Chronicles Of Arth: Prince Of Shadows - Chapter 245

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This book ain’t dead yet. Enjoy.

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Arth was floating in a dark space.

He was swirling, swimming, jumping, and flying. However, nothing he tried seemed to be able to get him out.

His loved ones.

His dreams.

His duties.

Nothing held him down.

So he floated down and up the inky river.

He could feel his stomach growl but did not feel the d.e.s.i.r.e to eat.

He felt the smooth touch of his pen sliding across his paper.

He felt the warm touch of the people around him.

If there was anything he would do, it was his duty.

He could vaguely remember what he had to do for which class. He remembered what he had to do during a certain class.

He could see, yet was blind.

He could hear, yet only remembered silence.

He could touch but not feel.

He was alone.

Arth closed his eyes.

It didn’t matter whether or not he opened or closed them.

He only saw the inky blackness.

But for some reason, today was different.

He could smell something that was alien yet familiar.

Like a dream that one had as a child coming back years later in a bed after waking up from a nightmare.

Like an old friend who moved away to a different country and seeing him ten years later.

He was approaching an old friend but who?

Arth opened his eyes and only say darkness reflecting on each side.

He sighed.

What did he expect, it wasn’t as if anything would change. However, the scent grew stronger and stronger when Arth heard a faint voice.

He could finally hear.

Arth frowned and strained his ears to make out the words clearer.

It was a very familiar voice, one that he had heard many times before.

As the smell got stronger and stronger, so did the voice.

“Wake up Arth.”

He knew this voice. He was absolute sure now. But who?

“No more sleeping Arth. You need to wake up.”

Arth strained his eyes and tried to find the source of the voice but failed.

Suddenly, Arth felt warmth on his face.

He could feel.

How strange. What exactly was this object?

“Here you go. Eat up.”

Arth unconsciously opened his mouth and gave a start.

This taste. . . . It was a very familiar taste. A very welcome taste.

Before he knew it, tears started to stream down his face.

For the first time in a while, Arth could see.

The darkness started to illuminate and Arth was able to make out clear figures.

Shapes and colors, space and depth.

However, there was one thing that Arth could never forget.