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His fingers wove through his hair, clenching at the thick black strands. A lithesome sound danced at the edge of his hearing.
“Go away.” The guttural noise of his own voice, no more than an animals growl, twisted in his ears. He sank to the floor, the corners of the wall hugging him close on each side.
“Master?”
Adaris flinched away.
“Please, Master. You must eat,” Quartz said.
A granite hand touched Adaris's and he slammed against the wall, jerking his head upwards as his eyes flashed deep crimson.
Quartz, a crumbling man made of stone, starred at him with frozen, emotionless eyes. “What...what is happening to you?”
“I...I don't know,” Adarius whispered through clenched teeth.
The voice that danced at the edge of his hearing swelled, echoing throughout the castle.
“A beast within, now without, suffer for what you've done to me you dastardly Prince...”
Dead silence followed the words. He thought they had been finished with the foul thing.
But he'd never be done of it.
The Rose...” 
 




     The ground surrounding him hummed with vibrations. Within his deep sleep he felt the shift of the earth, heard the soft murmur of voices come to gawk at his grave. The thorn tree had grown monstrous; the root that pierced his chest, and pinned him in place had tripled in width and continually grew. With each passing year his longevity stretched out before him, taunting him. In the early days, people feared coming to his burial site, but as time went on. And it went on, more and more people came.
     The voices grew until he heard them echo through the roots of the tree. Feminine laughter. The sound was sweet at first. Then soured and churned within him, reminding him of the laughter of another woman; one long buried.
     Like him, but dead.
     Above the voices changed. Laughter turned distressed as deeper, cruder ones joined. The earth shook with a thump, followed by a broken scream.
     A long forgotten pungent smell washed over him, and he groaned as the blood soaked into the soil, bleeding into the earth until it finally touched his lips. Power rushed through him and the tree pinning him to the ground shook and splintered.