THE FOUR REASONS TO DIE sentinel chronicles #2

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'Why is it all dark? Why can't I see a thing? And why do I hear dripping water?' Adrian asked himself as he stood in a reality he had never been. All before him was dark and all that surrounded him was the continuous noise of dripping water echoing in the dark. His innermost being went black and his personality ceased to exist. Once again, fear overwhelmed him as he made the utterance,
'Am I dead?'
'You are not,’ a voice consoled him. 'You are not near death, at least not today,’ the voice continued.
'Then why can't I see a thing?' Adrian asked.
'You ask too many questions,’ came the reply, 'and your answers I am afraid must come to you.’
And immediately, he felt as though he was sinking. He was indeed sinking.
'Why do I sink?' Asked Adrian.
'To witness the pain before the calm. Tis the first call to the mortal, the striking of the mortal instruments, the strumming of the magical force. Tis the baptism of knowledge and the creating of a proselyte, one who must stand before the doors of the End. Tis the sound at the threshold, the mimes you must hear, the sounds your soul must harken to.’
'You have been called to begin your journey, to witness the four reasons to die. But before you do such, your soul must be found worthy, your heart must be enveloped in profound fear, for in life at its peak, death knows not peace. In life at its brim, death lurks in the shadows. What you must be, you must be, for Death has been ushered an invitation and the invitation he will honor. Do you wish to proceed as the invited?'
'Yes, I do.’
'Then let all who hear bear witness, let the struggling and wailing mother hear the confessions of his lips. Let all the gods see to this contract, binding, it has been done, and reaping, it must reaped. Let the Lord King and the Queen Mother bear witness. Let the four horsemen welcome the request, for in death, the answer to life will be given.’
'Death has strode, death has searched. Death has been called and death has answered. Let the proselyte proceed through the doors, for his presence is waited for and his time is come.’

'Where am I?' Adrian asked, turning from the hard surface he had lay. His back ached and his head banged like hell.
'You're awake,’ Sam said, hugging his tired frail body as she sobbed briefly.
'You fainted at his touch,’ Rachel began. 'We tried to revive you all to no avail. We were afraid, thinking you were no more. All that kept us at bay was the tear dripping from your eyes, as though you were crying. The decent wasn't ours to make as we were teleported to the base of the mountain from where we carried you on a crude stretcher into this village.’
Sitting up, he allowed everything to sink in as he recollected his thoughts.
'Why do I sense an additional presence?' He asked.
'It is she who took us in,’ Alkali spoke up.
'She is indeed aged,’ Adrian described, with his head still bowed.
'Indeed she is,’ Alkali affirmed.
'Why do you not cast your eyes upon us?’ Avelline asked as she had a hunch that he was hiding something.
'Because I have no sight,’ he said, raising his head up to reveal completely black eyes, shinning like gemstones.
'I cannot see what you must see for now and you cannot see what I must see,’ he continued, making an effort to get up.
'Rest, you are not strong enough,’ the strange woman warned.
'Strength comes not when I lie down but comes if I leave,’ he answered.
'There is a heavy blizzard outside, one we must avoid,’ Avelline hinted intelligently.
'It is over,’ Adrian said, getting up fully and covering his mouth and nose with a piece of black cloth transmuted out of thin air.
'Here,’ the strange woman presented him with a muffler, black in its color, with golden thread along its hem. 'If you must go, then be well my child,’ she said.
'You are too kind,’ he said wrapping his neck with the muffler.
'Your hair,’ Sam pointed out the obvious.
'I know,’ he said, allowing his white hair to cascade down in its new length.

At the muttering of some words, and making a seal afterwards, he changed the clothing of all five including himself, wearing a black long sleeved sweat shirt which flowed into a glove. On his waist was an elegant armor with orange sash featuring in its design while his dark blue trousers flowed harmoniously into his black boot. Alkali had a full leather armor with netted features on his shoulder, belly and gloves. On his back sat two swords. Sam had a full metallic armor which covered her neck down to her feet, leaving her left arm bare. On her right arm was the strangest sword, having two blades springing from the handle upon which she held unto. The blades sparked continuously with static electricity. In addition to her armor, she wore a red fabric over her waist which flowed into a skirt with skits thigh high. Just like Alkali, a sword and something heavy sat on her back, with the strangest of straps visible on her chest. Avelline stood, looking at her Japanese outfit, befitting an assassin, wearing a short gown, which was her knee length. Her boots were of leather origin with straps arranged from her ankle to her knee, all were dagger shaped. Upon her gown, she wore a kimono which matched its length to that of her gown, black in color with golden hemming. Her gown went for dark navy blue color and a leather belt fastened the kimono tightly in place which was finished with a vambrace. Her mouth and nose were covered with a black cloth while Rachel wore a simple sleeveless gown, colored dark blue. Its end and neckline was designed with golden fabric. Her right arm had a black glove with golden features running to her shoulder, while her left arm had just what the definition of a glove was to anyone, stopping just inches above the wrist. On her shoulder was a white clothing with golden designs and a dark blue hemming which hung from one shoulder, and fastened by her side. Her left arm remained hidden in the white clothing, which she held in place again by an orange cloth on her waist before a black belt featured lastly on her waist. Her huge sword sat horizontally on her back, having a black and golden handle and a dark blue sheath.
'Why all these?' Avelline asked, still studying herself, drawing out her weapon from her boots.
'For the battle to come,’ he answered, tying a dark blue cloth over his eyes, before he turned to face the old woman.
'Thank you for your hospitality. Any prolonged stay will mean blood on our hands,’ he explained, moving out of the wooden cabin, 'and remember, one will be sent into town by Real. He would meet you by fate and ask you this,’
'Where does He travel through?'
'And your answer must be,’
'Voices I heard, voices I experienced. Agog was the outcome of the conversation, and north of here did I hear the voices.’
'This is what you must say to save your village.’