Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2018 11:33:23 GMT
”I faced death, I was death, I beat death
The old gods are dead, the stars are burning, all in the name of greatness.
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The nightmares had been getting worse for him every night and he had even slept walk one night to the Shrieking Shack. This must be a side effect of the curse being broken he chalked it up to not wanting to believe anything else. He had searched through everything he could find and still knew nothing more about the curse except for some history on the people who made it. The book he ha gotten from the tomb and was the translating was proven to be more difficult a task for him than he previously thought. He had never had such a hard time translating ancient Egyptian that the way they wrote the text it was almost like it wasn’t Egyptian when it was. Either way it was frustrating not knowing what was truly going on him with himself and not being able to find anything out and just get blocked every turn it seemed. What if this was the start of the curse coming back? Nightmares would turn to visions and sleep walking would turn to deadly acts of violence in his sleep. No, he could not think like that he shook his head as he headed into Whimsical Valley on an April afternoon hoping to discover someone in the shop he was planning to visit.
He needed something to help him sleep peacefully and help ease nightmares, even sleepwalking. Going to St. Mungos was out of the question if he did he was sure it would get back to his family somehow and they would just overreact as well as St. Mungos would. He approached the shop called Elixirium that was a high-end potions shop and he was sure they would have something to help him hopefully. He walked into the shop and looked around quickly before looking at the counter seeing no one. ”Hello anyone here?” he called out as he waited for one to answer. The scars of the curse he suffered stood out plainly as they wrapped around his neck, torso, and even up to his face going near his eyes. Nothing he had used had gotten rid of them or helped them appear fainter, they were truly part of a very powerful dark curse.
