World
of Dusk:
“The
Desperate”
Anthony
Greer
“World of Dusk:
The Wedding” is one of several origin stories that all tie into “The Raven of
Dusk” and its respective titles. “The Raven of Dusk” is a series that stands on
its own, while the “World of Dusk” is meant to exist as a series of backstories
and pivotal events that occur in the world of Noreis. Some of these stories
will be mentioned in the series, while others will exist only in the “World of
Dusk” origins. I hope you enjoy.
World of Dusk: The Desperate
The winds altered the landscape surrounding the Desert
Settlement that evening. Rowena had to cover her mouth and nose with her wavy
brown robes as she navigated through the maze of huts that existed long before
the skyscrapers of any of the city-states were erected. Most of the earliest
humans either moved or lived in this settlement which, after thousands of
years, contained only a little more than a hundred or two hundred huts in all.
The Elder’s Temple stood in the center of the
settlement. The Temple was a large pyramid structure what dwarfed the huts in
size and was made of solid crystal. It looked as though it belonged in the
city-state of Kalia, and that was exactly why this building was erected the way
it was. The secrets born in Ancient Kalia were taken to the other side of the
world and kept in the Elder’s Temple. Some of these secrets were left for only
Elder Bowii and Rowena to know. Others weren’t even entrusted with the Elder.
A circle of large crystal spires three-to-four times
her height surrounded the temple. The gaps between the spires were easy to slip
between, and the Temple guards stepped aside as she approached. They could tell
it was Rowena just by looking at her striking eyes and the wisps of blonde hair
that escaped through the hood of her robes. The whistles of the wind were cut
short when the doors were closed behind her, she threw her hood back and let
herself breathe the clean air while letting the rest of her hair escape.
Crystal pebbles tickled the bottoms of her feet while
she cast her eyes around the torch lit room at the statues of Mashinian
creatures all around. Hovering above a crackling fire in the Temple’s center
was the statue of Ormyra, the Mashinian Queen. Rowena exchanged glances with
the stone figure for a moment, then walked across the empty temple over to the
stairs that led up to the Elder’s chambers. Halfway up, the temple entrance
opened and closed behind her. When Rowena saw who’d just walked in, she slowly
walked back down the steps.
“I figured you’d be looking for me,” Elder Bowii, a
man of sixty, with a pair of the most youthful eyes Rowena had ever seen, said
as he met her in the middle of the room.
“We have to talk about this,” Rowena replied. The two
stood by one another; half of their faces were glowing in the bonfire’s flames.
“He is beginning to make some of the others very nervous. He’s been asking
questions about… he’s asking them things that only I can answer.”
“I’ve already reached an agreement with them: we
cannot show him the Projection of the Past,” the Elder said. “It is and it
always has been meant only for those that grew up here. Rexus Poloray might
know as much about the first race and the Transcendence Theory as any other
resident in this settlement, but he’s come to us as a scholar of Mashinian and
Ancient Kalian culture. This settlement, and our positions within it, cannot be
compromised by giving him further knowledge about either.”
Rowena nodded aggressively. “He already knows much too
much! ‘The Finality’ is not something that should be in any text or taught
somewhere beyond our sands. If they’re teaching that in schools now, then
someone from here has broken the oath.”
“That is highly implausible. Everyone that’s seen the
projection also knows of its importance. To talk about ‘The Finality’ or the
Transcendence Theory—”
“And yet he knows of both,” Rowena crossed her arms
and looked upon Elder Bowii as if the escaped knowledge was his fault. “This is
precisely what our settlement has been worried about ever since we learned of
the fate of the Mashinians. Transcendence was attempted once and look at what’s
happened! All that remains is a memorial in Kalia and the knowledge that we’ve
collected in its wake. No one can know of the Transcendence Theory beyond those
who know already.”
“Yes,” Elder Bowii said with a slight smirk. “The only
one who actually knows.”
