man whispered in his ear.
"..Just pass out already so I can treat you." Sil tried to have a straight face.
"No thanks." The man successfully grabbed Sil's neck and started squeezing. Much to Sil's relief though, the man had no energy to continue. Sil broke out from under the man and stood up.
He dusted himself off. "How troublesome, now I have to take a shower before a go to sleep." The man fainted. Ah, he was planning to say some more...eh it was okay.
Sil managed to hoist him on his shoulder, and almost immediately fell down to the weight. He cursed his weak body. Eventually, bit by bit, he managed to get the man to his house. He put him on a soft sofa like furniture, and got the silver bell.