Death's Overture

Chapter 5~ Of Beginning of All Things

An hour had passed since the first bell was heard. The bazaar was getting ready after its peaceful slumber of half a day, shops getting stuffed with merchandise and the vendors capitalising particular spots for better productivity. The smell of fruits, spices, old leather and wood filled the whole market place, turning the bazaar into a forest rather than a place to buy and sell.

As Kronic slowly made his way towards the "Broken Symmetry" for the first time, his eyes truly laid onto the path which led to his destination rather than the destination itself.

He could see large tattered wagons decorated with a collage of vegetables, their owners tending to them and preparing themselves for the upcoming auction which they had to face. As he moved ahead, he could see the clothes and furniture shop in their prime with the smell of cedar and other woods as well as that of leather captivating anyone who dared to pass through them. Lastly, as he reached the end, the alluring smell of wine and drugs drew his attention towards the winery and drugstore which lay around the corner alone yet stood tall and bold like kings.

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In the dim-lit corners of the room, one could see two men move along a fixed rhythm, arranging things according to their convenience.

Trace put forth two chairs around the only table which stood next to the counter of the store. He assumed the one of the two while gesturing Kronic to do the same.

As Kronic got seated, he started arranging things he needed for his job. He took out the finest quality of paper he had along with his pen and iron-gall ink he had specially prepared for the upcoming events.

Trace had his hands joined by fingers near his mouth, his eyes looking down towards the table rather than towards his guest, his face of a thoughtful person.

'How do people usually tell their story?' Trace asked as he looked up towards Kronic.

'People usually tell me the major parts of the story first, adding details to them at a later stage. I merely record them and then rearrange them.'

'That won't work for me. I guess you won't have problems if we do it in chronological order then.' Trace said, his face still retaining the previous thoughtful expression.

'It's up to you and to be honest, if we do it in a chronological way, it would only save me time. So I am fine either way.' Kronic said as if he stating the obvious.

'Before we begin, I shall clarify this to you that none my words shall be changed, Even if I seem to go on a different path, remember that life is never a straight road on which you walk, it's a road full of twist and turns on which all of us have walked.'

Kronic nodded as he dipped his pen in the ink and held it just above to the sheet of paper which now lay on the table.

'Very well.' Trace said as a smile appeared on his face 'Are you ready then, sir scribe?' Then let the Overture be played.'

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'In many ways, it all began when the empire got toppled, with both the people and underworld thrown off-balance, the economy down and in-fights among the noble, the crowd took the easy way out.'

'Some might say that it all began after the Brelock massacre after the world saw a reaper instead of a god.'

'No. I believe it all began when I first met the one they called the GOD, his eyes empty yet holding a kernel of hope in them. His voice hard as iron, his face weary from the world itself.'