Mistica Chronicles


Welcome to Issue 66

Lusium Winning Entry

Lanterns laced the streets, playful lights hung gently from poles to keep visitors from getting lost in the dark. It felt like people were staring at me, but I didn't care. After all, It was Lanturnacht. I could just be wearing a costume couldn't I? Fins tapped the ground lightly, pushing my forward on the hard ground, my friend had tried to lift me up, but I only pushed them away. I now moved alone. The mist clouded my vision, my eyes hurt, all of them. Rocks had slipped through the holes in my fins, only keeping me further back. Everyone had long since disappeared from around me, even my best friend. I told them to go ahead, that I would join them soon. I could feel a gaze on my back, and could hear the dark murmurings of something. I wasn't afraid... But I should have been. It was over before I could even call out for anyone. A flash of mist shot around me, something cannoning into my side. I was out of breath. Pain tore through my side as I hit a rock, eyes clenched shut to keep blood from entering them. I knew I was endangering myself, but no more pain came. Something touched me... When I opened my eyes, all I saw was a jinx, looking at me with concern... I had to tell them I was alright, even when my other friends could clearly tell I wasn't. After all, my makeup wasn't makeup any more... Don't go walking alone in the graveyard at night. I never saw what it was that attacked me, but I've not seen my Stignightus friend since that fateful night. Could it have been her?