Your steps echo on the stone floor as you entered the old mansion, noting the beautiful paintings on the walls. Paintings of life, and death, war, and peace, which were both entrancing and terrifying.

Your breath come in short gasps as you had just been running a long distance, and you try to slow it down, trying to relax. However, the eerie environment of the castle like home makes it difficult, and you find yourself glancing behind your back every few seconds, afraid something would appear.

The reason you were running, keeps you listening for footsteps, truly paranoid to your core. This is true fear. That they would find you. And catch you. Taking your power.

Then you hear it. Step. Step. Step.

Whirling around, your heart seems to stop as you see him at the entrance of the wooden door. You don't have time to lose, and you whisper hoarsely, "Forget." his eyes, which were confident, glaze over, and you don't take chances and run as quietly as possible, leaving the hallway which you were in.

Pushing on the first door you come to, you step in, closing it as quietly as you can, even though it lets out a few squeaks and groans, making you wince.

Turning around, your eyes adjust to the dark room, and you study it. You freeze when you see a man sitting at a desk, his quill scratching on a parchment paper.

It seems he hasn't hear you, so you turn around again to leave, but find your body frozen unwillingly. The same thing that you can do to others. You realize, this is one like you. Similar abilities.

But he didn't say a word? He didn't say, "Stop," or "Freeze," or anything. Which means his power is way beyond your own. This scares you. This means he is an Elder.

"Hello, there." he stands up, turning around. A hood covers his face, but not for long as he casually flicks it back.

A wrinkled face is revealed, with a short grey and white beard that reveals his age. His icy blue eyes seem to twinkle, and you feel yourself inclined to trust him.

But can you? You are unsure, but at this point, you don't really have a choice; whether to run or to stay.

"I can see you are afraid. And are being hunted." he comments information casually, which makes you a bit uneasy. How did he know that?

"You wonder how I know this?" He questions, raising his eyebrows just a hair. You plead to yourself that that was just a lucky guess, but remain silent.

"I'll tell you. It's not very hard to read wanted posters." he stands still, not even his eyes moving, "And it's also not very hard to see when many people suddenly show up at your house."

Hello again! This was a sprompt I did while watching a live NaNo writing prep event thingy. The prompt was to change POVs, and do something different thank you usually do. I typically write in first or third, so I tried second, and actually really enjoyed writing this!

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