In mories, his face was rely an illusion, his life rely a story to his mind. And the reason for it was simple.
Those that dare to ss with fate, chance oblivion. Their entire existence or ntion will be removed from reality, what remains are their actions and nothing more.
Only a few can retain the mory of their existence, people with strong spirits, and mystics. "Acting like you care after disappearing all those years ago... I don’t want your charity." Darde reprimanded his sister, who looked at her little brother, barely able to see similarities in who he used to be.
He changed so much that it almost felt alien to her. But this is what happens when soone is left on their own. Her brother adapted to his situation, finding a life of his own in this city and with responsibilities; his conduct changed as well.
"That is not for you to decide, I will do what I must to ensure your safety." Her grandfather, although a major fool when it cos to looking into the future, was never wrong. Not to ntion, she had seen the scene herself and more so.
The face she saw over her dad brother and his wife, the rats that poured into the city devouring all those that got in their way, the death and destruction that was to follow if she can, she will try to prevent it.
This is the least she can do, after all of what has happened.
"I don’t need your help." Darde refused outright. It’s not the fact that he was being selfish or childish here. No, it was none of that.
’She is already hurt.’ If his sister were to tell more details of the future to him or expose so big secret, with no background or capabilities of their grandfather to back her up, she might end up dying a cruel death of her own.
Which Darde doesn’t want to see. "Go and leave this city with Nerissa. If you want to do sothing, then protect her, I won’t hear anything else." Darde already had so tis in mind, the timing of it all, the way his sister ca, and the cult that was operating in the dark.
Random things when co together already had ford a picture in his head. ’I will probably die.’ That is sothing set in stone, and Darde was not going to escape it no matter what.
One thing was already certain, with no knowledge of who wished to end him, it was certain that he wouldn’t be able to et his family until that matter was dealt with, the rest, his contract with the cultist ensured that he couldn’t escape this city.
’As long as they are safe.’ With not much to talk about, Darde got up, his thoughts already solidified on what steps to take, what to do to ensure his family’s safety, and how he was going to ensure that nothing serious ended up happening in the city.
’I... I hoped things would have been different.’ In truth, he wanted to have a normal relationship with his sister as well, who to him was always closer to a mother. And if the situation was far simpler, he would have loved to see her visit without any anger to even speak of.
That’s the kind of person Darde was, a simple man when it ca to family.
But life, it’s a cruel thing, it likes to play jokes on you, dirty jokes that only soone sick would find funny.
"Why are you smiling?" His wife asked, privy to the conversation he had with his sister. "Nothing much... Just glad that I got to et all of you."
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Farhad looked above the city, his eyes disjointed, one falling below his cheek as if his face was lting, the other slowly multiplying replacing the eye that fell. "This city." It was nightti and currently, after being annoyed by the gazes that were following him day and night, Farhad dared to fight them.
And the result?
Half his brain was fried, along with his right eye. "Understandable I guess." Rudrain was a city right from hell. On the surface, it appeared to be a city comprised of five major districts, with the sixth district situated directly in the center of the city, where only the royals and their guards lived.
But those with greater insight can see so more things.
They can see that the city above was rely an illusion, the things below, now were the stuff of legends. ’Ignorance is really better.’
Currently, he flew in the air, away from his family, hoping to prevent any backlash that might be sent his way harming them. And the other reason for it was. "Speak of it, why are you so focused on ?" Farhad asked, his voice low, aware that whichever existence had been keeping an eye on him was now entirely focused on him.
As expected, a reply ca: "Arrogance... I would have killed you if I was not stuck here." The voice alone caused cracks to form in Farhad’s skin, which healed instantly, but this alone showed how strong this particular existence was.
"And I would have killed you if I was any stronger... I don’t like when others watch ." With Jester, he can’t do much. But this one, he can. He can crush him as long as he has strength.
"Haha... I hate you. The day I get out, you will be the 52820185th to die by my hand." Spoke this man, his voice cracking and filled with murderous intent. But it was obvious, due to this very murderous intention, that this being was tied up in the city.
As for who did this, it was obvious without even thinking.
"I don’t intend to die, nor can I die," Farhad spoke before turning to look toward the city. "Why are you watching so intently... others do that, but from ti to ti, they don’t bother making it as obvious as you do... why?"
There were many legends in the districts, all of whose job was to maintain security for the royal family.
Their gazes were obvious, and most of the ti, in houses like his sister’s where Prince Amir lived, those gazes were entirely absent, with the exception of this one.
So before Farhad left, he wanted to understand what made this one so special. And to so extent, he knew. ’A slave.’ Slaves were banned in Cynark, for those were practices from the more uncivilized part of their history.
But what if, there are slaves that exist since those rules were even conceived?
And not like these rules ever mattered to those in power.
The rules were made to keep the powerless in check, it was to ensure they don’t cause too much chaos.
"You... there is not much I can say... but I will say it if you help kill those 52820184 before you, then I might just tell you why."
"... Then don’t talk." Farhad had felt so familiarity from this gaze, which is why he bothered to interact with it, to begin with, but it’s obvious that talking to this fool is like talking to a wall. Because no way in hell, he is getting a strong answer.
Which he was correct. But before he could think anything further, the voice showed so panic seeing Farhad leave its domain influence and spoke. "Everyone will co for you, you are one of my kind... and we can’t be free for long. If not empires, then it will be gods."
"Are you talking about anomalies?" Farhad paused and looked behind. But no reply ca again, even the gaze disappeared. ’Did the constraints kick in?’
’Well whatever... I should focus on leaving this place for now.’
He had long said his goodbyes to his mother and so that she doesn’t throw a tantrum like a child, he even inford his sister of it before he left so she can take care of their mother.
Obviously, he was leaving in na only.
And by the ti he felt that no gazes followed him anymore, his body exploded in gore, turning into a bloody mist that speared through the area and in turn erased any signs of Farhad’s existence.
And by the ti he rematerialized, he was already in a small cave, filled with figures that showed so surprise seeing Farhad arrive. "We thought you were never coming back." He is back with his new family.
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