Her blonde hair was beginning to look white and gray
in the fire’s light, and wrinkles that were usually absent from her face formed
lines that weren’t there before. “I’m starting to think that I should leave
this place.”
“Don’t be rash. We don’t know much about this man
yet.”
“We know enough!” Rowena let out a sigh along with her
steam. “We know that he’s curious and that he knows more than he should. We
also know the precautions that we need to take any time we feel that our
information is being threatened.”
“I will talk to him,” the Elder replied, aging just as
quickly as Rowena seemed to have been. “If I don’t like what I hear, then I
would be in agreement with you. I think that if you fled to Kilelick Falls now,
Mr. Poloray would only grow more inquisitive.”
Rowena shrugged. “He could be as curious as he wishes
then. It wouldn’t matter.”
“It would though,” the Elder said, looking upon Rowena
like a father would a daughter. Given that most of the settlement’s inhabitants
were married with children by the time they were sixteen, they could have very
easily been father and daughter, if arrangements were different. “You cannot
hide there forever. There are only so many resources that you can fit into an
air shuttle to take with you.”
“Fine,” she said sharply. “Talk to him, then. Figure
out his intentions and let me know if I have reason to worry. I’ll wait in your
office until you do.”
The Elder cocked his head. It wasn’t like Rowena to
dole out orders—especially since Elder Bowii was the leader of the settlement.
Rexus Poloray must have made her really nervous if she was demanding that he
speak with him now. She must’ve pondered Poloray’s intentions for quite some
time before addressing him.
The two diverged with Rowena going to the Elder’s
office and Elder Bowii returning outside. Both of them knew that it was going
to be a long night.
Rexus Poloray was easy to find in the storm that
night. Elder Bowii knew that there was very little chance that he would be
outside or visiting one of the other residents of the settlement. He rubbed many
of them the wrong way with the amount of knowledge he acquired before even setting
foot in their community.
Rexus spent that evening in the guest hut that he paid
for in goods and supplies during the month that he determined he’d spend in the
settlement. Several books on the history of the Desert Settlement and the
Mashinian race were stacked atop of one another on the coffee table. He was
nose deep in another one on the couch when Elder Bowii walked in. The
settlement’s guest put the text down and rose to his feet in the presence of
the Elder, then bowed as if the leader of the settlement was a monarch and not
just the leader of a couple hundred people.
“It’s quite a storm out there,” Rexus said, scratching
his short brown hair while he stood a head taller than the Elder. “The worst
I’ve seen since I’ve been here.”
Elder Bowii nodded, but had no interest in small talk.
Rowena wanted an answer from him as soon as possible. She was rarely
authoritative, and he wasn’t keen on disappointing her.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look so serious,”
Rexus said. “What do you wish to say to me?”
“We need to know why you’re here.”
“We?” Rexus
slipped around the coffee table between them and approached the elder with a
more aggressive look on his face than Rowena gave him.
The twinkle in Elder Bowii’s eyes dimmed in Rexus’
shadow. When he spoke, he did so with a stern voice that emphasized each word
very slowly. “You’ve come here with a purpose. You wouldn’t have acquired the
knowledge you did beforehand if you didn’t have one, and I’ve no doubt that
you’ve learned that there are secrets here that you cannot unlock anywhere else
in the world—and that is for good reason, I assure you.”
“I agree,” Rexus replied. “Unfortunately, I’m in need
of those secrets now.”
The Elder crossed his arms defiantly, feeling as
though he turned to stone. There would be no way for Rexus Poloray to get the
information he claimed to need. Rexus should’ve known that only Rowena had such
information anyway, so harming the settlement’s Elder in any way wouldn’t be
any sort of solution for their enigmatic visitor.
A wave of gray floated onto Rexus’ face. His eyes
shrunk in a somberness that overcame his size and solemnity. It wasn’t Rexus’
intention to harm the Elder, whether Elder Bowii believed it going into the
guest hut or not. “I have come here because I have run out of places to turn. I
am in need of your help, but there is only so much I can tell you.”
