"How did you-" Chyuuichi covered his mouth, his eyes shrinking again.
"Oh, yes." he stopped for a moment. "A big grand tree behind Wendigo, and it still had a few junis hanging near its top. The first thought that came to your mind was to take it and taste it, but you didn't have a clue where to even begin." the man leaned closer. "I know, Chyuuichi. I know how that must feel."
Chyuuichi kept shaking his head in disbelief.
"Alone, by yourself, and without an answer. Your memories are all a fog you can't recall. There was no one you could talk to that would understand. Your friends would never recognize you. Your parents wouldn't believe you. I know how it feels to be the odd one out." his eyes shrunk too. "Don't you ever hear its voice? Calling out to the Mirillian inside of your body? Or do they perhaps work in unison? Tell me how it feels. That monstrous power of your freezing Demonear attacks, those horns which grow beneath your hair." he stood up. "Tell me, Chyuuichi."
"How does it feel?"
Chyuuichi glanced at the door and immediately ran towards it, flinging it open and running down the stairs and out of the palace.
He finally put his hands down and into his pockets, breathing out. He carefully looked at the symbols on the ground and the dent in the rocks in the shape of a body. His eyes started tearing up again, and he ran.
He kept running and running, blindly through the streets of Soban, passing all the Mirillians giving him strange looks. This is all just a dream, right? Something he can't wake up from, a bad nightmare, perhaps.
But why does this headache feel so real? Why does this stress feel so heavy?
The more and more glances Chyuuichi met the less he understood himself. No one in Soban would recognize him. He wasn't a human.
A nightmare. Something he couldn't wake up from.
"Back on that day, you ran too." the man announced, looking out of the window and following Chyuuichi's movements. "But when all the people were turning away from the demon, Chui ran in the opposite direction."
A window on the other side of the building opened, and the man turned around, seeing a silhouette on the windowsill.
"How did it go?" she asked.
"I thought you were there to listen to the entire thing, Lisbeth." Shi Hon muttered, still covered in shadows. "Hoping to hear a single word from Yanma."
She squinted her eyes, breathing in.
"I'd say, it's a great beginning. I didn't need to utter a word to plant that seed into his mind. Some fruition may come. Perhaps, greater than what my strongest of fellows could've ever mustered."
"You learned a lot," Lisbeth muttered, stepping in. "Even if you're not here. Tell me," she muttered. "What's their goal?"
"You don't seem too afraid to approach me this time." Shi Hon muttered, squinting his eyes. "It's not something that concerns any of you."
"Of course." she bowed, slightly.
"If you want to nudge the chances, however," he muttered. "Take them with you. Find Morio, and leave the others unharmed."
Lisbeth nodded, skillfully jumping out the window and into the holes above the ceiling. She looked up, furrowing her eyebrows. Shi Hon closed his eyes, and then, a body fell to the floor.
The Mirillian woke up, blinking twice. "What was I doing?" he asked himself, before glancing over at a pattern on his palm.
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Star Sun Cave
Fantasy[Atlas Grandeur - Book Two] A year after Morio's encounter with Shi Hon, carried by the birds' songs, a temple far in the caves of Errarion is unearthed. In fact, at a point so distant, that for the longest time, it was speculated to be nothing but...
