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By Jonathan DeBouver -4/1/09-



Prologue

T’was autumn and the leaves had been falling for a while now here in Melincathy, Ohio and the temperature has dropped slightly below freezing. Of course it’s cold but that doesn’t mean you can’t find warmth in this smallish town. Everywhere I look there are couples abound, outside, hugging to stay warm and even boy dogs are staying moderately warm by cuddling up next to girl dogs while I sit here, in my small apartment condo alone, forced to huddle up next to the radiator. It’s relatively freezing in here only because they are doing construction next door and there’s an ongoing draft that the flow of air steals the only heat every so often. Too bad I don’t have anyone to cuddle up with in this harsh weather. It truly sucks watching everyone else with their happiness and being it not hard to compare that to my conditions, but I can’t help but wonder how I don’t have a girlfriend or friends at all for that matter I mean, I used to have friends but they moved away back in the eighth grade only because of that one incident although, before them, I had no need to make friends so I just didn’t. It was never my intention to make friends back then but, now as I look back I can’t believe how foolish I was. To not have known how lonely I would end up. But that’s the thing; in our youth we’re naïve to the adorableness of our extent until the day we grow up and figure out that everything we’ve done in the past was poor judgment. Although being naïve is what defines us as humans and we show that when we’re at the peak of our joy.
‘The incident’ is what started my theory ‘the frozen heart only suspends happiness within time. Yet, even the smallest of a kind gesture can thaw our feelings in a spring of distorting joy such as love’ which resembles the state of feeling I am in now, only without the happiness; where it would take a lot more than just to feel good to resurrect my emotions. Although, despite the silly things such as fighting or arguing in this weather has it’s own funny/strange way of handling the shards of the broken, shattered pieces of the picture found scattered on the floor with the bare hands of a friendship and piecing them back together.
I somehow made friends without the intention to do so in my young age during my years in middle school. I can’t say I remember exactly how I obtained such pariah friends because all I remember was the shear pain of an unusual round object falling from the sky, during recess, and impaling me in the forehead; dead center after which I was unconscious for a few or two hours. Soon after the unconscious period I found myself waking up in the nurses office confused; staring up to four people that claimed to have brought me there and one of which apologized for the stray lacrosse ball bruise by which he had inflicted. To me, that day was charted as one of my more hopeful days of my life. Sadly enough to my own dismay the happiness that had lasted me a whole three years would be befriended and torn apart by the same mere occurrence that had joined us five together. The lacrosse ball would make its last appearance in my almost sorrowful life by putting an end to the friendship that I had so happily boarded. This time as if it had have demonized, its collision course was set for the school bully. My friend tried to apologize but seemingly that just didn’t cut it, or he screwed up the whole apology effort. So we all soon found ourselves in a fight with the school bully and just as fast as it all started it came to a great halt in the principles’ office. This brought massive conflict upon us five for, our argument towards the fight had no end. After some time they stopped talking to each other, started hanging out with other people, I was doubtfully caught in the crossfire trying to stop them, and eventually they stopped talking to me. Without reason to stay each of them moved away without consent from has-been-friends which made it so they never found it in them to fix the broken picture and forgive each other for what had happened, metaphorically speaking though. This affected me the most because as soon as I had nothing left to say and they took the only warmth of friendship with them, my heart resultantly responded to the familiar remorse of frozen suspension in the heat of dead winter. So now I sit here in the frigid cold of mid fall next to the radiator just staring out the window into blue sky just assuring myself that everything will be alright, like a mother with her child during the event of a thunder storm. Ah, Melincathy; was it ever in your heart to show me mercy even now when I’m on my knees sulking in my pity.

My name is Zeak Rioun. I’m a transfer student from Baltimore, Maryland living on my own in this quaint little state of Ohio in this quaint little town called Melincathy in this quaint little apartment condo although inconsequentially and obviously lonely. Yes, it is possible.


