Weeks later...

There in Paris, the distinct essence of France, It was early morning. Inside the big house, a black bald man with a big mustache was sitting at a wooden table facing his wife. He was like thirty years old. They were chattering while drinking their hot coffee.

The man was telling his wife about the nightmare he had last night saying, "It was like the night has fallen and everything turned dark. I saw a little boy running away. His village was destroyed by some kind of monsters who had ugly faces, and he was so afraid. His eyes were full of tears.

I saw the flames eating the ground; it was a scary scene.

The kid was exhausted, so he tried to hide from the monsters, but someone came approach; he was a freak with no visible features on his face, full of power and so black. He saw the kid and froze. In that moment exactly, I realized that there'll be no terror such as seeing the devil itself. I could not tolerate any more and I had to wake up with sweat on my skin.

I'm tired of watching the same nightmare every time I go to bed. It's awful, but I found a solution. This punishment has to end."

Here, the wife Anne replied with compassion saying, "Hey, Jack... listen to me. What happened to this world was neither your mistake nor theirs to mourn. I'm sure that you're gonna meet your friends again somewhere, whatever was the distance, cuz you are a family after all."

The husband Jackson said, "I'm suffering because I broke an important promise, so I need to fix things up."

Their hands were on the table so he put his on hers and said, "Anne, you know I can't stay no longer. It's not safe for you or me"

She said with tears burning her eyes, "So, you say you're leaving."

He stared at her for a while to say with heavy words, "You know, after what happened lately, I don't know if there was a leak about me. I feel like there is someone watching us. Don't worry you'll be safe here, because they will search for me."

She said quietly, "Not only them. I search for you all the time."

With anger and grief, Anne looked at her husband's eyes, then she pulled her hand and walked away.

With a serious impression on his face, Jackson took a lighter out of his pocket just to light up his fancy pipe which was embedded with gold. He got up from the chair and walked out onto the balcony holding his mobile phone.

Out there, Jackson looked anxious. He held the pipe by his teeth and started smoking. He saw the time on his hand watch.

He saw the time on his hand watch

After a while, the phone rang. He raised it up to see the dialing number, then he answered (on one-sided perspective), "I called you last night. I believe you were asleep. Aha... listen we're leaving tonight... there is no time for questions. Get ready. Pack your stuff. We need a safe house... ok, be careful. Gotta go now. Catch ya later."

After he finished the call, Jackson Fyber walked right in, and when he put his phone on the shelf, a message popped up through the phone screen. It says, "Mr. Snyder, you have to be ready for the annual anniversary. The celebration is about an hour from now." Fyber said with a low tone, "Oh, I almost forgot about that! I don't know what to wear. First, I have to take off this stupid robe."

Fyber started looking for the right suit to wear at the celebration, and when he found the one, he changed his clothes hurriedly and walked out of the dressing room.

The husband felt sad for his wife, so he wanted to check on her.

Anne was sitting in the bedroom and the door was closed. Fyber tried to open it but it was also locked, so he knocked calling her name. Unfortunately there was no response.

He spoke from the other side saying, "You have to know that I'm doing this for us. I mean look around. We're living a lie. I can't even use my real name out in the public... you know, I dealt with many MAGIKENS and MUSIKENS since I was a kid. I used to make their outfits. They knew how to estimate my work. They believed in my art like I believed in yours. I didn't imagine that your drawings would bring us together. Now I'm trapped because of that... Mortal! I don't know yet what he has on me. I saw some of the documents he published but they were thousands and thousands like a huge stream. I couldn't read them all, but I'm not afraid anyway. I'll build a dream of a friend of mine, and whatever it takes, I will."

This moment was so crucial to Fyber, so he took a deep breath before he walked out of the house, and on the front door, his driver was waiting.

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#CHRONICLE:

As it came in the leaked documents and based on some historian books: when man first acknowledged magic, he gave special terms for those who deal with it, so others can avoid the nomenclature...

-Magiken (the one who has inherited powers running through his bloodline).

-Musiken (a human who use the Malroi "Magical musical instruments" to fight Magikens).

The Malroies believed to be made of the most powerful source of magic; an ancient tree with unknown origin.