Lavandula

The Script

They say that it is the ones with Muses whispering into their ears are the loudest ones. Everyone in their own way. Some will sing for the masses, others will write down the words of the voices telling him their story and some may use the paint to make their voice be heard. For two young ones kissed by the Muse meant using their voice shouting at each other.

"No! You are getting it all wrong!" yelled a girl with long black hair tied in a braid. Her light complexion, whiter than ordinary, yet still spotted with red tones, how she gathered all her fury to prove to her friend that he was wrong, shining in the sun.

"Me? No, no, no. The one who is being wrong is you." person being yelled at did not intend to be defeated. And after filling his lungs with air finished his verse with a victorious smirk. "The heroine needs to express this feeling to survive the main act..." he said with confidence that would not embarrass any noble.

"This story is not about her. She is just a witness to all the horror." Lothas eyes rolled. This battle was just about to start.

Marius stood in defence position, carefully preparing his sharp tongue to strike. "She cannot be just a mere witness, her impact is so much greater!"

"Its all for the spectator to discover the connections, you can not just serve them everything on a silver plate." other students in the park did not seem to mind their fight. This city truly was perfect for students and their special needs.

"I am not serving anything to anyone. The relationship is the keystone to all of this!" the young man was straightening his back more and more with every sentence.

Still, Lotha did not slouch hers. Both fighting like beasts till the last breath. "Yes, a relationship is what this play is all about. But she is not a part of it."

"Then why is she there at all? The answer is simple: She loves him!"

"Just a bafoon would believe that! Love is the last thing she cares about."

"Then explain to me this... He threatens her, hurts her and whispers sweet nothings and she listens to all of it. It is a twisted love. but still, Love, Lotha."

"She is fascinated by him and his oddity, she wants to understand what drives him. But she does not love him."

"Even if she did, which she does not, it would still not be the main focus of. The. Story. Marius."

"Than what is this all about? Just about some sadistic lunatic hurting for fun?"

"Its a story about inner demons that everyone has and the connection he has with his own self. What's so hard for you to understand?!"

They went on and on. Sun remaining high in the sky.

***

Eskel was walking toward the park the girl from earlier told him about. His worries about not finding those two she also mentioned were dismissed as soon as he was welcomed by the loud conversation of two young people in multicoloured outfits. They were so hooked into their discussion that they did not seem to notice the tall figure of the witcher standing just a few feet away from them.

"Why are you attacking me like this? Calling me a moron when you did not write anything down in this play." the hair - so kept together to this moment- of a young poets head was ruined, sticking in every possible direction.

"I am here to point out the mistakes and discrepancies. And it looks like even by doing just that I am more useful than you are." Lohta redder than white at this moment, ready to strike her final attack pointed her dark deep brown eyes at Marius alongside with her final attack. "You did not write anything important either, all of this exists just because of Viola."

The park went silent. Eskel took his change and quickly approached the artists. His presence blew off all of the misunderstandings that existed before away into a land far, far away. Lotha backed behind Marius a little.

He was used to it. But being used to things does not mean you are on good terms with them.
"Are you Lotha and Marius?"

"Yes, and you are?" answered Martius, visibly trying to look like a knight in a full armour.

"I am a Witcher. My name is Eskel. Something hunts in a dark here and unfortunately one of its victims was your friend Viola." his voice, calm like a river so close to them, his eyes focused on the two young students, his face stoic and cold like a marble - damaged one but still mighty.

"Viola is one of the victims? No, that's not right." whispered dark-haired girl, eyes cast down on the ground. Marius stared silent, just his eyes screamed silently.

"When was the last time you had seen her?" there was no time to waste more might be in a danger.

"We did not see her in a while, maybe for half a weak. But that was not unusual." Said after a while Lotha, not hidden behind Marius anymore.

Half a weak ago. So she did not meet with them the day she died. No lead here...

"Thank you for your time," said Eskel and turned around to leave. "Be careful in the streets..." he added half-facing them.

"She sent me a message. Two days ago." It was barely a whine but Eskel heard it clearly. Marius looked him in the eyes. His expression betraying him.

"She said she will have the play finished by the end of the week. That she just needs a little more inspiration." hurt danced in his voice like a butterfly in a wind. "She always went sit by the river when she needed a little push. Close to the main bridge." Kill it, that's what was his voice saying now.

***

What is justice? Does that mean to make sure that the evil will be punished? Are the laws necessary for gaining the right thing? They are, right?

Then why are these norms made in a way that allows the skilled ones to find cracks and tunnels like the dwarves do with mountains? Why it is impossible to make them perfect?! Why is there
always a chance that the culprit might get out of it?

If you seek justice - hire a witcher.

Is that the answer?

Someone wrote this phrase on the wall of one of the corridors in the law department. Why? Was the someone just sarcastic or bitter after failing his exams?

What kind of justice can Witcher bring? Isn't it raw and barbaric? Is that the right way? Is killing a monster justice for those already dead or just an act executed to protect the living? Justice is here to protect, to make things right. That's the theory. Does it still work like this? It must!

Then why the irony in the sentence written on the wall. In what way is the justice provided by the witchers different from the one that the law of the modern world can bring?

Witchers deal with monsters and beasts, layers with humans. Where is the connection am I missing?

Thoughts like this flew throw Svetlanas mind from the moment she had her eyes after a sleepless night. Her room felt oddly hollow, oddly silent. Just the lavender scent calming her troubled mind, reminding her why everything felt so wrong at the same time.

So she welcomed the fact that she was trapped in her professor's study instead.
"You seem to not be fully concentrated at the work today Miss Slavnikovska." mumbled grey-haired man in a dark green robe.

Svetlana looked up from work for her professor. She was spacing out. more than usual. Her inner questions ate up on her, making her dislike the silence.

"I am sorry, I am just not feeling too well today, Profesor Milik."

The old man shook his head and looked at all the files that needed to be organised.
After a while, filled with his heavy breathing, he spoke. "I am not a brute, you can go now and finish it tomorrow."

"Thank you, Profesor." She was not sure that she was truly grateful. She stood up and packed up her bag.

"You can wait in the classroom for the sun to go down. It is really strong today." Stated Profesor Milik, hands full of the files.

"It's fine, I can use the tunnel. No sun there."