My storY Part 6

" This day's black fate on more days doth depend. This but begins the woe others must end."

He spoke quietly, his hand still lingered on my hair. My face felt cold against his ring on his middle finger. I examined it and realised that I'd read about it while working on a history essay for Mr Benette. It was a sacred item from the early 18 centuries. It must have been a hand-me-down item. He moved his hands to cup my face and I wasn't surprised that his hand was colder. It froze my skin upon each touch and I shivered unwillingly. Staring into my eyes, I had a feeling that he was reading my mind but he couldn't. The pain and the confusion surfaced when he let go of my face. I wanted to ask him who he was but he shifted so fast that my hands were still hanging in mid-air. He stood very still in front of me and was in deep thoughts. Finally after a few minutes, he turned to face me.

" The danger is gone. You will forget everything I've said and you will forget me. Now be gone. And be safe."

His last words lingered inside my ears and everything went black.

To be continued...