I GAZED AHEAD into the shadowy darkness, with just a measurable amount of moon light railing in, through the light curtains allowing me to see very faint forms of everything now seeming disproportional and outlined in peculiar looking shapes and figures, if you'd fix your gaze at anything you'd mistaken it for something unsightly, half blinded by the darkness. I could see it. . . Prowling at me. As if already making a measure of what next I was to say.

  I felt like time had slowed down to a feather blown out into the warm winds then pulled down by gravity to settle on the ground, the air had felt lighter and intoxicated with hazy emotions, muted staid silence cut through it, the feeling of being lost collided with the feeling of being utterly confused and shocked all in deluged inside my head. My gaze was still quite stuck on it, it's eyes astoundingly, glittered like curium underneath bushy thick dark eyebrows.

  I delved into it's eyes, that were unrolled with verisimilitude, could I consider the verity of it's words again.

  It's so good at seeming honest and appearing trustworthy, that it's fabrications would be elusive, I knew it's plausibly tone was it's motive to get me twisted in all this, to a reason I wasn't still clear on.

  I interrogated myself almost the same question. Layered out in more than one unwieldy way.

  Tens and hundreds of them bombarded in my head.

  I was just as unfamiliar with it's context as attending high school for the time.

  ''How do you know?''

  I guessed I wanted to know just why me. And Perhaps that was my demerit, I wasn't proud of saying or thinking, or speculating it but 'It was to be able to consider the words of an enigma manipulator. ' After this time, I began to wonder was I one?

  It narrowed it's gaze, the gap between it's almost unibrow declined, fractured into an arrogant right brow. ''Percisely whar?'' It asked, placing it's arms into a fold on it's chest.

  ''The precise words of the spell?'' I started.

  It soaked in breath, as it's chest grew big, and it expelled the air out, irk had twisted on it's features, cut through frowning, it rested it's paws on either sides of it's thighs.

  ''Every night, durin' fall, numbers of men and women, includin' young wons, disappeared from the face of the land, in thar particular village, in Jaydenfyl, leavin' behind nofing but ash, though they were burnt to ashes, inside their Respective homes, thar bubble head, was found thar only happened to all whom did an act of participation and watched.''

  It spattered out the word As if it were dirtying it's mouth by playing with such a word.

  ''Later thar year, A boy of House Herdford, whom had managed to speak to won of Blac~Beaded~ Scarletts', of the Capital during their visit to capture any more, Red dark magic practitioners, informed 'em, a lead on won of the secret hide~ out locations.''

  ''Who was the boy? Why'd he tell on them?'' I asked.

  It expelled out air, in a dragging manner, cutting it's tiny lips into a distasteful frown, now taking interest at picking it's nails, lifting it's gaze now at me, nonchalantly.

  ''Did you know, thar ask at times the most irrelevant questions.'' It uttered in nothing but the calmness of the passing clouds on a crispy hot summer noon. ''The boy, you demand to know.'' It stop to squint, reining its gaze up and down my facial features, requisiting; I mirrored its expression, dropping my head, my glaring dark eyes, upper laid my thick frowned brows all fixed in it's eyes, as my lips drew a thin line, with that its lips made the slightest cut, and it smirked, which rearranged it's features, to vanity and pleasure, as though it was amused by my glaring.

  ''He is of unimportance, whar difference will it make to you, wonce you know his family was executed by the cult for takin' the High court's side and makin' it their obligation to report any of 'em?'' It's voice decreased to the amount of a whisper. ''Just tell me whar?''

  ''Just curious, I'm really fond of details, I'm really much of a-"

  ''A sophist.'' It interrupted my sentence, almost immediately.

  ''Not much, yours could be you referring to yourself.'' I folded my arms, fracturing my framed hostile gaze, into a rather cocky one. ''I was going to say a meticulous character.'' I finished.

  It muttered something so low, I barely heard, but I knew it was yet another insult, bluntly to hurt me.

  ''I really have no problem weve you actin' maudin, believe I, I have only dealt weve this won too many times.'' It's brows arched up, and it made a shrewd face.

  ''I-" I wanted to speak but it deliberately rose it's voice to shut me up.

  "They considered the boy's information, but decided to take action two moons passed, thar day, a handful of 'em travelled off to Herdford to cease them on durin' the nightfall, they managed to kill at least three scores of 'em and captured won, who was blatantly done to unspeakable fings, all to get out if they were in fact behind the deafs of those some whar ''

  There again it spattered at those words, almost as if gainsaying that No one was found with innocence. Everyone was condemned, infused with everything as ugly as sin.

