No words came out of Elijah's mouth as he watched the white mist changing shapes in front of him. His first thought was to shift into an animal and escape, but some sort of energy kept him rooted in his place. He couldn't move his feet though all he wanted to do was run from there.
"During the great war," The voice began taking Elijah in pure shock. He looked around, searching for the source of that voice, only to realise that it came from that white mysterious mist.
"They refused to play any role. But there was one who broke every rule and norm, pushing the entire family in the pits of fear. Fear of a curse."
That voice sounded strange. Elijah had never heard anything like that before. He didn't understand who that voice was referring to. But he didn't dare to interrupt and listened carefully.
"A curse of darkness and light. They always eliminated the darkness before it grew and raised its head. But this time... they failed.
