Begone…
The word floated past Godric. More echoed in the surrounding darkness, but he couldn’t make sense of them. They were such a long way away, and the effort was too much.
He was tired. So tired.
Begone, now!
Odd that he could feel the words, not just hear them. They reverberated through him like a hammer striking a stone. He didn’t know where he was, but he felt comforted by the voice, despite its stern and commanding tone. He had been alone for a long time. It was good to have company.
The thought brought sadness. Where was he, anyway? His brain felt stuffed with wool. He couldn’t make sense of anything.
There. Ahead, a light. So far away, he wondered if he was imagining it. But no, it got closer; the words getting louder as it approached. Which was weird, wasn’t it? He tried