Chapter 1 the Crisis

Another late September marks the end of another summer for the citizens of Melincathy, Ohio yet, for me, it’s a different, lowly story. A rash of change sweeps through the streets for the kids, the weather, and the leaves. Next to the ‘early morning warm water shower’, the ‘pick a shirt and pair of pants and stick with it’, the ‘brush my teeth cause I haven’t in a while and really need it’, and the ‘eat your breakfast because you’re A.D.D. medicine has left you famished. Even so, the smell newspapers in separate bags, that are in one big bag, starts-my-day-out ruggedly with this routine I daily share with myself. I’m not retrieving the newspaper because I’ve applied myself towards handing them out. Who would’ve known being a paperboy was ever hard to do. Of course my route starts with the slight tingling feeling I get whenever I walk up to ol’ Mrs. Kathandra, to hand deliver her newspaper, because she would always have a way of making me feel eight years old again. She would always pay me ten cents whenever I came with the newspaper because she said that’s how much it cost in her day. Next to that there was this smoking hot chick at the next house that would bend over to pick up her newspaper that I had thrown out on the front lawn. As I went by I would find myself watching to see the other half of the tattoo that read, “too hot” in fancy letters overlapping a butterfly but before I could see all of it she’d look back at me in a hot fashion and then I’d crash into a tree or fall into a ditch. I’m not sure but I think she does that on purpose. Thing here is, can you guess where the tattoo was? But then the most hated part was the strange feeling I’d get from the old house with an overgrown lawn and rusted out window panes, like prison bars, that I would stare at until the neighborhood bully jumps out and scares me out of my wits then chases me a couple of blocks down the road. As I cycle up the road I would be tossing papers as I rush past the houses. I’d keep cycling then look behind me to see that he had stopped after the third block and barf because he ran too much and I was too fast for him or he was just a tremendous glutton. Then I would take the empty courier bag to the newspaper building to get paid by mister hotshot newspaper monger himself “Sir” Forthrite Stalinsky who was never really nice, even by his standards. He’d always be staring out his window through the gaps of the shades smoking a cigar and mumbling on about the strangest things. Even so, he’d pay me and say in his top dawgiest voice ‘Now beat it kid, don’t you have better things to do?!’ I’d get back on my bike and be on my way to school. When I’d get there I’d chain my bike up and with my books on my back and my hands in my pockets I’d walk up the stairs and to class. Under my breath mumbling:
“Ugh, just another day in the life of Zeak Rioun…sigh…”
That morning I sat obliviously at my desk zoning in and out between day dreams and thoughts I’d rarely, but somehow would, bring up in a conversation.
“Okay class today’s lesson is as follows, students will be learning about the history of the Roman Empire,” I would hear Mrs. Brighrs going over the days lesson as I stare out the window wondering how in most stories the main character somehow always gets the window seat in the boring class. “Man this is a boring class,” I consciously blurted. But as I was paying no mind to the teacher she was paying attention to me appearing to be not paying attention to her lecturing so her priority was to catch my attention and embarrass me. Out of the blue, she called on me in the midst of a day dream.
“Zeak, since you already have knowledge about this subject, you wouldn’t mind telling the class the downfall of the Roman Empire would you?”
“Huh, what, you say something?”
The class started to snicker a little. The teacher syllabically repeated,
“What was the downfall of the Roman Empire?”
“Oh that, right, uh…,” the class started murmuring to each other in the background. I answered with a slacking essence in my voice, “I guess Economic problems were a major reason to the fall of the Roman Empire because the peasants would ask for protection from the king and in return they gave most of their land and or recruited into the army. Political issues and Religion issues struck the Roman Empire.”
“Hm…yes, that’s correct. Very good Zeak,” I could sense the inhibitions on her breath.
The teacher carried on with the lesson and soon I had to go to lunch. At lunch I solemnly sat alone at the table in the back of the lunch room eating the cafeteria food I had bought. The rest of the tables had appeared to be full by this time, yet I was still the only one at my table. A commotion struck the food line at the front of the cafeteria.
“AAARRRGGGHHH, what do you mean you’re out of rice cakes and spaghetti?!”
The whole lunch room converted their attention towards the commotion and grew silent but I kept on eating ignoring all that was happening.
“Ma’am,” he said panic stricken, to the stubborn infuriated girl, “we don’t sell rice cakes or spaghetti here.”
“WELL WHY NOT?! I DEMAND TO SPEAK TO THE COOK!!!” she screamed impatiently.
