Experiment of Madness

48-The Broken Spirit-Dag

The sound of Gunnar's voice breaks the silence, "Aerra..." There's a note of grief in his tone that makes my heart ache. My knees feel weak, a mix of emotions overwhelming me, my breath catching in my throat.  The world around me seems to hold its breath.

I plead."God, God, please don't let me live with this pain. Don't show me Aerra's  breathlesa corpse."
My emotions are a mix of terror, heartache, and desperation as the words echo in my head, my mind bracing for the worst. My eyes remain tightly shut, not daring to open them as I brace for whatever reality may bring.

Ivarsen's voice rings out, calling my name. "Dag!" I open my eyes.I feel frozen, my body locked as I brace myself for what comes next.
I turn toward Ivarsen, my heart pounding in my chest, the anticipation weighing heavily on my shoulders.

Ivarsen's words hang in the air, the revelation like a stab to my heart. The truth sinks in, my mind reeling, my expression a mix of disbelief and confusion. "Dag! Aerva's not here!"Ivarsen says with a smirk.

I stagger weakly towards the coffin, my body almost giving in. As I reach it, I see the open coffin and a guy lying there. My legs feel weak, unsteady, and my mind is racing, my heart pounding in my chest as I try to understand the sight before me.

My body gives out, and I fall, a mix of exhaustion and relief washing over me as I let out a long sigh. My limbs tremble, the weight of the moment crashing over me, and my knees hit the ground as I sink into it, tears mingling with the mix of emotions within.

My voice trembles with relief and gratitude, the words coming out in a whispered whisper.
"Oh, God, thank you." The weight of my relief is overwhelming, the words a plea of thankfulness. My body feels weak, my chest still heaving with the mixture of emotions.

I close my mouth with my hands, tears welling in my eyes. "Thank you so much," I say, my words whispered as I release the pent-up emotions. My heart is still pounding, a mix of relief, gratitude, and disbelief swirling in my chest, my body still shaken by the rollercoaster of emotions I've been on.

Gunnar speaks up, his voice carrying a note of victory as he smiles. "Philip was wrong," he says, his words filled with satisfaction, a mix of relief and vindication evident in his tone.

My words come out quietly, the relief and hope I felt earlier replaced with a fresh wave of anxiety. My heart feels heavy as the uncertainty about Aerva's whereabouts lingers, the questions weighing heavily. "But Aerra? Where is she then?" The words hang in the air, my mind still trying to make sense of the unfolding events.

Fane's heavy sigh cuts through the air, his words carrying a hint of frustration. "This won't happen this way," Fane touches the coffin, and then with a sudden movement, he jumps back yelling, his tone shocked and alarmed.

Ivarsen's voice cuts through the air, filled with concern and confusion. "What happened?" he asks, his tone sharp and urgent. I stand up, my body trembling slightly, my heart still racing .

Fane speaks up, a small snake of green hue in his hand, the words coming out with a mix of relief and composure. "Oha, look! I'm fine," he says, holding up the green snake. There's a hint of frustration and relief in his voice. "At first, I was a bit surprised, but then I caught this bastard," he adds, a subtle smirk on his face, holding the wriggling snake, but with a note of pride in his movements.

Fane's laugh fills the air, and his words carry a hint of humor and affection. "If Tavi was here, she'd want to take it anyway,"he says, a faint smile dancing on his lips, as if he can picture Tavi's reaction. "Let's not kill it, or Tavi might kill me if she finds out," his voice carries a lighthearted tone, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

My voice trembles with a mix of confusion and sadness, a question hanging in the air, my heart aching for answers. "If she got saved, why isn't she calling me?,"the uncertainty and longing evident in my words, my desperation for answers and contact from her.
Ivarsen's voice rises, offering a possible explanation. "Maybe she can't,"his tone is calm.