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Someone Other Than Me Loves Saying "You Fool" ~ Chapter 24

(Astrid's P.O.V.)

Why? My heart pounded in my chest. Why do I feel like I know this someone Ashton's referring to?

"Then...her username?" Kathrine urged.
"Uhh...I don't quite remember...but she favored adding fourteen in it."
"Sounds familiar don't ya think Agent Agent?"
"What could you possibly mean by that...Agent Komaru?" Agent Chunsu asked.
"Something...just something."
Clair and I glared. "Suspicious...very suspicious."

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After a long series of lots and lots of awkwardness, we settled down in the living room of my temporary home. As we sat down, an eerie vibe surrounded us, as though we broke our promise. Those words echoed in my head..."to the grave"

I sat down on the couch, gazing out the window, staring at the scorching sun, set people ablaze in all its pompous glory. The medieval streets brimmed with busy townsfolk, all seemingly unaware of the potential danger they unknowingly cast aside and remained oblivious to. I heaved a sigh. Such prosperity...such tranquility...if only it could remain that way forever.

My thoughts wandered in a vast sea of...well...thoughts. They maintained an undisturbed aura- an ongoing process of mind-devouring through simply pondering well...stuff, and little did I know, my thoughts dragged me into a restless slumber.

I stood before nothing. Nothing clouded my vision. An ominous darkness forged ahead, gradually surpassing me, then suddenly halted its tremendous pursuit. Then suddenly, voila, a golden light seared my vision, my eyes were bleary. A maiden-like figure appeared, contrasting the shine. It looked to me like something was foreshadowing the world- this world at least.

I caught a glimpse of movement. Her mouth opened to speak, yet she closed the gap in an instant. She gracefully prepared to talk once more, her mouth agape with nothing but a centimeter's distance...as though she were to merely whisper.

A soft, melodic voice spoke; an angelic whisper slipped her mouth.

"Beware the rise and fall of man.
Wisdom is your greatest enemy.
Rob those with power of their unjust rule,
For the wise man, now is the greatest fool."

It made little to no sense at all. It seems...it seems...it seems that this is something I would only understand once...once the word death comes to gain a completely new meaning. Words came back to me. "Everyone is condemned to a certain death. What I deem important is how long it takes before we reach it."

So goes the Bible. There's a difference between wisdom and knowledge. One thing is for sure, they most definitely share some sort of similarity; they are both our enemy.

The will both either help us in this investigation- no, quest or help drag us down to hell.

"Oi, grumpy cat, we all know you ain't dead. Come on and get up already!"
"Ashton," I grumbled. "Damn you."
"So, what's troubling you? Don't even try and deny it."
"Damn you indeed." I muttered.
"What was that?"
"Nothing, mister."
"Spill."
"Fine. A dream. Vision. Dunno what it is. Didn't make much sense though..just some creepy poem thing again."
Kathrine had that one look on her face. "Another task I suppose..."
"Probably," Ashton agreed.
"Creepy..." I shivered (totally (and a hundred more of that) irrelevant). We all faced Clair.
"Say what?"
"What."

"Moving on," Perseus changed the topic. "What was the poem thing?"
Images filled my head. The vague words never ceased to leave my head.