“Ma’am if you can’t buy something that we have then, don’t buy anything at all, because there are other students that would like to buy a lunch as well. I’m going to have to ask you to take your lunch and sit down at a table.”
“Miki, com’n we don’t want to start trouble. You remember last time,” another girl preferably her friend asked her to think reasonably.
“Alright Rezillia, I guess you’re right,” she stopped rampaging and bought her lunch without the rice cakes and spaghetti, “Yes, I would like this in a to-go-box please.”
“Miki!”
“Okay fine, fine.” The two of them walked over to the only available table as the people in the cafeteria started talking again, which was apparently where I was sitting, and sat down. “Ya know Rezillia; I don’t understand what the big deal is for not simply making a few rice cakes and some spaghetti,” she took a bite of the cheese steak sub she had bought and spoke while chewing, “Do you?”
“First of all Miki, all school systems operate on a ‘eat what the school makes TODAY’ menu and secondly, it’s rude to talk with food in your mouth,” Rezillia throwing prohibitions at Miki.
“Well why can’t they make the food ‘today’ so I won’t complain and start a commotion and what makes it rude to talk with food in your mouth?”
“Miki, they don’t serve individually here. And if you talk with food in your mouth you unintentionally spit food everywhere and that’s kinda rude not to mention you are a girl.”
“Ah, I see…do you think they will sell rice cakes tomorrow?”
“Well Miki, at this rate, I think not,” she replied negatively.
After a while I, threw away the lunch tray, sat back down and took out my sketch book and started drawing on a blank page. Miki finished eating, tossed the tray in the trash and sat back down.
“Hey, you there with the sketch book,” I averted my eyes from the paper and took a moment to look at her, “Yeah you, what ‘cha drawing?”
I took my sketch book and showed the picture to her. There was a drawing of a guy in a standing position holding a long sword pointed towards you if you had looked at it. He also had a cross-strap with a ring, centered at the middle of his chest, connecting four straps that stretched across his chest. One strap that went across his right side crossed over his right shoulder and a second one on the same side also going across his right side crossed under his right arm and both of them connected to a second ring on his back. The other two straps that cross over his left side mirrored his right side also connecting to the second ring on the center of his back just below the neck. The cross-strap was worn over top a bowl-collar long-sleeve shirt. The bowl collar hid his neck from the back to front.
“It’s not complete yet but this is just the basic look so far,” I told her.
“Wow, that’s good. Do you draw a lot?”
“Well I began back in the first grade with just a basic head on a t-shirt outline connected to the outline of a pair of pants with little detail and progressed to what you see here,” I replied.
“May I take a closer look?”
“I’m not sure if I can trust you.”
“Please?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Don’t think I didn’t hear how you handled not being served what you wanted at the lunch line. How do I know you won’t do something dramatic with my book if I give you the liberty of looking at it?”
“What does that,” she paused and then continued, “humph you’re mean.”
“Whatever…”
“Whatever…” she said back.
The bell rang to dismiss students from their current classes and the two of them exited the cafeteria through opposite doors on opposite sides of the cafeteria while Rezillia followed after Miki.
After the final period ended the bell rung and the students made their way out of the school to go home. On the way out Zeak unintentionally bumped into Miki. Only for a second there was no conflict just slight accidence.
“Oops, I’m sorry,” he said not knowing who he had bumped into because he had been staring at the floor as he walked down the hall towards the front door. Miki hadn’t known who she bumped into because she was looking behind her in an effort to respond to one of her friends.
“You’d better be.”
“What, AAAH, you again?!!” the both of them replied in a shout at the same time with a shocked expression on their faces. “I thought I was done with you in the cafeteria.” They both said again at the same time.
“Would you just get out of my way so I can go home?”
“What if I don’t huh? What are you gonna do about that, start another commotion?” Zeak said criticizing her for what happened in the cafeteria and clenching his fist aggressively.
“WHAT WAS THAT?!! I dare you to put it past me,” she said clenching her fist aggravated.
“Hey Zeak. Hey Miki. What’s going on?” Rezillia had walked up to them innocently on her way out the front door of the school to find that the two of them were standing in front of the door arguing.
