Misfortune Without A Conscience #Wattys2017

Chapter 2-3

Waking up was never such a dreadful experience, perhaps this wasn't a casual or rational slumber for that matter. As my perception soon came upon something recognisable as I open my eyes, it was white visualisation, encompassing it were goods that adorned the vicinity. This was certainly a place where I had been, I could assure it. Approaching me was a discernible and familiar individual, yet somehow my mind could not comprehend that certainty, almost as if it were in distress. "Drink this, you'll get better", the individual handed me a cylindrical glass that sustained a horrible stench which made me grimaced. The unpleasant smell practically diffused into the entire room, which was why I had smelled it before it was presented to me. "What happened to me?", I took significant effort to mutter out that phrase. "You're currently suffering from severe hallucinations", "I had heard that you were seen roaming around the Realms of Onyx, which explains your current irritation and distress". It was then I reminisced, and soon realised the deed I had committed. It was not only the danger that it could offer, but the aftermath could be of something too severe and perplex, for which I cannot settle by myself.

"You have done it anyways, there simply is no point in bickering about it". The certain individual murmured. "Drink it". My instinct was certainly not anticipating this moment, as I consumed the aqueous liquid for which lingered in me for more than an hour. Its taste was equivalent to its scent; very unpleasant indeed. The taste was immensely powerful; the intolerable taste had made me appear nauseated temporarily, but soon it had seemed like the solution towards my residence in Realms of Onyx. As my consciousness soon came back, I soon realised that the individual was indeed Professor Vaughn. Somehow I had returned back to Blaughweth Academy, but there was certainly something wrong about this circumstance. It was as if I had came as a notification, that disasters and calamities are coming our way.

Professor Vaughn was a magical abilities teacher. He thought us how to rejuvenate our mana hastily, as it was crucial during any necessary battles. He thought us how to summon runes with the usage of a Grimoire, a guide which sustains the necessary procedures for creating amulets, talismans etc. For which I had liked, hence found immense predilection in his teachings. He was however, very stern and reclusive. He does and would not converse much with his fellow students, much because his respective students significantly feared him, but there was certainly other factors I could not recognise.

My anxiousness had soon overwhelmed me as I gasped at the enticing scent for which had a peculiar tangy smell; it was certainly very faint and subtle but something that forbodes something, definitely validating it as a matter of fact. As I hear muffled footsteps amplifying progressively, my curiousity lingered around; debating whether or not to lift my wounded, or rather hurting head up to identify the individual. But I had presumed that since there was no recent noise audible that the individual would be approaching me, hence I had decided to do otherwise. "I believe you are Ryder Philip?" a feminine voice uttered. My subsequent reply ended horrifyingly for my mind was still somewhat baffling due to the recent encounter at Onyx. "I'm not sure" I startled, which ended in a flustered laughter. "You mean you don't know your own name? Perhaps it was the side effects of the certain disease you had acquired." Disease? I was not acknowledged of that, I had only gain endorsement from Professor Vaughn for which stated that my recent countenance at that desolating realm would result in temporary impairment. "Disease, what sort?" I shuddered uneasily. "Did the professor whom came by tell you? Or perhaps you weren't listening?". It was then that I began worrying, as I was concerned about this supposed disease. "I would assume you didn't bother to listen, but it was..". Before the individual had managed to answer my question to assert my nervousness, several people whom dressed eloquently approached my supposed crude wood bedstead. They silently affirmed their presence by excusing the lady off; which I had realised did not announce her name at all as introduction.