Knights Against the Night Part 33

Mars had been in a mad panic for the first few minutes after Beano left, before sinking into a dark depression.

Nothing mattered.

Beano had abandoned him.

Beano was gone.

He stared at the wall blankly.

Why would Beano do that?

He was gone.

His thoughts circled, treading the same pathways again and again.

He sank to the floor, curling in on himself, he could almost feel the dark  seeping in.

Beano was gone.

He didn't know how long he sat there.

The sun came and went.

Someone knocked at his door.

They went away eventually.

Beano hadn't taken any of his stuff.

The door opened, and Mars jerked up.

There was a mouse in the doorway.

Beano?

No. Beano was gone.

Mars let his head fall.

"Mars?" It even sounded like Beano.

Something touched him, but he didn't respond.

"Mars, stop playing around!" Still sounded like Beano. Beano was gone.

A small paw pushed his head up, and forced him to see, forced him to look into it's eyes.

"Go 'way." Mars muttered.

"No," Beano said, but it couldn't be Beano. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Giving up." Mars replied.

"Why? Why would you do such a thing?"

"Beano left."

The mouse that couldn't be Beano sighed. "I'm sorry buddy,  I thought..."

The mouse hugged him.

"Go 'way" Mars muttered.

The false Beano pulled back. "You don't believe it's really me, do you?" The mouse flicked his wrist and drew out his sword.

It was pitch black, but there was a flicker of light, a pulse that came and went.

Mars stared at it.

"You aren't..."

"The kid wrote me a letter."