VAGUE

CHAPTER 13 (PART 4)

CHAPTER 13

-PART FOUR-

"Hey! Wake up, you need to eat"

"Ughh!" I moan as I blink my eyes to adjust against the surroundings.

"What happened?" I asked him, staring at the transparent tube that stuck towards my skin.

Dextrose?

"You passed out after our fight... seems your body didn't have much strength to manage that drama" he said

"what time is it, Price?" I asked

"8 o'clock in midnight princess... Can you manage to stand up? Do you want me to just bring your dinner here?" He worriedly asked

"No I'm fine, just stay by my side no matter what" I said

We walk on the hallway towards the dining place where everyone was sitting at their own sits and waiting for us. Gray still doesn't talk as Lock and Drain was looking at a particular book.

Conception of catastrophe

"What's on it?" Lock hissed

"Some facts about 1820" Penndelton stated as he read every single details on the books

"Any incident?... any war?" Lock ask

"hmm... seems this one!" Pendelton stated tearing the pages of information they've discover.

"We're here" Price simply ask

"Hey! How are you" Knight-Lock hugged me tight as he saw me

"Hey! Watch out with the tubes!" Price authoritatively stated as he manages to bring my dextrose. According to him, I just need to finish this single tube then I'm good to go. I didn't argue with that anymore because I know he just doing this for my sake.

"Oh! I'm sorry" Lock said

"How are you?" Pendelton asked me with formality

"I'm Fine, It's just a fatigue" I stated to convince everyone that I'm alright, specially Price he seems too worried about me.

"Let's eat!" Lock stated

Tables laden with delicacies line the walls. Everything you can think of, and things you have never dreamed of, lie in wait. Whole roasted turkey and pig. Huge platters of fowl stuffed with savory fruit and nuts. Ocean creatures drizzled in sauces or begging to be dipped in spicy concoctions. Cheeses, breads, vegetables, sweets, waterfalls of rum, and streams of spirits that flicker with flames.

"Haven't you talk with Gray while I'm asleep?" I whisper to Price

"Yep!" Price simply stated as he munches a huge turkey leg

"He said that he needs time to think and process everything" He said

I just nod and finish my meal. Whatever can silence be? For is there not always the sound of your own heart? Just as with whiteness there is light, and blackness is a canvass for dreams; if there is a soul present, there is always something. And so as the quietness grows deeper and I hear my own steady rhythm from within, I call this silence. Silence that gnawed at each one of us. Silence hung in the air like the suspended moment before a falling glass shatters on the ground. The silence was like a gaping void, needing to be filled with sounds, words, anything. The silence was poisonous in its nothingness. It was eerily unnatural, like a dawn devoid of birdsong. Silence clung like a poisonous cloud that at any moment could choke the life from them. Seeped into every pore, like a poison slowly paralyzing from either speech or movement. As we finish our plate we manage to head towards the conference and let the hired maid do her duty towards the dishes.