“Shut up Rezillia!” both of them said at the same time to Rezillia. She gave a slight whimper when they said this and crouched in fear of their anger. It sounded to Rezillia as if they were about to start a fight when out of nowhere a wayward student in black attire walked up to them in an effort to go home. Without knowing what was going on he interrupted their quarreling suddenly as they were blocking the exit.
“Would you two lovers move out of the way? You’re blocking the door,” he said with despise on his breath. Zeak and Miki, at the same time, punched the guy on his noggin then turned away from each other blushing.
“I don’t like him!”
“I don’t like her!”
“Well then if none of you like each other then go home and stop blocking the doorway,” the guy screamed at them with intense aggression.
“NO!” they both screamed back at the guy, “NO?” they both screamed towards each other and turned away again.
“I’m not moving until he leaves!”
“Well I’m not moving until she leaves!”
“I see now. Fine then, I’ll move both of you so that I can leave!” he shoved Zeak and Miki out of the way and walked out the door.
“Hey! You can’t do that! Come back here!” both of them screamed at the unknown guy walking away. Zeak and Miki gave a grunt, walked through the front door at the same time, got stuck for a second, and walked home in opposite directions. Rezillia stood on the top stair of the school just standing there confused wondering what had happened.
A wave of conflict has now passed over Melincathy which stirred the natural attitudes of those who would usually be ignored by others. Is there a possibility for things to get better? Of course not, what kind of plot would that create other than a crappy one. No, the wheel of torment has yet to spin. These things will just keep getting worse from here on out. And this is why life was made without a reset button. Some things happen for a reason and most of these reasons hurt while others create a happy ending. What would life be without a little bit of sacrifice, a little bit of Cajun spice, a little bit of not-so-nice, like a soup that’s beyond just right, it’s my justice, and it’s my delight.
























My name is Miki Kaettioa a student here at Melincathy High. I live with my family in my home a quarter mile from the school. I have a couple of friends here at Melincathy High but my star player is Rezillia. She’s been my friend for the longest time.

Chapter 2 Fix It

The next morning Zeak consciously acted like nothing happened even though he hadn’t realized it and started on his newspaper bike route as usual. This time he didn’t feel embarrassed as he walked up then simply walked away after hand delivering the paper to ol’ Mrs. Kathandra before she could give him the ten cents and tell him how she would like to be younger. Zeak neither focused on that hot chicks’ tattoo nor had he bothered to hand deliver the newspaper to the rustic house instead he tossed the paper and cycled along. Today he just carried on by tossing the papers to the rest of the houses on his route. Even as he went to get paid by “Sir” Forthrite Stalinsky and listen to him say ‘scram’ like he always would though instead Zeak left the office with his pay without hearing a word of what Forthrite would usually say. After which, Zeak gloomily made his way to school. During Mrs. Brighrs class Zeak was caught again staring out the window and Mrs. Brighrs attempted to catch him off guard again.
“Zeak if you’re so into this unit would you mind telling the class what the meaning of Vassal is?”
“You know what Mrs. Brighrs,” Zeak said suddenly in an aggressive and haunting tone with the look of death on his face,”would you mind telling the class why you obsessively go ahead and ask us such STUPID questions in order to get us to pay attention or would you rather go on ranting to the class about the DUMB reason why you even bother!”
“I-I think-“
“NO! Ya know what; you wanna know what I think,” he interrupted the teacher and in a furious manner and threw the desk on the floor, “NO of course not because no one ever does, because everyone’s already so preoccupied with their stupid little lives to even give a crap about me! No one EVER GIVES A CRAP ABOUT ME! I swear Mrs. Brighrs if you even dare to try and catch me off guard again you will NOT like the consequences! I promise you that.”
The class was completely silent as they finished listening to what Zeak had to say. Zeak stood there and came down from his aggressive state just staring towards the teacher as a pencil dropped in the background. Seconds later he was sitting in a chair, staring at the floor, outside of the principles’ office waiting for the principle to call him in. Just then the bell rung dismissing students from their classes and from the left, as Zeak just sat there, Rezillia walked up to him and timidly asked him what had happened. She flinched just as Zeak began to tell her why. He then asked her a different question concerning her sudden reaction, “Why are you flinching Rezillia?” Clearly she had flinched only because she thought Zeak was going to go off on her again like last time but he didn’t.
