Chapter 10 - What was, and always will be

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"What is going on?!" Marqes grimaced, to which there was a slight pause in the air. The ground continued to rumble; a shaking mess whilst the sunlight beaming along the windowsill still held dim, and practically non-existent.

"For what I'm about to tell you... you're going to have to take this with an open heart," Serpris Serpico detailed, "An open mind, unclouded by most judgment."

The white fox's eyes, already widened, rose further as he watched Serpico as if he was mad. "Listen, I—"

"Don't know who I am or if I'm causing this." A faint smile appeared on Serpico's face, but it looked pained along the mostly hidden, opposite side. "Yes, I'm very well aware of what you're going to say, Marqes."

"What?" Marqes inquired, wishing to object.

"I suppose once again, you could call me a time traveler, so to speak... but it's far more complicated than that." Then, he motioned over to Marqes and put a paw along his maw, almost like hushing a toddler.

"Remember what I said," Serpico winked... to which Marqes simply growled and stepped away.

A laugh was emitted from the black fox's grinning face... and then, the earthquake stopped... yet the sun remained eclipsed.

"Ahh, it lasted shorter this time...? No, maybe it's just my imagination." Serpris said, shaking his head before moving on.

"What do you fucking mean— you enter into my house and call yourself a fucking time traveler?" Marqes said, before Serpris quickly rebutted.

"If you'd only just listen, this whole conversation can be over before your parents come home, and then... I'd be out of your fur entirely." He stated, sounding as if he said such with utmost certainty, despite a bit of annoyance clearly present within his tone.

Marqes growled, but kept quiet like he was asked.

"Good... now," Serpris pointed towards the window, overcast skies with windy rain blending in with the faint dregs of the sun's light already being covered by a dark shadow. "That... is not what you think it is, for starters."

The white fox raised a brow, but Serpris calmly continued.

"Each eclipse you see signals the furthered ruin of this world... like a doomsday clock, assigned to the heavens." He breathes, "There's something that happens in Imagia two months from now that is actually so profoundly insane that no one would even consider it for a second— no one would guess..."

As Polaris looked over at the two of them, talking back and forth... Marqes finally used the opportunity to close the room's door behind them, releasing that they might have been here for a while. "Go on... stranger."

"Oh don't worry, I will." Serpico chuckles, "I play with time; you play with reality, which is made up of time. We both play with time, ultimately then."

Then, Serpris tilts his head over to the tiny dragon on the ground, letting his eyes' gaze rest on him for a while, only to release it thereafter.

Marqes' heart skip a beat, as in some incomprehensible way inside of his psyche, he was slowly beginning to understand what this black fox was saying, as he looks over to Polaris with a newfound sense of paranoia.

"So yes, you do in fact have powers... involuntary manifestation, actually." Serpris chuckles, "An extremely high level... and this here dragon you made is only when your powers had peaked, and as you told me... through one stressful, really bad day when you burned the whole school down."

"W-whole?" Marqes objected, "But it can't be all gone, right?"

Serpris sighed, then merely laughed, "An exaggeration, my dear friend."

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