A Book And A Mirror

Chapter 19 Why Are You All White And Black?.

The place is dark. The air in my lungs isn't making me get enough breathing in and out. My brain got blank the moment my eyes saw this passed away keeper on top of my head.

And the only thing that made me open my eyes is the urge to remember things I'm not sure of their existence.

I didn't get to see much, the place does have red and blue spots, since one of my eyes didn't get to open from exhaustion.

"Seems like my little visitor woke up"

The room rang out from the old man's voice, my eyes automatically going to him, but again.

My eyes didn't see much. His presence made my lungs get somehow easier to breathe with.

The old man got closer to me, only then did I notice him being short. Is he a dwarf?.

"Any better, young boy?"

I didn't get to answer, my lungs aren't doing as they're told. Hearing the old man's sigh made me ashamed of myself for not speaking.

"It's okay young boy, your lungs aren't listening to your orders due to get a lot of shockes. Don't worry, they will work again once you're used to it"

Again, his words does have a good impact on me. It does ease the pain. I didn't try to speak anymore since I want my lungs to take their time to recover.

"Young Boy, you need to eat something, so sit up and have a meal"

The old man's way of speaking made me smile somewhat, and without resisting his request, I sit up on bed, only to be welcome with a plate of soup. My favorite dish.

"Take your time young boy, this place is safe"

I think being old make you have a good sense of human's fears. I didn't take so much time to dig in my meal. The warm soup entering my body and especially my lungs making me somewhat better.

"When you can talk again, tell me what made you come here young boy"

The thought of telling someone I just meet about what made me come does have a bad affect on my mind. My eyes rose to see him sitting near the fire place on his rocking chair.

He seems peaceful, too peaceful for me to fear. If he wanted to do bad towards me, he could done it while I were unconscious.

Thinking about the situation I'm in, made me ease somewhat. Because the situation seemed rather calm and friendly... Inviting too.

As I finished my plate of soup, I put it on the small table beside the bed, and glanced at the old man with the corner of my eye, and said trying my best to talk.

"Am I still in the passed away keeper's house?"

The moment I uttered those words, his attention went to me. Not that his eyes seems scary, they rather look calm.

"Who said the keeper of this forest died?"

My brain went blank. Why does he answer my question with another question?. I turn my face to him and this time, my lungs seem like they're recovering.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean what you heard young boy"

I froze. I didn't get what does he mean, he didn't answer either of my questions. Does he want me to spit out what's roaming around my brain?.

"Everyone does know about the keeper of this forest being dead. Your question doesn't make sense sir"

"Let's drop the formalities. you can call me Ogen"

The way he talk make me rethink about Sullivan's positivey in talking, his words seem way too confident.

"Sure, why not. My name is Maruthi"

"So Maruthi, why are you all white and black"

Is he playing games with me?.

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