“Huh… I just thought, well…I just thought you were still mad at me from yesterday.”
“Why would I be mad at you?”
“I-I dunno…”
“Oh that’s right; well I’m sorry for how I acted yesterday. I guess I let my anger take control of me like today.”
“Really, why are you angry?” she sat down in a chair next to him to talk as people, still walking through the halls, were still scrambling to their next class.
“Eh…I dunno really.”
“Oh, well that’s too bad. So then, how did you end up here?”
“Almost like yesterday, but much, much worse, I took my anger out on my history class as well as the teacher.”
“Ow, how did that work out?”
“It didn’t. It was like I woke up from a fifteen second coma without me knowing that my mind was demonically possessed for those fifteen seconds in the middle of class only to find myself standing there in dead silence staring back at the teacher while a desk lay on the ground. It was actually really tense at first but then quite embarrassing. And now I’m here of course,” he told her subsiding from the displeasure of reliving that moment.
“Ah I see. Is there anything I can do for you to help ease your pain?”
“Uh, not this time Rezillia, perhaps some other time.”
“Okay, I guess I’ll just be off then. I’ve got to go to Gym class now.”
“Okay, bye.”
“Yup, see ya later,” Rezillia said as she stood up and walked away down the hall. Zeak had forgotten about the principal through his conversation. He stood up and casually walked off down the hall to his next class. He sat in Math class listening to the teacher.
“Hmm...Why do I feel like I forgot something? Oh well.” Zeak thought to himself. He went through his Math class without lashing out at the teacher like he did before and soon the bell rang. Zeak headed to his Gym class and got dressed into his uniform to participate. During class Zeak was assigned to a part in class volleyball but the teacher called out to him suddenly when he was in his group ready to play. Zeak was about to jump for the ball when he heard the teacher yelling at him. His attention was thrown off and he jumped into the net by accident. Zeak had ended up on the floor when the teacher walked over to him.
“Zeak, you forgot about your detention you had gotten earlier this morning. You need to go down to the office right now. Here, I need to write you a pass before you go.” The Gym teacher stood over Zeak writing him a pass to go down to the office then he dropped it so that it fluttered down and sat on his forehead. Back at the principals’ office Zeak walked in and stood at the front desk.
“Yes, may I help you?” The secretary asked him as he stood there.
“Yes, I’m Zeak; they called me down here from Gym class because I forgot that I was supposed to see the principal earlier this morning.”
“Oh, right, just through those doors down the hall. They’re ready for you,” she said as she pointed at two doors at the end of a column of other doors down a hall.
“Okay.” Zeak walked down the hall steadily. As he walked past each door he read the labels above them. He noticed an irregular door that was emitting a strange white gas below the crease of the door labeled ROOM 2767. He averted his attention from the door and continued to walk on down the hall trying to banish the thought of the door from his mind. Zeak made his way to the end of the hall and entered the office through the two doors. The room appeared dark but there was a chair in the center of a circle of light at least thirty feet from him. The door eased closed behind him and a mysterious voice told him to take a seat. Zeak walked into the light and sat in the chair. A second light shone in front of him revealing the principal who sat at a desk patiently.
“Zeak is it?”
“Uh, yes sir?”
“I understand you went off at the teacher including your classmates in your history class is that correct?”
“Uh, yeah that’s true,” Zeak told him but was focused on the darkness in the room, “uh sir, I have to be honest, what’s with the whole prosecution theme?”
“Oh, sorry I just like the dramatic effect. Here I’ll turn the lights back on,” the principal stood up out of his chair and walked out of the light to turn on the lights in the rest of the room. He stumbled for a while through the darkness knocking and bumping into objects but eventually the lights came on and he stood near the door with his hand on the light switch and a second hand catching the lamp that was about to fall over. “Is that better?”
“Yes, quite better.”
“Okay now where were we... Ah forget it; you haven’t gone off in the class that harsh before have you Zeak?”
“Uh no sir, I don’t suppose I have before.”
“And we both know that you don’t come here as often for detention correct?”
