Chapter 8: Act III: Yearn
Moments whispered about unreal circumstances, but keep in mind that there is a difference between "unreal" and "unrealistic". A brief philosophy on what is realistic and what is not existed, since both circumstantial and emotional factors may interfere.
Speaking the truth and confessing affection in a moment of shrieking atrocity was most definitely unreal, however for the boy's standards, exceedingly realistic. Considering that someone else would scream till their voice dries out and cry till their tears empty out was not a representing equivalent of every individual out there, but only a sheer example of how one could approach the depressing situation.
The fact that he had unoccupied place to say such words was unreal, but completely realistic.
The fact that help reached out its hand just when the trio needed it was unreal, but alas, realistic. However, the main blow Kollie invested in was almost unreal and unrealistic both at the same time, considering the so-called circumstantial factor. But yet, vicious electricity started swarming the place.
As soon as all the power conducted to the nearest point of the Witch, Kollie suppressed all of it, causing the somewhat effective blow. The blow hit Ásdís and injured her, however only slightly. This caused the wooden roots that held the characters to lessen the grip — loud inhales and exhales of relief were quickly to be heard.
Ryohu fell down on all four as all cats do, making contact with the cruel black ground. He swirled around, but the dust was too thick for him to notice anyone around him. As soon as he tried activating his animal senses, someone came running towards him, grabbed him as swiftly as possible and continued running towards where the trees were denser.
Right when the grip lessened, Eivör managed to push her way out of the roots and fall down to the ground. She quickly stood up and noticed that their calling card for a shameless escape had begun — it was only a sudden instinct to begin running.
But her mind was baffled. It was no question that Kollie got out and figured where to escape — it was a diversion created by him, after all. But what about the cat and the boy? The boy was in no condition to orientate thoroughly and walk, let alone sprint.
Instincts this time were something that Eivör decided not to follow.
While searching for a short period shelter, Kollie held Ryohu tightly in his arms. After only a couple of seconds after realizing his current whereabouts, Ryohu, strangely, started resisting the comfort of Kollie's arms.
"H-Hey! I have no idea whose cat you are, but Eivör seemed to like you, so I gotta carry you to safety! Please hold on tight" —
"Meeeow!"
"Ehh?! Why is this cat resisting?! Stop it, you can't go back! I'm rescuing you, God damn it!"
Kollie continued to carry Ryohu until they made a safe distance, and right when they did, the black dust began clearing out. Their observation spot was the least dried out shrub Kollie could manage to find.
At first, he held the rebellious cat by the tail in order to restrain him from escaping safety and compromising the not so convincing observation spot. Dazing moments after, Ryohu arrived to his senses and calmed down for the minute.
They both looked at the situation through sharp eyes. Not one of the wooden roots were moving and all of them were inanimate (as they should be) on the ground. Some were even laid on the previously defeated wooden dolls like fallen branches.
The clearing out soon unveiled three figures, all fairly distanced from each other.
The boy was on his sore feet, in the middle. He looked like a zombie. He kept falling over, spacing out and vomiting, however he would still manage to get back up.
Eivör, closest to Ryohu and Kollie, stopped running. She was looking at the boy. This was highly unlikely for her nature. A moment of silence appeared when least expected.
It broke soon after.
"Looks like… You're injured, as well."
The Witch was looking at the boy with pale face and dark eyes. Her left hand was placed a little above her right hip, either pressuring or instantly healing the wounded spot. The likeliness of the Witch was highly questionable and unpredictable, therefore her doings, as well as her next move, hid in the shadows.
She stared at the boy with a disturbing sense of disgust. With almost hollow movement, she removed her bright pale hands from the wound and started pointing at the foolishness of the boy.
"You ridicule yourself with such words."
"—"
"Your intention is to mock me and glorify your ways of getting to my psyche. The poor misconception of you stupid humans is that you will forever only remain humans, powerless and shameful!!" —
"And… What about you?"
[Stop…]
"You're the same, in the end… Powerless against the Lord, shameful to your pride…"
"You" —
[Stop…]
"There's only one difference, though…
You're a killer, and I am not."
After these truthful words made of shining gold, a voice of abrupt end joined the stallion and his golden shrine. Eivör's craving was so loud that it formed a story of thousand tantalized souls.
"Stop it… Please… You'll end up… Gone."
"I'm not stopping… Until I'm" —
"I don't want you gone. I don't want anyone else to disappear anymore."
"—"
While soaking up in freezing tears and dread, with the cracking dry voice of "enough is enough", Eivör let out her heartfelt confession. It was served to fly around the area and aim for the boy's persistent soul, hopefully meant to stay and reside in there forever. The boy was almost speechless — something that he rarely was.
As soon as he was about to open his mouth, the Witch launched not one, not two nor three, but four new wooden roots at unbelievable crushing speed. She kept silent, but her eyes revealed the anger of Death.
Two of the wooden roots headed for the boy, the other two for Eivör. Their equivocal doom was sent sprinting towards them in such a short time, at such a young age. They had no possible time to ponder about what they had come across.
As she sent the swift wooden roots on them, Ásdís felt presence of three new souls near her. She glanced to the side without moving her neck (only by twisting her head in ninety degrees) and found a screaming figure looking right at her.
It was a magic user that belonged to the seven, completely ready to ambush her.
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