Allen Iverson, the young boy walking in footpath alone with broken desires.
Killed his parents, finding that guy for years and now, hanging with a broken heart. The more broken he gets, colder he gets....
Sometimes his foots were leaving marks on path and his body was unleashing steams upwards. That time his eyes becomes blue from gray and sharper.
He sat on a bench quietly looking down. Hoping someone to call him and hug.....
That fifteen years old kid had a white gem hanging over his chest glowing in sunlight.
A vanguard officer was sitting beside him. Drinking tea and eating a baked bread. He noticed Allen sitting there for a long time.
The officer tried match up with the kid. He leaned forward.
" You've been here quiet a long time. Most kids of your age could be crying, denying, begging. But you..... You are like a statue carved from silence. Why? "
Allen stared at the street.
" Emotion is a currency I find no use for. It blinds, distracts, deceives. I prefer clarity. "
" Clarity doesn't explain blood stains on your hand. It doesn't explain the girl lying cold in the woods. Was she a distraction too? "
" She was a mirror. And mirrors, when broken, reflects too many truths..... and occasionally, sharp edges. "
" That sounds like poetry for someone who won't say what really happened. "
" Truth wears mask, officer. One person's justice is another one's tragedy. You see blood. I saw invetability. "
The officer acts sarcastic.
" Sure. And I see someone who's reading too much philosophy and not enough law. "
" Law is a tool. Philosophy is the reason we pretend the tool is noble. "
The Officer slightly rubbed his temple.
" You are exporting your headache to me. "
Allen sighed and looked down.
" That's just your soul trying to wake up. "
" Okay, Socrates, let's try it simple. You had a choice. "
" Choice is an illusion sold to those who are afraid of chaos. We walk paths drawn by unseen paths. Mine was painted in shadow from the beginning. "
" God, you are like a human fortune cookie...
If the cookie tasted like existential dread. "
Allen slightly amused.
" I aim to nourish. "
" You are not soulless. You lost. Somewhere between pain and detachment. "
" Maybe. Or maybe I am what happens when pain is felt so deeply... and for too long." Realised something and then looked at the officer. " Also, your tea smells like despair. "
Officer chuckled and looked at the mug.
" Well..... that tracks. "
....
In the far distance, above the hill, Henry busy chewing meat. Reminding objective he finishes his meal fastly. Martin Lawden, sitting quietly on a wooden chair, staring at Henry hiding his awkward smile behind the palm.
Henry took the plate after finishing meal and cleaned it by himself. He wasn't ready, what is going to happen next.
Martin chuckled and stood up taking Henry's vanguard hat.
" Uh..... Sir, that's mine. I mean, I need to leave now. " Henry said.
" Oh. " Gives the hat back. " You like squirrels? I am boiling it. Wanna try it before leaving? "
" Thanks, I am going. I am in hurry or I would like to stay. "
Martin was laughing making sound slightly. Henry found something suspicious in the person laughing. His eyes turned slowly wider.
Everything froze, time stops flowing. Henry's thoughts changed about the person. A mystical thaum, an abnormal spiritual shape that he never witnessed before. His one was staring at him, his teeth slowly raising midway. Henry had feeling he is in trouble, he is trapped. A strange, unfamiliar, undescribable creature was arising from shadow.
Focusing his thaum force in bullet, he swiftly took his revolver out and shoots. At the same time, a immense force shoved him backwards breaking the walls. While Martin broke the wall and fell on the other side because of the bullet.
Martin gets up chuckling. His arm was bleeding. Henry woke up, his head was bleeding from right side.
The Culprit they were talking about is here, Infront.....
Henry needs to secure the herbs in his hand. Henry ran near to Martin. When he reached there, he wasn't there. Only some blood on the floor.
Henry suddenly discovered another shadow which was coming from behind. Henry swiftly bowed his upper part down.
A sword swiftly went over his head turning the hut into two horizontally by the thaum pressure. Henry did a front flip and gets away from the attacker's range.
Henry looked up. Attacker's sword was slowly turning into ash. It might be a temporary Charm.
" The silence you left behind was louder than any scream, Martin Lawden. "
Martin smirked and pumped his fist.
" Looks like Vain teached you a lot of moves. I shall you some. "
" The way you've chosen is worthy of punishment. You still have if you wanna inherit the bright side. Vain was your friend, he might help you. "
" Justice is just a coin flipped by the powerful. I simply collect the debt it ignores. They call it punishment when I act. But when they do, it's law. The system forgives monsters in suits and punish children in shadows. And I balance the scales. I am not cruel, I am fairer than the world ever was to me. "
" You should have become my philosophy teacher in the university. "
" You already have one, but you don't know. That little kid. "
Henry immediately thought about the Charlatan from the Gambler path.
Martin chuckled and attacked immediately.
" TICK-TOCK, TICK-TOCK, TICK-TOCK "
Time froze, Henry was out of stamina at that time. He just took a break thinking a random matter deeply.
Suddenly a punch landed on his cheek. Henry stepped behind. Time flows again, but how?
Slowly the place becomes wet in light rain.
" Damn it, did you had any other time to fall?"
Martin was mad. Suddenly all the rain drops started to go up instead of falling. After some time the place became sunny.
Henry wasn't shocked seeing the weather change. Vain told him about Martin Lawden.
He is from Charmer path, state -3, The Fiend.
His capabilities are very terrible. His main hax is, what he wants–he gets the opposite always. If he just thinked about his family's goodness or prayed for them, it will just be a eternal curse. Same case if he thought badness and cursed his family, they live happily, but how he could?
Martin changed his to Henry from Sky.
" You are too weak reach the peak of your own ' Inventory ' and you will never. Now I am going to destroy the Church of Hazaya, hahaha! "
Martin immediately turned into a big cyclone itself. Henry thought about the news about the cyclone approaching, it was Martin who wrote the article...
The flash, wind, dust, everything was bothering. His ears were bleeding lightly because of the unfamiliar radiation thar cyclone was releasing.
Henry focused all his thaum in foot to stay stable on floor before covering his face with hands to avoid dust.
The cyclone slowly moved forward, toward the town of Prada.
Henry fell on his knee. He was very weak. He somehow managed to find the herbs in the destroyed hut and hurrily returns in town after washing his face in a river nearby.
Henry was very afraid about the situations he is about to face. He was ashamed, he was very weak to save his people.