Kapitel 344: C344: Lowered by Ropes
Lapidoth Saga felt like his joy was like a shuttle that was within his grasp but later on had his hand transparently passed through his gift, identity and even to a past he never thought was deep. Saga heared from Ain that his gift does not only magnify life but death as well. If it goes on like this, then it's better for him to be normal. Normal student who excel with his grade. Normal waiter that wipes the table. Normal guy that dwells in his unrequited love. Normal person who focuses on what is before him rather than digging his own background.
It was like a stroll within a cistern. An artificial silver vessel with cavities. Cavities that irked him to no end. Cavities that had him stuck within such chest that did not contain what is meant to be there. Saga stared at his open palm, it was pale, a little tan and slightly pinkish. His nails are round. His circular knuckles are of like of that a granny. He can't help but wonder from whom he inherited such claws. Claws that helpless gravel it's way out from distress and disappointment. Finger tips that marked a void part of his life where he continuously got rejected and was left alone. Not only that he received a fragments, he also needed to clutch on the pieces left by his deceased parents.
A hand that was longer than his. It's yellowish and soft. It enlaced with his as Saga looked up to see Cherith winking and smirking at him.
"Oh, your hands that is wrinkles like a granny's clasp." Cherith dramatically proclaim as he started to pose like a woman in concern.
Saga had his viens poped out. His face contours in annoyance as he hissed.
"Get your filfty hands of me!"
Cherith kept his character and replied.
"O, my dear I am not that willing. This rough fingers haved washed a lot of dishes and it fits mine."
Saga glared at Cherith and attempted to slap him on the forehead but Cherith was faster, he caught his hand and used to slap it on Saga's face.
"Stop being dramatic and start getting up. We need to look for an exit and gets you treated." Cherith cheekily delivered.
Ain heared from Sycamore that he laid a boundary for them to trace but was disrupted due to Saga's gift. Ain sliced through the space and found an endless copies of retro nostalgia.
"This is a serious of unfortunate events on our part." Ain whispered underneath his breath.
"I will recollect it." Sycamore aired as he exhaled.
It's been a puzzle on Sycamore's part to be unable to track and trace his own boundary when it got disturbed. He trained with Selah and Urchin but his own gift sometimes take him to a countless toll of odd memories and past from every person he encountered.
Sycamore foucused his senses and prayed.
"Our Lord, I don't know how to get back whenever I losed the grip in everything that was expected of me. It gives me the uneasy feeling that I won't be able to get it back again.
I know that assurance comes from you. Your the God that brought is here. Your decree is absolute and definite, I know that I don't deserve such chance but I come before you asking for one more. Amen."
Sycamore closed his eyes and pursued where his boundary got drifted. It was a thin line but he can descern what is from his own. Sycamore realised that it was not the boundary that drifted. It was him who held the margin. Sycamore piloted the team and planned to reaccess his gift but a sudden number of spear pierced through their formation.
"Wait right there visitors. This place is owned by trully yours Vando." A man in his tribal garment hold up. His back was supported by his subordinates with the same uniform as Vando. A brown clothed vest with cerulean pair. Their wrist had some small chains and their neck had a wire choker and each person held a spear or weapons.
Ain tried to remember from which tribe did this Vando hailed from all their mission as a tale bearer. Ain eyed the ornaments and garments as he spoke.
"Yes, we were wondering which way to go since this place had no sign of life."
"Oh, this is a cursed area. It was a land birthed due to a time honoured freak who felt so high and wrecked people's lives. In this place she is loathed and scorned." Vando explained.
Ole pressed her lips to avoid violently reacting.
"Those royal breeds may have been defended her but in our eyes who suffered because of her time leaping it's like being tortured within a purgatory." Vando arrogantly spoke.
Ain tried to ease the awkward atmosphere.
"Is that so.. Then where do you reside here?"
He asked in a whimp after a long pause.
"We reside beyond this land. It will take three days to travel." Vando replied.
"Why??.. Why do you hate that time honoured. .. You mentioned?" Ole butt in.
"Because she wrecked our home. Not because it did worked for her own good. It does not mean it worked well others." Vando shrugges as he stared up the sky.
"The sun will set soon. We need to start pitching our tent. It will be a full moon tonight." The tribal man added as his beared and hair got brush of by the evening wind.
Ain gathered the gang and informed.
"We can't show them that we are part of the tale bearers. They were from that tribe. A tribe that survived Wercy's massacre. If they find out that Lehi was the time honour they will surely engrave her name in their cursed list.They are known for their black revival. They will call out the dead to satisfy their revenge! That is why Kiel protected them."
"I see, It will invite a generational vengeance on their victim even those who were not part their tribe." Urchin added.
"I now recalled they are known as the Black Zedonk." Sycamore stated as he finish scanning the spear.
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