18: Nol

I can hear her sweet whispers beyond that door.

The sweet, honey-dripped words tangled around his mind. They tugged him closer, but he restrained himself. Yet, with each passing day, her siren voice continues to call to him and each passing day he felt himself yearning to go to her. Zalakai's warnings continue to haunt him, but her voice would mute him out. Just how much longer should he torture himself?

Nol...

There she was again. Calling his name like a long-lost lover. Even now, as he stared at the door, tied down by golden chains, he felt her. Trapped. Vulnerable. Hungry. All he had to do was reach out to it and the door would open from his touch. He and Zalakai were the only ones who had access to her prison. He was trusted with the power to hide her away. But the longer he stood there, the longer he questioned his loyalty.

Nol...

"You cannot sway me, Witch." Nol retorted, angry with himself at the tremble in his voice. There was a low, soft chuckle from within.

Come to me..