“It is not me who is ailed.”
Elder Bowii thought to respond, but stopped himself
and let Rexus go on.
“There is someone very dear to me that is hurting. I
acquired information about an order of people that can help, but I haven’t been
able to find anything on them besides what my source has already told me.
Unfortunately, he refuses to say anymore on the matter, and I can no longer
communicate with him.”
The Elder absorbed Rexus’ words. “The only information
that we have here can be read in those books or told to you by the members of
this settlement.”
“Yes, because they’ve been ever-so-helpful. From the
moment I set foot here all of you have given me the same pensive and wary stare.
You’re wearing it on your face even now! Deep inside, you are questioning the
real reasons for why I’ve come but you’re scared to say something that you’ve
been taught to conceal. I am the outlier in your land of order or community,
and none of you have been nearly as welcoming as I was led to believe.”
The Elder knew that he couldn’t show Rexus weakness.
He crossed his arms over his chest in a combination of defiance and
defensiveness, and forced himself to alter his expression so that he didn’t
appear how Rexus told him he looked.
“Don’t bother to pretend otherwise now. I have no
tolerance for people who aren’t being themselves. The stares that all of you
give me are the same looks that I’ve received my whole life. I got them as a
child in class because of the rags that I wore and because the slums that I
lived in didn’t have showers. I had to bathe in the public fountains and pools,
and was often ridiculed by others and taken out by authority figures who told
me that I was ‘offending the public’,” he said with air quotes. “I can tell you
what is really offensive—the constant disregard and ignorance of those that
have nothing and are continuously put down when they try to better themselves.
Only two people in my life have ever cared about me. One of them abandoned me
when I was very young to pursue a better situation for herself. The other…
“Your stares; your looks of disgust and indignation
are meaningless to me. I couldn’t give two shits about bothering you or anyone
else with the inconvenience of asking questions that I want the answers for.
I’ve been staring into the dead eyes and pursed lips of those that despise me
my whole life. I will not see the same look in her eyes. I will not tolerate
being kept at a distance again for something that’s not in my control. You
people—your settlement—can help me, and all I’ve gotten thus far were weeks’
worth of uncomfortable stares and empty words. I’m through with it. It is time
that I get my answers, and its times that you give them to me.”
“To which answers are you referring?” Elder Bowii
asked, fighting a furious battle with the muscles in his face to avoid giving
Rexus the same look he’d just gone on a diatribe about. “You’ve yet to ask me
what you want to know, or even why you wish to ask it. Who is this woman that
you speak of? Is it a loved one—a lover, perhaps? And who told you to come here
of all places? We are not in the business of remedies.”
“But you are in the business of the Transcendence
Theory.”
“Everything we know is in those books,” Elder Bowii
shot back. “They have been for thousands of years.”
Rexus shook his head nonchalantly. “That is woefully
untrue. I know of the projection that you will not show me. I don’t know the
full story, but I have an idea that it would fill in some of the blanks.”
Elder Bowii took another long moment before speaking.
He was surprised that Rexus didn’t fill the silence with more frustration.
Despite his scathing tone, the settlement’s visitor remained composed and
quietly waiting for the Elder to reply. “Whatever information there is to
acquire in the projection, that we have never shown another soul aside from
those that were born and raised in this settlement, will not help you learn of
the Transcendence Theory. The Theory represents exactly what we in this settlement’s
residents are meant to remain cautious about. We cannot allow what happened
before to happen again. The Transcendence Theory can never be attempted. The
results would alter the entire world and make the years of the blackened skies
look like a couple of billowy white clouds floating by in the distance. Even if
this person you speak of is ill and the Transcendence Theory can somehow
help—which has nothing to do with curing one’s illness, the risk of achieving
Transcendence is not worth the bettering of one’s life.”