“Yes, sir, what may I ask are you going at?”
“Well since neither of us want to be here what do you say I just let you off with a warning this time?”
“Sounds good sir,” Zeak replied satisfied.
“You know I’ve always wanted to act or perform for an audience but somehow I’ve ended up here.”
“Uh…sir, what are you talking about?”
“Um, it’s nothing. It’s just a lost dream. Right…so we go on and never let this happen again okay?”
“Okay sir.”
“Good, so here’s a pass now go to class, okay? None of this ever happened, right, Zeak?”
“What happened??”
“Exactly! Now go on to class, oh and on the way out turn the lights off so I can get that prosecution theme back on.”
“Whatever you say Mr. Principal,” Zeak left the principals’ office flipping a switch to turn out the lights but unfortunately he flipped the wrong switch and all the lights in the room went out. Zeak kept on walking unaware of the principle now sitting in a completely darkened room and went on to lunch. He walked into the lunch room and sat at the same table he had sat at yesterday, but decided not to eat lunch this time. He sat there at the table with his sketch book open drawing; adding on to the picture he was drawing yesterday. There was yet again another commotion at the lunch line suddenly just as there was yesterday.
“GYAAAAAAAAHHH, WHY DON’T YOU HAVE RICE CAKES AND SPAGHETTI THIS TIME?!?” Miki was at the head of the line complaining to the lunch ladies again.
“Miss, we don’t sell rice cakes or spaghetti! Take a seat or buy your lunch or take your seat and buy your lunch I don’t care just go, so other kids can buy their lunches,” a lunch lady replied in a panic.
“Fine,” Miki bought her lunch and walked off aggravated. She looked around for a place to sit and, yet again, all the tables in the lunch room appeared full all but the table Zeak sat at. She walked over to the table placed her lunch on the table calmly and sat down. Zeak looked up from his sketch book and glared at Miki. Miki looked up from biting viciously into her sandwich noticing Zeak staring at her and glared back at Zeak with a look that asked why he was staring at her like that. Neither of them said a word until Rezillia came over, belated, and sat down.
“Hey Zeak. Hey Miki. What’s going on, are you having some kind of staring contest?” Zeak and Miki grunted and turned away from each other.
“No Rezillia,” Miki said potently.
“So guys, what’s going on?”
“Not much Rezillia, Miki was just acting her usual at the lunch line again.”
“You shut up; I go off on them because they don’t have what I want!”
“Well of course they don’t have what you want because they don’t care what you want-“
“Well maybe they should really try staying true to the creed that the customer is always right and this customer says that they are stupid and should have rice cakes and spaghetti!”
“BWAHAHAHAHAH,” Zeak let out a roar of laughter. “Creed, you think there’s some kind of creed, and in a cafeteria? You must be kidding. Besides, maybe if you would just say please or ask nicely, they could actually be your friend and make you some.”
“What does that supposed to mean?!”
“If you would be nice to people every full moon, things would perhaps go your way for once,” Zeak said sarcastically.
“Humph, what do you know, you’re always quite and don’t care what you get even if it is as dumb as you!”
“What was that?!” Zeak climbed onto the table shaking his fist ready to start something.
“I said you’re dumb, but on second thought, you’re also some kind of stupid wayward punk,” Miki climbed onto the table shaking her fist as well in an epic comeback.
“I’m a wayward punk?! Look at you miss loud mouth; what your hands can’t do your mouth will surely make up for!”
“Lot of talk for a GUY who celebrates one night stands, I say bring-it!”
“Guys stop! Don’t start this again!” just then the mysterious guy from yesterday, that pushed his way through their quarrel without trouble, unknowingly and impotently sat down at the table. He sat there staring at them obliviously with his lunch.
“Hey it’s that guy from yesterday!!!” Miki said averting her attention.
“WHAT THE CRAP COULD YOU POSSIBLY WANT?” they both asked in aggression.
“Humph,” the mysterious guy simply snarled, looked away and started eating his lunch.
“Well?” Miki asked again, “answer me!”
“I want to eat my lunch without listening to you two idiots quarrel over stupid matters that don’t make sense and only portray towards your own stupid lives. Which in fact undoubtedly makes the situation of you two even being ten feet from each other a disaster I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy, not that I would even bother to have any.”