  ''The boy caught who was about a hundred and thirty summers old.'' I knew it deliberately specified on his age to mock me. ''Confessed and told 'em just whar they did. The day after, a execution trail was announced to the villagers of Herdford. Nextly, as quick as a heart beat, the court had called in the deaf penalty, regardless of whether or not he was guilty, or , whether he took part or not. As anofer example, now performed in the primary source. Herdford, is believed to be the most invested of depravity. Bidden he was obliged to admit his crime, judge his own actions and confessed out the crimes committed by him and band's, then forth to accept deaf, as his suitable punishment. And since the region prides themselves of righteous convictions, he was to ask for forgiveness for him and his band's doin' and ask from the Creator of peace and virtue, Lihllah to have mercy on him, all done infront of the pitying crowd of his birth home.''

  ''Did he escape? He was a wizard right didn't he find some sort of way out?'' They simply slipped out of my mouth unintended.

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  That was all my mind rang with, wishing to hear Coiled around my insides like rust on metal. I hated to act engaged in it's stories and act attentive but I failed to hide any of it from it, I was unable to understand why I took interest in it's surrealism, I only hoped the reason wasn't one I thought I desired most.

  It buried it's head low, shaking it. ''No lad.'' It's voice was dry and traced with grim. ''He died. Decapitated. Won fing you ought to know is thar, fings are far much more different from the time your Grandfather was there. Rules are different, the law it painfully harsh and indifferent, like countless strokes to the back. You break it, you meet your end.'' It cocked it's right brow and rubbed at it's chin, it halted then continued, gazing me, in one of it's calculating glances, as if trying to understand something about me, something that perplexed it.

  Looming at me as if I was just as uncanny as it was, perhaps even more so, I won't lie I was fazed by this gesture, and I asked silently with my features, throwing my brows up, pressing a line on my lips, it was to imply.

  ''I'm tryin' to wrap my head on whar are you?'' It's finger rose, circulating it in my direction, at all of me.

  ''What?'' I furrowed, leaning forward and rubbing my temples, I knew it was something in those lines I just didn't anticipate that direct question. ''What do you mean what am I?''

  ''You possess the sight of khorrdon.'' It replied, almost mirroring it's expressions.

  ''Which is?'' I cocked my right brow. Now letting my folded arms relax on my chest.

  ''The first Vordric was born in Darwix, a famous little idiom, they say, 'Vwhich is their mother tongue, language an old broken won, now replaced by in translation is, 'The sight of two in won' meaning 'Won weve the true sight to see a world won has never set a foot on, tell the tales of it, hold visions of it's kind, know it's past, present and future, legends and old creatures all weve the sight of anofer who inhabits thar world,

  ''Darwix?'' I questioned.

  ''Affirmative, mate, won of the first Son's way back in the second age of existence, the very first Vodric to have lived. He saw right into the eyes of an Arviyehian, by this time he only thought of the occurrence as just meaningless dreams; the dreamin' of a constant life of scences thar were happenin' in Arviyeh, particularly he dreamt of the most divine woman.

  He also dreamt of a n. Actually he described her of being the most glorious woman he had ever seen, fancied her, so much he wanted to find a way for them to be United. Weve all the times and interactions they had, he managed to, discover she came from the won place, he hated, he ended up murderin' her, as he thought she used evil magic to use him, and seein' she was just a commoner they let him have her.

  ''Right before she was butchered, she bore him a son, I'd rather not say it was eccentric but really of no surprise, he's son experienced the same fit this time, a boy of Syphus. He on the ofer hand, always remembered whar cruelty had been wrongly done to his mother thar he decided to use this gift in a more politic way and learnt more about it, discoverin' it was nofing of wrong but a glorious gift from the Creators, the clever little fellow, told it to his father, and had convinced his dafty father to declare it first as the gift blessed at first hand to his father, and name it after him. The sight you and her share, the '

  My mouth open to say something but then shut, my arms unfolded, with a finger risen to point out something but it ended up settling back in my coiled fist. I ended up blinking, back to myself, running through my thoughts to process what it just explained, toting my hands infront of me and rubbing at my temples.

  ''Your conclusion is that I Alwyn from not a part of your triangle-"

  ''Ring of circles.'' It corrected, calmly.

  ''What I said. Is a Vordric and I see what I see because of her, my , the girl, we share the Sight of Horrdon?'' I put emphasis on the words, deliberately, recapitulating it's words but faulting.

  It narrowed it's strategized gaze at me giving me that look it had of '

  Something seemed to tighten around it's cheeks, as it glared at me. It's gaze of promised violence and murk, was like if it could, send out blades to slice out my tongue, so I would never be able to speak. ''Share- Mate, sight of khorrdon.'' It sharpened it's tongue in the words. ''I know It's all hard to believe even for me, I doubt your capability of such every time.''