The Elder expected Rexus to show frustration, but
their guest remained eerily calm. His stillness was more intimidating than if
their visitor had actually attempted to be menacing towards him. He wondered if
Rexus knew that he was putting him on edge. Was this all a mind game for him?
The blowing wind was louder than either of the men for
a moment. They could hear the sand splashing across the hut’s walls like
millions of tiny pellets coating the exterior while continuing its cyclonic movement.
If this storm continued, it would no longer be safe to step outside. Elder
Bowii couldn’t imagine someone he’d prefer to be stuck with less than Rexus
Poloray until the storm subsided.
Rexus waited until the whistling died down for a
moment to respond. Melancholy overcame his eyes, burying his anger and
frustration deep behind them. “I am a human who has only felt humanity twice in
my life. One is lost to me, and the other is sick. If I lose the last person in
this world who has shown my kindness, I may also lose my last shred of
humanity. Can you imagine what thirty-two years of boundless disappoint does to
somebody? I am here because I am desperate. I know very little of this theory,
but I know that there are those who can use it to help. In order for me to
receive that help, I need to know whatever you can tell me.”
Rexus was met with a prolonged stare and an arched
eyebrow from the Elder. “Who are these people?”
The Elder waited for Rexus to reply. While the visitor
struggled to figure out what he could tell him, he saw more humanity in that
man than he’d seen from him from the moment he approached them about the
Theory. “I only know of one by name: Jaiden Lefendos.”
“I have never heard of him.” It was a quick response,
but also the truth.
Rexus frowned. “It is possible that someone here
might?”
“No. I have lived here for all of my sixty years.
Never once have I stepped beyond these dunes, and I have met every soul that
has passed through here. Again, the Transcendence Theory will not help your loved
one. Whoever told you otherwise is either mistaken, or wants you to learn of it
for their own benefit. I pray for you and all of Noreis that it’s the former
rather than the latter, because if someone is looking to achieve Transcendence,
it is not to make the world a better place.”
Rexus was shaking his head the entire time. “If you
will not tell me the truth, then I will have to find out some other way.”
As dangerous as the storm outside was becoming, the
Elder preferred to weather it and rush back to the safety of the temple rather
than stay with this man a second longer. “There is no other way.” The Elder
turned around and started walking towards the door.
“Be careful out there,” Rexus snarled as the Elder
reached for the handle. “The storm is only going to get worse.”
The dust storm forced the Elder to cover everything
but his eyes as he squinted to find the direction of the temple. Through the
cyclonic winds that blew stands on their sides and turned huts into dust
mounds, he found the outer circle of spires that were threatened to be ripped
from their bases several feet beneath the sand. The tiny settlement that he
spent all of his days in was barely recognizable in the whirls of sand and
bright bolts of thunder and lightning from above. The sounds they made were
louder than if air shuttles were to collide at full speed.
With each step the sand tried to envelope his feet as
it swirled about, threatened to trap him like quicksand if he didn’t move
quickly. He closed his eyes as much as he could and trudged forward, catching
glimpses of the spires and the temple beyond every time the sky grew bright and
roared. He clenched his lips shut in fear of choking on the grains and held his
breath to avoid inhaling it. The wind did its best to blow him sideways, but he
kept pushing forward, using the spires as markers and fighting the gusts
whenever he could.
The Elder felt five years younger when he reached the
handles and focused all of his strength on trying to open one of them against
the wind as it threatened to tackle him to the floor. Rexus was right: the
storm was only getting worse. As he struggled, he envisioned himself being
knocked to the ground and covered with several feet of dirt in a matter of
seconds. He could dig and dig as furiously as he could, but there would be no
emerging from a sandy grave. He threw open the door and rushed inside before
that vision could ring true. The wind slammed the door shut right after,
trapping him inside the temple until the storm subsided.
