The geezer at home was babbling about sending me to the Blest Academy in Varlem. Though I told him there isn't anything that they could teach me, he commanded me to go there. That old man is going mad because none of his "honorable ancestors" were a blest but I agreed since it will be a nice change of scenery, away from these two pigs and that turd.
Come to think of it, he hasn't been around here has he? Did he drown himself in the river realizing all that he was worth? Nah, he won't have the courage to do even that.
These two pigs followed me near the village's outskirts after eating whatever that chef had brought me. I don't really get why they act so disgustingly for something like food and stay around just to lick my arse but I deem them better than that turd in a way that they know their place while he always had a sliver of contempt in his eyes as if he was looking down on me even though he didn't dare raise a finger. It really rubbed my nerves but I restrained myself from ending his pitiful life since that old fool of my father would just go berserk, he somehow seems reluctant to interact with this turd's family.
"Tchh. Let's go." I said kicking a stone as we had reached the end of the village. My father must have slept so no pests would annoy me now.
"Aye" Bran replied. I turned around to walk back but something felt odd.
I didn't hear the sound of the stone hitting the ground.
Though I turned back but couldn't see anything beyond what small area the torches feebly lit, a few moments later, two gems shone from the dark. They gleamed brightly green, unaffected by the night's gloom, slightly reflecting the torch's crimson. I impulsively stepped backward as I realized those gems were nearing.
"Jo-John wha's dat?"
They were eyes. I could make out a figure in the dark as it came closer. I suddenly crouched and placed my hand on the ground to cage in that thing but it still moved straight towards us. Are my powers not working? No, they are, this thing is just eluding them...effortlessly. More importantly, why am I even attacking someone who's just coming to the village?
A crown? No, they are hair. The silver strands shone orange, reflecting the flames. Wait-What?
Turd? Is it him?
All of my suspicions vanished as the figure emerged from the dark, standing a few steps beyond me.
It is him. But then why? Why is it that I am hesitant to say anything? Am I afraid? Afraid my ass! I am the only blest in this whole village, all nearby villages. I controlled my ability at such young age that even the veteran warriors stayed awestruck. Why would I be afraid of this unsightly cockroach.
"Where have you been? Got abducted or something?" I asked. He has been beaten down bad. Welts and bruises all over his body and tattered clothes. But still he seems to have managed to save that jacket draping over his shoulder. How I would have treated him had I been the one of those abductors, just imagining it makes me laugh.
No reply. He just silently walked towards us, no, towards the village, dragging a pile of what seemed like squirrel corpses.
Did he just ignore me?!
I furiously put my hand over his shoulder, pressing it hard. Still, he just silently walked past as if nothing ever touched him. This turd!
"How are those freeloaders in your house?" I sneered. Can't ignore now, can you turd? He abruptly stopped and looked back over his shoulder. His eyes made me uneasy...What is this? " Tell them I'll be more than willing to let them stay with me if Sara comfor-"
I was cut short by a laugh, his laugh. He laughed while his eyes bore straight into mine. A sudden burst of cold took over my body, I was enraged yet even my brows refused to move into a frown. It was a thud that made me realize the two bastards around me were down, splayed out with their eyes wide open. What the?! This filth dared to stay around me all the time?
Then it happened.
It was no more than an instant yet I felt as if I had been encased in ice for hours... Am I imagining things?
The green in his eyes had moved out, unveiling a disc of gold from underneath. A broad grin on his face put an end to his former laugh...I felt a cold current from his direction, as if the very air was being obedient to him. That air, which normally would have been a relishing breeze somehow pierced through me, making even my heart stop, as if whispering in my ear to just stop, play dead.
The grin on his face straightened as his brows came closer and those golden eyes probed my face, almost curious, then that expression turned into something inexplicable. Those beautiful golden discs suddenly turned into a cold gaze. The face had an expression of genuine uninterest... as if looking at a dog... no, it was as if the person in front of me-Stevenson Willwin-was just deeming an insect, that just bit him, not worth squashing.
Have I ever felt this? No, I had never felt it and maybe that's why I didn't realize sooner. Horror took over me in the truest sense...I was kneeling...even though I didn't remember having done so, I was kneeling as if it was the most natural thing to do.
A sense of calm warmed my whole body as I saw his head turn back towards the village. He lifted his hand, which a strange bird came down and perched on. Then he walked on, dragging that pile behind him, as he said in a deep, cold tone in complete contrast to his usual timid squeaks:
"A louse survives only as long as it stays obscured."
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