Fool of Knight 1: Strength

Chapter 2

"What anchor did you break," Zelle asked.

"An anchor," I thought, shaking my head.

"...Did you break one of the twelve laws?"

I continued shaking my head as she scanned me.

"You know... Polarity, gestation, rhythm... Cause and effect..."

I continued to shake my head. "What is she talking about? Twelve laws? Is she a criminal?"

"What's your name," she huffed, slightly lifting her hand.

"My name is... I'm..." "My name?" An unshakeable emptiness clouded my thoughts, frustrating me. I placed my hand back on my neck.

"Don't remember? That 'kinda' explains the tag on you, it's a curse but for 'some reason' I can't read it... I've seen this handwriting somewhere before," she said focusing on the left side of my face. She leaned in closer, examining my eye.

"Umm," I awkwardly mumbled.

"Did you get a life review?"

Another sequence of tremors and screeches came from the forest.

"Review of what," I asked, frilling my brows.

"It's pointless, whatever hit you didn't 'just' want you dead..." Placing her finger below her right eye, she pressed the lower lid. "In addition to that curse on you, there's an 'actual scar' under your left eye, meaning that the damage stuck despite being afflicted physically." She swiftly brushed her finger across my cheekbone. "Yeah that's in there 'deep' too."

I felt the small, ridged split on my eye lid.

"But that's weird... Why would you be suffering from the curses' effects if it's not complete anymore. The chip is 'almost' in the middle of the spelling."

Taking her broken sword in her hand, she chipped at a piece of the wood from the shacks frame.

"See look, this is what it looks like-," she explained, drawing five symbols in a slanted formation on the clay.

"How can she draw on this," I thought, dragging my hand across the gritty surface.

"And 'this' is where the chip is," she finished, dragging a small triangular chip through the top of the fourth symbol. "Does any of this matter to you? ...Maybe you're lucky you 'don't' remember anything, cause it looks like it sucked," she laughed.

Despite the sincere tone in her voice, I felt sick from the words, blankly staring back.

She brought her hand close, keeping her index finger pointed upward. "*Sigh* okay, show me what you got.

Tiny droplets of light dripped upwards from her finger, collecting a half inch above to make a turquoise orb. Its depth was limitless as it gave off an ominous glow and cool breeze.

I marveled at the radiant sphere of light.

Another sequence of tremors and screeches sounded off.

"Let me see yours," she eagerly demanded, pulling my hand from my neck. "And stop doing that, it 'won't' help; things work different down here."

"Down here?"

"I already answered that question..."

"...The bottom floor?"

"You're not making this easy, please just do what I asked." She pressed her hand to her forehead.

I raised my other hand and extended my index finger, focusing on the thought of a ball above it.

"You feelin anything?"