  And score one for the real life animated rabbit. My left eye narrowed, before I crossed thoughts of whether or ' it was deaf, unable to hear the words that came out of it's mouth? Now I knew it was just indifferent, callous and manipulative.

  It's stance shifted off to a more ponderous and disparaging. Half eyes, and smudged lips to a part.

  ''Now it all comes down to whar you are.''

  I didn't wish to speak to it any more, then again I didn't want it to know that it was easy for it to get under my skin, so I did speak more of gestured.

  ' Was my highly noticeable expression.

  ''You are gifted weve an inbility, like a few back in Ilandia.'' It squinted at me again. ''Particularly the Redtyls and Silvertyls have such inbilities.'' It drawled staring at my hair, then back in my face, it's gaze rounding at my cheeks, then fell to my arms.

  It arced a high left brow.

  ''What are you thinking, what's this about now?'' My words were as salty as a sea, scowling at it because I had two choices- options laid in front of me.

  One. To find a way to tolerate it and actually likecorrection put up with it.

  Two. To find a way to get rid of it and remember it as the pain in my ass.

  Love the second. And I wanted to go through with it.

  ''Lad. I say, in Ilandia and all the ofer realms we have a- a- a'' it's like it's words failed it, recommencing the beat of it's foot, this time on my sheet, I supposed it hoped for the word to sort out.

  ''Term?'' I suggested, raising my brows, casually staring at it, folding my arms to my chest once again. It wasn't to help it, it was merely done to stop that irksome foot beat.

  Thankfully it did. ''Close enough.'' It didn't seem to appreciate any of it. ''A in which we distinguish beings weve inbilities. They're Seven ranges for which we will only discuss about the now existin' six in Ilandia, from the most to the most and .

  ''are the most common, they possess inbilities such as enchantment and at least won of the from the pillar of twenty, they have sustainability higher than any won, like beasts they can go for days weve out ever tiring out. Hence why most of 'em have been privileged weve jobs in the famous mine thar rains weve IN Alimond IN the south~ east of Ilandia transported all the way to the wealthy Ells, to which the place it populated weve 'em.

  ''Second common link would be the Jadetyls, gifted of the ', in terms healin', a few range of 'em live in the West, in Jaydenfyl.

  ''We have Ambertyls, thrid common, they embody gifts like speed, and the palate to tell the truth in your emotions, as though they can taste 'em. I wonce had a friend an Ambertyl, a spankin' man but-" It soughed. ''Hubris, he thought any fin'.'' It looked at the curtains, and for a second I saw the glow in it's eyes waver, it's eyes were like glowing purple lights, in the dark, you could see them perfectly clearly. Huge, and round and filled with sadness, but only for a second before they switched back into their tight fit, and they were once again filled with purple flaming furry, it's gaze travelled back to me as it sharpened it and I was almost startled.

  It was as if it's eyes were in flames; straites of burning red coal, that brimmed behind a blue fog of grey rain on grimy dusky evening, entwined together to create a deadly deep storm of firy violet; cruel and inhuman.

  I couldn't focus on anything but it's eyes, that told a story of pain and severe trauma, that I hadn't notice it start talking again.

  '' - the bar goes high, the Redtyls get on the deadly plane, they comprise of vodrics, blessed cut keen sight; sight to see of whar lurks in the shadows beyond the day, and into the darkness of the night, blendin' in weve the environment, designin' their bodies to hide in folds of it and appear unseen before the naked eye, and the sense to trace out which wons have been gifted of inbilities.

  ''The general changed the system of knights, expulsed all the previous knights of King Lordys' reign and sent out the High name of the Knights of the Capital into oblivion and cast his own.''

  Familiar. Almost sounded like someone I knew.

  ''Called them the Blac Beaded Scarlett Knights of Ilandia. You could only be a knight if you were born a a lucky bastard born an l as well, However the majority are the Redtyls and a measurable amount of Ambertyls.''

  ''Why?''

  ''I'll let you answer yourself after I tell ey this, the furferst link, reserves the title of the beings, whom are the deadlies and presently scarce. They're called the and the they. Are. The definition of whar a Man or Woman, in the distinctive~ focused structures of thar could be he or she if a was no longer to only take the form of a

  ''And Is that why they are scarce?'' I cocked my head to a right angle, yawning, raising my eyebrows and throwing my hands at the back of my neck, relaxing myself back on my headboard.

  ''They are scarce now because the general made it to the High court of Ilandia to wipe them all out of existence, because of they're calamitous gifts. They have been hunted down, decapitated, mutilated, any fing your mind can fink of slaughter, by those Blac~ Beaded~ Scarlett knights, it is just as forbidden for a or to live just as it is for Red Dark magic practice.''

  ''And what you're saying is that I could either be a or a ?''

  ''Affirmative.''