“What is wrong Chiron? I’ve been noticing you for the past week. You seem lost, almost always. That’s strange even by your standards.”
Chiron didn’t really have to open his eyes to know who was talking to him. Even in the loudest of all babble of voices, it wouldn’t take him a second to recognize the voice of Blake Somers. He had known him for the last two decades, and he was one of his most trusted men. Although, he would’ve liked the term ‘friend’ more, he knew that Blake was not his friend. In fact, he didn’t have any friends. It was sorta difficult to fit in and follow social norms like making friends when you’re a psychic whose most basic characteristic is that he occasionally goes into trances, without any kind of warning. During these trances, he would not respond to any kind of verbal or physical contact. The duration of these ‘knockoff moments’ as Blake liked to call them, was never fixed. They could range from a few minutes to a few hours to sometimes even entire days.
Chiron opened his eyes and smiled at Blake.
“There is nothing I am hiding from you or anyone else Blake, if that is what you are thinking. Although I am forced to admit that there is something that troubles me.”
“What is it, then?”
“I think that I detect another presence. And yet, this one is different from the others. I’m not even sure if it is indeed a presence. It might just be a figment of my mind. But if it does exist, then we might have two possibilities at hand.”
“Which are?”
“One explanation is that the presence I now detect, or I think I detect, is very weak. And you will agree that we’ve seen cases like this before as well. Remember the Clover boy? He was so weak upon discovery that he was barely traceable.”
“And yet we found him. Do you think you’ll be able to locate this one too, Chiron?”
“No. At least not now. Maybe I need some time. Or maybe I am just wrong about the whole thing. That is a possibility, you know.”
“I understand. What is the other possibility you were talking about earlier, by the way?”
“That is something that worries me. Because if he exists, and he is not weak, then that can only mean one thing. He is being shielded.”
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Chaos
FantasyA tale of a boy who was suddenly snatched from his world and thrown into a world filled with things he couldn't understand. A tale of men and women who had at their disposal powers that could wreak havoc on mankind. A tale of elements, with each one...
