Bearer of the Signs

VIII: THETA

ASTROPIA...APRIL 20, 2015...13:58:22...SOLAR TIME_

At that moment, she wasn't sure about anything. But Cecil Rowlands was completely aware of one thing. She was dead. A cackle brought her out of her thoughts, but not completely. As her vision cleared, she saw nothing but darkness; the only thing visible was herself, her frail hands, her ragged, boyish clothes, and her three year old sneakers.

"Let's turn on the light, shall we, dear?"

Then she heard the clap of hands and then light blared all around her, momentarily blinding her. After her eyesight adjusted, she saw that she wasn't alone in the white place. In the middle of the white room with no doors or windows, Cecil saw her sitting on a metal seat. Cecil could recognize her a mile away, with her sapphire blue hair that cascaded into beautiful blue locks, her sky blue skin that glows brightly, her graceful pale cerulean dress that looked like it was weaved from diamond ash, and not to mention her beautiful face. Blue eyes, purple lips, white teeth, and a gem that hung on a beaded string which disappeared into her hair, sat on her forehead and had a carving on it.

Upon seeing The Woman for the first time clearly and vividly, Cecil now understood the sign upon her forehead.

"Aquarius," Cecil whispered as her eyes narrowed in on the gem.

The Woman laughed and clapped her hands. "Well done, dear! You finally guessed it."

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"You have got to be kidding me..."

Jason's train of thoughts went crashing down the moment he said all those things.

Capricornus just laughed at his ignorance and poured himself some tea in the cup that just magically appeared in front of them.

"Would it be ironic to offer you a cup of tea?" he chuckled again.

But Jason just stood on his spot dumbfounded; he tried to recall everything Capricornus said to him.

"Where am I? What is this place? How did I get here?" Jason asks relentlessly.

"All answers are to come in the right time," said a voice, Jason looked up to see an unfamiliar face.

"w-who are you?"

"Why, my boy? Do you not recognize my voice?" said the man.

Jason checked him head to toe from a distance. He was a well-built man, around his mid-thirties or so. It bothered Jason that his skin was the same shade as the leaves under the scalding heat of the sun. His hair was fixed in manner that made him look more superior to anyone else, and its hue of moss green made it somehow look better.He wore a black suit—a tuxedo—with a neon green tie, his eyes were green too, and the cocky grin on his face showed off his pearly white teeth. Everything about him looked like the word 'billionaire' but on his forehead was a golden band that had a carving on it, the only thing that stood out from his façade, but before Jason could look closer the man covered his forehead with his pale green hand.

Peering through his sleeve, Jason could see signs of a tattoo.

"Hello, Jason."

Then it struck Jason, the cockiness, the arrogance, the tone of his voice, the way he says his name with disgust, it was obviously the....

"The Man in my Head..." he said then froze.

The Man then removed his hand from his forehead and showed Jason the carving; it was a sign... the sign of Jason's Zodiac.