eight weeks.... or was it eight years?
I've been here for way to long.
It was ______ kid wasn't it, why I'm trapped in this library study room thing it feels as if my body is being crushed by whatever is holding me here it makes my head hurt just thinking about it.
Soon loud foot steps and muffled voices could been heard it was agony this noise made Xiao Huoyan want to bash his head in the steps soon got closer and the voices clearer, it seemed to be juniors looking for something. They had to at least be sixteen or seventeen, Then screaming seemed to be the new topic for the children Xiao Huoyan could feel the migraine that was about to form, he wished that the celling would just cave in and crush them into nothing but a blood stain on the ground that would be the only thing to make this night better. even thought he couldn't tell if it was night or day.
"I told you this would be a bad idea!" the voice was panicked and loud probably because they weren't suppose to be there.
"It's fine don't be a Pussy" this voice seemed to be more of a confident dickhead and probably the one that came up with this stupid idea.
Xiao Huoyan didn't exactly know the idea but it was bound to be dumb if these kids were doing it they moved in a direction that made Xiao Huoyan assume that they were right in front of him then they started blabbering again.
"Do you think this it it?"
"Of course it is what else would a flute look like"
"I-I know what a flute looks like I'm j-just saying what if it the wrong thing"
"With this amount of demonic energy it has to be it alright"
"So stop worrying you baby"
A small crack appeared in front of Xiao Huoyan light seeping in it was enchanting pulling him forward.
The poor juniors on the other side were traumatized not one of the best days to see a dark hand stretched out right in your face in a flash they were running like headless chickens also giving Xiao Huoyan more space to step out.
It was freezing Xiao Huoyan felt that his body would just collapse but he kept his composure and stayed upward keeping his balance he took in the scene in front of him, his previous statement seeming to be accurate books, various artifacts, and scrolls were everywhere he looked down to see that he wasn't clothed thankfully nobody was there and his hair was long enough to cover his ass.
There just so happened to be a small sheet that was placed over to the side something was better than nothing, a flute remained on the ground as well Xiao Huoyan placed it in his hands he could feel the violence and hatred that lingered with it.
foot prints which he could only assume came from the juniors, he followed them because what else was he suppose to do. Looking at the prints more closely they had a black substance similar to what Xiao Huoyan had on his hands he continued walking and walking and walking annoyance stated to creep up on his face until finally he stopped at a door, the door had some sort of seal to it but it was broken there where various patterns of flowers but one stood out the most it was a beautiful peony the color was vibrant blue with lighter accents of teal it made Xiao Huoyan captivated by its looks.
Xiao Huoyan chest became tight and he couldn't help but feel saddened by this beautiful peony.
Pushing open the door the bright sun casted over Xiao Huoyan face, the light piecing Xiao Huoyan squinted wrapping the sheet a little tighter around himself. Walking forward a garden was then placed into view sorrowed by the same peony's on the door, each step that Xiao Huoyan took it felt like eyes burning into his back made Xiao Huoyan start to sweat.
The sound of a stream pulled him out of that uneasiness that lingered. Stepping closer he could see a pale face staring back at him. Eyes, purple colored like orchids with white hair casketed down the shape of his face over his shoulder blades a mark centered in the middle of his chest further up a stream of sigils around his neck.
Xiao Huoyan grazed the sigils with his finger tips.