“What’s your point!?”
“My point,” he took a bite of the apple he had brought in a bagged lunch, “QUIT QUARRELING LIKE A MARRIED COUPLE OR GET OUT OF MY SITE, you two are so annoying like this together!”
“Who the crap, are you anyway, I don’t even know you?!” Zeak asked viciously.
“Give me a reason why I should tell you my name?”
“Okay fine, don’t tell me I don’t care what you call yourself just stay away from me you Emo joke.”
“No! I’ll go where ever I want to go how about that! And what would you know about being Emo? You’re just an outcast who’s overlooked by society.”
“Guys stop! Just stop! This is stupid, why do you all have to be like this, hating each other when none of you even know the other person enough to hate them, what is your problem anyway?!” Rezillia erupted. The table grew silent as they each thought about what Rezillia had said. The three of them went back to what they were doing previously and ignored each other. “Hey Zeak,” Rezillia leaned over to Zeak and talked to him murmuring, “How did this start?”
“Just as it started yesterday, I heard Miki arguing with the lunch folk; again the tables are seemingly full and so she sat over here.”
“Ugh, again, she can’t keep on doing that…seriously. When will she catch on?”
“Yeah, what’s with her with that anyway?”
“Why don’t you ask her yourself?”
“Even though this seems quite pointless, I was thinking that I could ask you. Besides, you’re her closest friend right, therefore you should know somethin’?” Zeak replied with a different question.
“Yeah I’m her friend but I want you to get to know her instead of me simply telling you myself. What fun would it be if I just told you? Figure it out smart boy.” Rezillia smiled and leaned back to eat her lunch. After lunch and after the rest of the classes Zeak waited outside by the front door until Miki came. Students came walking out of the door and then out came Miki. Zeak spotted her walking past and followed after her. He slowly walked beside her and kindly began to talk to her.
“Hey Miki um-”
“What do you want? I know; you want to argue with me more don’t you? Does that make you happy, huh? Is that what ‘ll get you through the day?”
“Well um no, um I was actually wondering-” she stopped walking and turned to him.
“Wondering what, if you can torment me more?” she said viciously.
“No, okay, hear me out please! Look, I know we started off at a well, bad beginning, on second thought, it was actually freaking terrible wasn’t it, but I just wanted to ask if we could perhaps um-”
“Get to the point Zeak!”
“Could we just…ya know start over?”
“What do you mean?”
“What I mean is that everything Rezillia said was right, I don’t know you exactly and that’s why I want to start over and I apologize for all I had said back there. Long story short, can we just start over? Hi, my name’s Zeak.” There was a long pause between the two of them as Zeak held his hand out before Miki.
“…Hi, my name’s Miki.”







My name’s Rezillia Saij, I’m a student here at Melincathy High and like Miki I live with my family and love life so far. I just don’t love seeing Miki, Zeak, and that other guy argue almost every time they see each other. I would like to know why they act so foolish though, but fortunately for me Zeak wanted to know Miki’ story which gave me the perfect idea of how to stop those two from fighting. I just hope its good enough to work.


Chapter 3 Less of an Improvement (Severed)

So now Zeak and I are going to be friends, you can’t imagine how this is making me feel after knowing that I quarreled with him at the lunch table so arrogantly. I mean it does feel a little good although, well, I have mixed feelings actually, not that I like him or anything. Besides, if I did…well anyway; so like I said, Zeak and I are “starting over” as acquaintances and not as enemies. I haven’t the slightest reason why he would want to and I don’t know why I seriously feel okay with it. I mean he did criticize me didn’t he? Oh what does it matter, he’s okay, and I guess I can live with this...for now. Sigh…this may be a little bumpy.
Morning came and Miki’s alarm went off at five thirty. She awoke and started her day by taking a shower. Of course she had to get into the bathroom and undressed first. Then after the warm shower she would have to get dressed. This morning she threw on a blue long sleeved skin-tight blouse under a long sleeve black hooded jacket. She then put on a pair of long tight black jeans, a pair of socks and her shoes. She then went back into the bathroom to brush her teeth and then she went to the kitchen to eat cereal from a bowl with milk using a spoon. The bowl was soon empty as she looked up at the clock above the kitchen sink which showed it was thirty minutes to seven o’clock. This meant that she was now out the door with her books on her back and off to school. Zeak came cycling next to her with his newspapers and a friendly smile. He stopped there beside her.