Inside the thick crystal walls, the wind was muffled
to the point where he could barely hear the storm at all. The fire pit in the
center, the Mashinian statues, the ground, the walls, and everything in-between
remained unscathed. The Elder threw the hood of his robes back and several
layers of sands coated the floor. He spat out the grains that forced their way
into his mouth and picked his nose until he could breathe clearly again. He
felt that it would be days before he got all of the sand out of his crevasses,
but at least he was no longer trapped with Rexus Poloray. He could weather the
rest of the storm in peace.
Or so he thought.
Rowena emerged from his chambers and stood at the top
of the stairs with her arms crossed, looking just as frustrated as she had
before. “What have you to tell me?”
Elder Bowii crossed the temple as more sand continued
to fall from his robes, leaving an easy trail for anyone to find him. He
reached the base of the stairs and Rowena turned around, stepping back into his
chambers. He followed her inside and shut the door behind them.
She stood on the other side of his desk with lips as
tight as his had been during his journey back to the temple. He ignored her
expression until he sat back in his chair and allowed the cushions to absorb
his suddenly exasperated body. He let out a long, deep breath, and envisioned
himself getting buried in the storm again.
Rowena wasn’t about to let him feel grateful for long.
“Do I need to leave for Kilelick Falls or not?”
The Elder shook his head, then pondered nodding. “He
was very cryptic. Someone, I’m assuming a woman that he loves, has fallen ill.
He was told by a source—he wouldn’t say whom—that the Transcendence Theory can
help her, but that doesn’t make any sense. There’s nothing about the Theory or
‘The Finality’ that would be even remotely helpful, and given that he’s a
scholar of Ancient Kalian and the Mashinian race, he should know that.”
“So he made up a bullshit story to make you feel sorry
for him?” Rowena asked. “It makes sense. You are a softy.”
“Yes, but you would think that someone as smart as
Rexus would concoct a more believable story if he was looking to fool us. He
might not know as much as we’re led to believe.”
“That’s good.”
“But someone does.”
Rowena scoffed. “What does that mean? Should I head to
Kilelick Falls or not?”
“I don’t know,” the Elder replied. “It’s complicated…
if he told me the full truth just now, then someone has reached out to him and
is trying to get information about the Transcendence Theory. My guess is that
they would want it in exchange for information about whatever sickness this
woman has.”
“None of that makes any sense,” Rowena barked. “If
she’s sick, she can see a doctor. The Transcendence Theory can only do harm,
and everything you’ve told me is speculative. I think he was just sending you
in circles. I’m going to head to the Falls.”
“There’s a little more,” the Elder said before Rowena
could storm out and try her luck with the tumultuous winds. “He didn’t tell me
the name of his source, but he did mention that a group of people might be able
to help this woman. One of them is a man named Jaiden Lefendos. Have… have you
ever heard of him?”
Rowena’s bottom lip parted from the top one. Her jaw
didn’t drop, but there was something about that last bit of information that
caught her off-guard. It might have pertained to the scraps of knowledge that
the Conservators of the Mashinian secrets passed down to one another that were
kept from even the settlement Elders.
“Is that at all helpful?” Elder Bowii asked, hoping
that she would answer him.
“Maybe,” she muttered. “A group of people that might
be looking to achieve the Transcendence Theory… you don’t think that he could
be referring to…”
Elder Bowii cocked his head. “To what?”
“Nothing,” Rowena replied immediately. “I am sorry, I
was just recalling a myth in my head. It’s nothing important, just a story that
was passed down to me—more of an urban legend, really.”
Elder Bowii was commonly a jolly man, free of woes or
frustration. However, between Rexus’ enigmatic words, Rowena’s foul
disposition, and risking his life to return to his temple, his patience was
waning. “If it’s an urban legend, then you can tell me what is going on.”
