"What's happening?" Kayzar asked as he blinked a few times sitting on the smooth oak floor directly in front of the warm crackling fireplace of his Father's newly built quarters.
"What's that K-Z?" Karus asked craning his head taking a peek at him on the other side of Artemus's Long desk.
"Nothing," Kayzar mumbled as he notices scattered papers all around him everywhere.
"Just memorize all the things you find there and we'll compare notes afterwards, okay?"
As soon as Kayzar was about to mutter a reply, Karus returned almost immediately hiding himself perfectly in the other side as if it is an order that he knows his twin brother's going to obey. He was dumbfounded that he had come back to about two years ago and is magically reliving this specific memory.
He could smell the fresh sawdust lingering in the room as the surprisingly cold draft whispers intermittently to warn them of the night's growing darkness, increasing the risk of them being caught in their curfew evening by the second. Burned papers are everywhere but it's as if his purpose is to memorize and reproduce the vague written words etched from each piece from memory as they shed their fragile charcoal body slowly, almost giving him a favor to savor and commit to thought each readable ink that has been feebly clutching the burnt parchment. Through a very surprising fate, his hands grabbed the fragile paper numbered ninety-two and fixated on the center instantaneously reading, slowly and silently, the burnt paragraph that he can understand almost perfectly because of his gifted sharp eyes.
"And the moonless night followed with much dread as the venomous six-headed Downy-Haired Commander, tracked Prince Kayzar, the apprentice of the Immortal Specter and the shadow of Karus the Great. A great battle ensued with Prince Kayzar magnificently excising the six vile heads granting him a place of honor in the heavens. But, alas, all luck was forsaken as the vile poisonous venom of the youthful beast consumed his limbs bringing down the shadow to its knees where he vanished in the realm as he awaits for Death's execution in his sleep, alone and without comfort."
A couple of sighs was all he could muster. Kayzar's hands began to tremble, weak and helpless. He forced a smile as he saw Karus peeking again mumbling.
"What?" asked Kayzar, "I can't hear you!"
Karus began shouting but still without a sound. Kayzar furrowed with much confusion on why it is so. Karus tried to speak out his words but none reached the air. Kayzar tried moving closer but he stood up as if in a fit of temper and irritated still shouting now stomping his feet that should produce an awkward banging noise but it didn't.
"Shh..." Calmed Kayzar still without a clue on what he wants, "Stop it! You might draw attention to us!" Kayzar now stood up looking everywhere as if being careful not to be caught sneaking into their father's newly created quarters in the North.
Karus slowly backed away, still shouting, trying to get as close to the wall as possible, as if the room was being stretched, being pulled away from reality by an unknown force trying to keep their distance for tens of feet.
"Louder!" he screamed as Karus moved being pulled away now for about a hundred feet long. "Louder, Karus! I still can't hear you!"
In all of a sudden, Karus began zooming close to him and in a split-second, nose-to-nose, he shrieked in an earsplitting noise, "STOP SLEEPING HERE! WAKE UP YOU BUFFOON!!!"
Kayzar slowly opened blinking and gradually sat in a hunch with his gloomy eyes almost teary. This nightmare has become a recurring thought in every waking moment of his life for the past two years. He wants to deny what he saw as they rummage what was left of the burnt copy of the prophecy almost two years ago, but he couldn't. It is in their father's obscure handwriting so it must be true, however horrendous it might be. He has been hiding the prophecy of his death to Karus with much success that it almost gave him the comfort that it will not happen.
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Legend of the Holy Sentinels: Night Hunters
FantasyWhen Bathala created the world, He made sure that the Earth will be safe from the Mortals: the Men and Women of the Earth. Their potential for evil has saddened Him deeply. He has to go away to create Paraiso but He needs to protect them from destro...
