Monster's Curse

Tame backed away from her and turned to the rest of the wasteland. He reached out in front of him and suddenly found he touched stone. Cold stone. He took a step back as the illusion slowly broke and inch by inch the room revealed itself.

It was an ornate room covered in frost. The canopy bed had long ago lost its top and only had four broken rods to show the fact that it once had been of regal nature. Much of the room was like this with the moth eaten bookshelves that took up three thirds of the walls, a dresser that held the remains of silk dresses, and even the being who now sat on the bed with tears in her eyes.

Twilight rubbed one with a hand covered in black silk. For a moment his vision could see through both the silk and hand to even the wall behind her. She soon reformed to a more solid state where he could take in the breathtaking beauty of the phantom. Her large bust was now kept in a black gown that touched to the floor and stopped just over her chest.. It was of a gothic style with slight frills and ruffles and red lace accenting parts. A dress for a time long past. Her time.

“Are you a necromancer?”

She shook her head and he heard a quiet sob. “No. I am known as a wraith, and have been confined to this room for what feels as though an eternity while looking for a champion.” Twilight paused and then glared at him. “Though you have the heart of one by saving me, you rejected me, even before this.... hideous form.” Her arms wrapped around herself and Tame couldn’t help, but feel bad. “Because of this you cannot be my champion.”

He pushed away the feeling as his chest reminded him that he was there for a reason and that she was still a monster. “I’m sorry for your entrapment, but I would rather not stay trapped as well.” Trap opened up his shirt to reveal the large golden circle on his chest. “I believe I need a monster’s power to find my freedom and I still passed your test. I deserve some sort of reward for that, correct?”

Minutes ticked by as Twilight stayed silent. Tame could feel the air getting colder with each passing moment. The waiting was almost crushing him, forcing his breaths to become shorter and shorter as he thought of all she could do in retaliation to being outwitted. He flinched as her hand came up.

“Augh!” Twilight closed her eyes to the pain and felt some of herself leave her being. It hurt, it hurt so badly to do this, but the ancient rules demanded this of her. Slowly her hand came away from her chest where it had plunged into as it now held a golden heart. “Take it, and leave.”

Tame looked down upon it and nodded. He reached out to the tiny, beating, glowing heart and admired its soft light for a moment. It only beat one more time in his palm though before cracking. The crack grew and ran along the center of the heart before it cracked open. A small spirit raised from the object and wailed in pain and sadness before diving into his chestplate.

Fire flooded Tame’s veins and for a moment he thought he had been tricked once more. The pain vanished just as quickly as it had come though, and looking up caused him to notice that Twilight was no longer there. He stood slowly and reached for the door. Frost still clung to it, but an easy turn of the knob and he was allowed past. While touching the plate and feeling a new warmth from it, Tame sighed in relief of having made it through.

The door slowly closed behind him as a ghostly tear ran down and froze on a transparent, purple

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