Rowena paused, pondering whether or not she could
speak to him about things that were never to be told to anyone (or at least so
he assumed). “There are rumors about a group of people—an order that is similar
to ours, but doing the exact opposite. While we long to prevent knowledge of
the Transcendence Theory from spreading, they’re actively looking to achieve
it. If someone reached out to Rexus Poloray and asked him to go looking for it
in exchange for something in return, then… no. No, no way,” she said defiantly.
“The story is thousands of years old. If this order ever existed, they are
extinct now.”
“Do you really—”
“Rexus was deceiving you,” she said, looking more
certain than ever. “All of this was a ruse in order for you feel bad enough for
him that you would try and convince the others to let him see the projection of
the past. Whatever reasons he has, its best that he leave us—and more
importantly, it’s for the best that I leave, too. Thank you for the information
you’ve given me. I think it’s time that I go to Kilelick Falls.”
“Tonight?! In this weather?”
Rowena looked him in the eyes and nodded slowly.
“Someone is either playing a trick on him, or he is playing a trick on you.
Either way he is desperate and desperate men do desperate things. I am safer
flying out in that storm tonight than I am if we wait to see which of those
possibilities is the true one.”
Elder Bowii watched as Rowena left quickly without
saying another word. As the door to his chambers shut, he was able to hear the
storm continue to roar on. It was the worst storm the settlement had in months,
but in light of Rowena’s words, it was also the least of his concerns.
Rowena spat out the sand she’d swallowed while
fighting with her front door in the storm. It took all of her strength to open
it and, when she was inside, it slammed shut behind her and rattled the entire
hut. She wiped the rest of her sand off of her face with her brown sleeve, but
she knew that she’d be shooting it out of her nostrils for many days to come.
She pulled her hood back, where her hair was mostly concealed and avoided
getting mounds of sand stuck in it—to which she was very grateful. The last
time they had a storm of this magnitude, she was washing it out of her hair for
a week!
She slipped out of her robes, wearing a dress of the
same color underneath and placed a hand on each hip. If she was to leave, she
needed to pack everything she had. Rexus wouldn’t expect her to leave in the
middle of the storm. Only a crazy person would. Crazy, or desperate.
Rowena should have started by packing her meats,
breads, and clothes. Her air shuttle was only so big and she needed to pack
necessities first. The Conservator’s heart, however, thought differently. The
first time she’d ever gone to Kilelick Falls on her own, she made extra copies
of the photos and video images of her family—the family that left her long
before when she and her husband realized that they were meant for different
things. The pictures of him and their son, and then pictures of them and her
grandson in their homes, the Tri-City forest, and wherever they went together,
remained in a box beneath her bed. She once thought to leave them in the Falls,
but she never did. Personal belongings were never meant to stay there.
She entered her bedroom, where a silhouette was
waiting for her. Rowena tried to scream, but the figure was quick and leapt
through the shadows like a demon and clutched her mouth shut as the back of her
head slammed against the wall.
“I’ve spent thirty-two years struggling to find my
path, and another twelve trying to understand what happened to her,” the man
scathed as he towered over her. She could see nothing but his deep, intense
eyes and the large hand blocking her mouth from making a sound. He continued to
speak calmly, but sternly. “I had a feeling that Elder Bowii didn’t know
everything. He hides his secrets in his eyes and I peered through them so
determined to find something that I reached the back of his skull and found a
lack of answers. But you… you just told me everything I needed to know.”
Rexus withdrew his telecom. The 4x4 inch screen cast
an eerie white glow in the room and gently graced his face like a thumbnail of
the moon. In the center was a control screen with a large red button. He
pressed it, and Rowena’s face paled to the same color as the screen.
“I am sorry,” she heard herself say, “I was just
recalling a myth in my head. It’s nothing important, just a story that was
passed down to me—more of an urban legend, really.”
He
bugged the Elder’s Temple…
Elder Bowii replied. “If it’s an urban legend, then
you can tell me what is going on.”
