The Far Reaches are a realm that according to Granny are older than even her and her brother, that when they were kids, the Far Reaches were already ancient, but it’s this absurdly far off and extremely warded other dimension, the entire realm is said to be cursed and warded by gates.
“But that’s…” I started,
“H.P lived in the area you were, he made up a city in his books that’s right by you. You are so fucking like Kay, and I are horror-nuts” they said pinching their bridge, “He was a Seer, but not a normal one.”
“What do you mean?”
“His family was cursed…they didn’t see magic and through illusions like other Seers like Anthony, he saw past all of existence and what he saw was said to have been deeply rooted…in the Far Reaches. There’s no records or even any ideas as to who or what cursed them to see the Far Reaches, we only know that whomever cursed them was probably from there or had some deep affiliation with the realm. A city called Arkham, where Miskatonic U is, learned of this and healed his bodily injuries and helped his mind, but…he left, and they say that’s why he died. All of the books and stories he wrote were said to have been about the Far Reaches.”
“But…they can’t leave the Far Reaches, Granny said that there’s no possible way for them to get out or anyone to get in.”
“But that doesn’t mean magic can’t get out.” Zavi said before sighing, “I’ll tell you that much, Vlad, but…to be honest, telling you a lot of this information feels…bad on my part and uncomfortable, almost like you had me do a background check on him or something. I feel like the person who should be telling you this is him…not me. If he feels comfortable telling you shit like this…go for it, but…please, don’t make me tell you any more than I already have.”
I sighed deeply, “Not bad researching for the youngest warlord” I said making them glare at me, I laughed a little just as I had only said that because Zavi doesn’t like people pointing out that they are the youngest of all of us, but the strongest after the top eight, “I’m…sorry, Zavi, for making you have to tell me all of that, you’re…you’re right, I shouldn’t have ran to you for these questions, but you’re my favorite out of all of our cousins, plus I had the idea that maybe you would have some idea as to what Aden is, but…you’re right, I shouldn’t do things like this to learn more about him, I should let him tell me things about him when he wants to or feels comfortable in doing so.”
“I…told…you…so” they said in a slight sing-song manner, “And fuck you for making fun of my age, I know that all of you are older than me, but it’s not often you admit to me that I’m right.”
“Do you ever apologize for being wrong?”
“When am I ever wrong?” they asked, the pure sass and attitude with how they said that like they just backhanded me with a quip. I sighed as I set my phone done as the spell faded, “Why are you so concerned about what Aden is?”
“It’s less concern and more…debilitating curiosity.” I said making them laugh softly as they brushed hair out of their face
“That was always your worst flaw, the phrase is curiosity killed the cat, if you were a cat, you’d be done like thirty-two lives because of your curiosity.”
“My teachers always told me that it was a good trait for me to have”
“In certain lights, yes, but in others, no. Need I remind you of the summer when I turned 18?”
“Oh, god, please no” I said
“Who was the one of the two of us that got dared by a drunk guy to drink an entire bottle of fucking Goldschläger?” they asked making my hang my head in shame, “Who held your hair back while you painted the street corner with enough glitter it looked like a drag queen sneezed?” they asked, “that curiosity of yours sometimes shifts into a very, very intense need for validation and low self-esteem. That guy was drunk and even when I dragged you away, you still bought a bottle by yourself and tried to neck it.” they said before laughing, “You can’t even hear the name of Goldschläger without gagging” they said with a laugh.
“I would punch you if you were here.”
“What about the first gay pride you took me too that same year?” they asked, “You were so off your tits on poppers that I found you in the center of an orgy in the middle of the fucking city park” they said
“In my defense as you said, I wasn’t myself on poppers”
“You pansexual idiot” they said rubbing their temples, “And I’m the younger one.”
“I wasn’t that bad”
“Sure” they said, extremely sarcastic.
“Go back to your party if you’re just going to make fun of me” I said, they laughed
“It was good hearing from you, Vlad…get to sleep, I can see out your window, it’s fuckin’ late for you” they said
“Night”
“Night” they said before the call ended. I sighed as I collapsed back in bed, luckily, I don’t have work tomorrow…today, because of how long of shifts I work, but I constantly have to able to drop everything and rush back to the hospital in case something happens.
I held my arms up as my skin shifted away from my usual tone, adorned with the golden embellishments of my mother’s blood in my veins softly glowing pale blue as these swirls of scales in soft powdery blues, icy off-white grays and stark snowy white across my arms, some areas of my scales seemed to shift into that minty pale blue-green tone as all of them shimmered with an intensely glittery sheen of opalescent glow, my nails shifting to a softly glowing as pure condensed golden sunlight emanated from my fingers making my talons as I watched the areas between the swirls of scales shift into this bright cobalt tone that faded off up my arms before my arms shifted back to purely skin as I looked down towards my legs where my feet were replaced with large lion like paws in all shades of blue. I was pondering what Aden said, asking why I didn’t walk around with my actual feet, my wings, or horns or all of those various aspects of myself?
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