Misfortune Without A Conscience #Wattys2017

Chapter 2-2

My assurance and thoughts were certainly granted, I had suddenly foreseen a particular building engraved with geometric patterns. The design was definitely recognisable; for it was the symbol of the magic community; a dragon embroidered with a shining cloak, discharging its flaming blaze in discerning propensity. Its flames signified the courage of a specific region in regards to the community of sacred magic; ancient ones rather. The sculpture had me astonished, for it had been a thing of the past; the tradition of having such an emblem long faded away. I was acknowledged about this through a certain literature which I had forgotten the name of. It was said that this symbol was the sign of peace following the Battle Of Freedom. For those that were imprisoned due to being extraordinary; Saih, whom attempted to revolt against the government that was filled with glut, greed. They succeeded in so, and obviously, gave birth to the massive society we now possess. This was of course, a legend of some sort, for many do not claim that we were ever perceived as a threat in the society of normal humans. But now it was proven so; yet so surprisingly, this supposed myth was still kept much like a secret; known to those worthy or knowledgeable.

Soon the sculpture seemed as if it were moving; almost as if it were nothing but a meander dawdling around without intention. It was then a gleam of light permeated through it, as if the opaque object became transparent all of a sudden. The polished and smooth stone sculpture soon practically dissipated; as if the atmosphere had provoked its disappearance. Perhaps it was so, that the proximity was definitively threatening that even such a respected and highly exalted individual in the magic community can somehow dissolve into thin air. It cannot be so; the legends if were deemed true, had said that even mere sculptures or buildings of sort should be indestructible. Just like their valiant commitments towards helping us pursue the freedom we had deserved; impenetrable.

As I witnessed this asperity, recollections of memories rushed into me. It was the dusky and shadowy atmosphere, that I had seen something which was left unclear and unidentified. The person in the forest whom assisted me; had he succeeded? Perhaps it was so, that these were all just imaginations and were all fabricated. Which until my recent years, I realised my mind would often perform so voluntarily. This explained why I had been present here, but it does not perhaps demonstrate the reasoning of the presence of perhaps that sculpture; with that I was certainly boggled considering my overthinking stance. But somehow, I had forgotten about it after awhile, really.