“There are rumors about a group of people—an order
that is similar to ours, but doing the exact opposite. While we long to prevent
knowledge of the Transcendence Theory from spreading, they’re actively looking
to achieve it. If someone reached out to Rexus Poloray and asked him to go
looking for it in exchange for something in return, then… no. No, no way. The
story is thousands of years old. If this order ever existed, they are extinct
now.”
Rexus clicked off the telecom and the room went dark
again. “You know about the Ravens of Dusk. I wasn’t certain until you told me yourself.
I’m surprised that you even let that much slip about them to the Elder.”
Rowena grumbled through his hand. She tried to speak,
but his hand was pressed so hard against her mouth that she felt her lips
merging with her teeth.
“You can scream all you wish,” Rexus flashed his teeth
with a sinister grin. “No one will hear you in this storm.”
Rexus was probably surprised when she didn’t attempt
to call for help when his hand left her lips. Instead, she kept her calm and
stared into his dark eyes surrounded in an abyss. “How do you know about the
Ravens of Dusk? Who is Jaiden Lefendos?”
“I figured that you would know less about their order
than I.” He sighed and placed a hand in his robes, putting away his telecom and
playing with something else. “But that’s fine. I don’t need information about
the Ravens of Dusk. I just need to know about the Transcendence Theory.”
A flash of silver flew from his pocket and rushed
toward her neck, stopping right at her jugular, tickling her with the sharpness
of the blade. She had to hold in her breath so that the knife wouldn’t dig into
her skin.
“If I kill you now, there will never be another person
to conserve the Mashinian secrets. Only one at a time… you are the only person
to know the secret entrance to Kilelick Falls, and everything that is meant to
be confined from the rest of the world may only be known by those of the Ravens
of Dusk.”
“You can kill me now then,” she replied with every
ounce of courage she could muster. “Because I will never tell you about the Transcendence
Theory.”
His head cocked and his grin widened in the darkness.
“This blade isn’t meant for you.”
In an instance, the entire world fell silent. The
winds stopped whistling, her heart stopped beating, and her breath bottlenecked
in her throat and refused to escape her lips. She thought she was about to pass
out before he even elaborated on his statement.
“I’ve learned in the last few years or so that
everyone has a way of talking. You are too strong of a woman to not sacrifice
yourself, but would you sacrifice the life of your grandson, little Riles
Arias, in order to keep the Transcendence Theory a secret?”
“You… Don’t you dare—”
“Riles Arias of thirty-two Daven Way in Malysai would
just be the beginning of the pain that I would inflict upon your family. See, I
wouldn’t kill him right now. He would just disappear into the nothingness that
I’ve lived in my whole life. I would take videos of him being tortured and you
would never know from where. Then the rest of you will start getting pieces of
him in the mail. A finger here, a toe there… I’ll send you his eyes so that you
can look upon them and recall the moment that you refused to tell me what I
desperately need to know. This is what happens when a man has nothing left to
lose; he no longer gives a shit about anyone else, because even at eight that
boy has lived a much fuller and happier life than I can even fathom. Too bad
all he’ll remember of it is the pain of this knife pressed against his scrawny
little neck, and then all you or your ex-husband and son will ever be able to
remember is the screaming…”
Her tears made it harder to see the smirk on his face,
but she could feel the hate radiating from him like the heat of a million Helas.
There was nothing in his tone that gave her any indication that he wouldn’t do
everything that he said he would.
“I could make it go on for months… and if that’s not
convincing enough, I’ll move on to the next person you love the most. And then
the next… I will make you regret ever learning the secrets you refuse to tell
me until I then take this knife and do the same to you. So, Conservator, what
will it be? Are you ready to let your whole family die for your secrets, or
will you help a man who has desperately needed it, but not as much as another
needs mine?”
The words were caught in her throat. She wasn’t sure
how much time passed by or if she was bleeding, or sweating, or crying, or a
combination of the three. All she knew was that, at some point in the delirium
and the desperation, her lips started moving, and Rexus Poloray followed her
every word…
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