“Hey Miki, you look really nice this morning. I came to ask you if you would like a ride to school, erm…uh I mean uh…can I ride you to school erm…” Zeak said as Miki gave a giggle.
“Yeah, sure I’ll ride ‘with’ you, why not, just not in that dirty sense that we both seem to have been thinking of.” She sat on the bar handles of Zeaks bike and they rode off down the sidewalk. Zeak tossed papers to the houses and let she toss a few on the way. Zeak rode past the newspaper building to drop off the newspaper bag and then rode off to school with she still on the handle bars of the bike. The two of them reached the school. She dismounted the bike and Zeak chained it to the bike rack in front of the school. She started walking up the stairs to school, looked back at Zeak and waved.
“See you at lunch.”
“Yup, see ya later.” Zeak shouted back to her as she went to class. Zeak smiled and started up the stairs. He sarcastically said to himself, “O-M-G what’s this feeling overpowering my dark abysmal prowess, oh that’s right it’s called ‘happy’,” and walked into school and went to class.
Zeak sat in class innocently writing notes on a piece of paper and unsuspectingly almost all of the students were staring at him while he listened to the teacher talk and write on the board. He glanced up from his notes to look at the chalkboard and noticed his classmates staring at him. Zeak looked out the window to see what they were staring at but looked back at them and wondered why they were staring at him. A voice on the intercom called for Zeak to go to the office. The teacher gave him a pass to leave the classroom and Zeak walked out of the classroom and down the hallways making his way to the office. He caught a glimpse of Miki in classroom 183 and waved to her. She saw him in the door window and waved back without the teacher noticing and Zeak continued down the hall to the office. Zeak walked up to the counter of the front desk of the office and the secretary pointed down the hall.
“All the way down the hall, take a left at the principles’ office, go past three rooms on the right side, take a right turn and it’s the fifth door on your left,” she said to Zeak without a glance from the computer she was typing on. “Oh and whatever you do, ignore the room with the matrices.” It was almost daunting the way she hadn’t even gave a second gesture to Zeak. He ignored the last part and started to walk down the column of doors like the last time. But this time he decided to glance back at the secretary, still looking at the computer, who vanished instantly as he kept on walking further down the corridor. Zeak turned away and noticed ROOM 2767, as he walked past, though this time it wasn’t emitting any strange gases or anything. Zeak cut from his flashback and continued down the hall. He reached the two big doors to the principles’ office, took a left, past three rooms on the right and looked to his left into a room, which caught his eye. The door was labeled RESTRICTED ROOM and strangely its room number were two separate one by four matrices beside each other. The numbers three, negative two, five and nine filled the first matrix. The numbers that filled the second matrix were three, eight, two, and negative two. Also it was the only room with its door open that he had seen so far on his walk down the hallway.
“What’s up with this room??” Zeak said. He then peered inside, curious, and saw his doppelganger in the dead center of the room standing perfectly still looking away from the entrance. Zeak suddenly heard strange whispers as he stare into the room. Then as if it was originally looking at Zeak it began glaring at him. Zeak stood there looking at his doppelganger and noticed the neutral look on its’ face as it suddenly began walking perfectly and silently in a straight line as if befallen by deathly circumstances towards him, but this is how it looked to Zeak. It walked through the door way as steadily as it had been and Zeak finally realized that he wasn’t looking in a mirror or reflection of himself. Soon the doppelganger approached him and Zeak was looking himself in the face barely two feet apart. Before Zeak could say a word the doppelganger fell through the floor like he was swiftly falling through a trapped door. The door of the RESTRICTEDROOM [[3 -2 5 9]] [[3 8 2 -2]] suddenly slammed shut. Zeak stood there unflinching for a moment then continued taking a right turn down the hall, acting as if nothing had happened, but in his own mind he knew what had happened. Obviously he could not predict what the omen meant and his senses grew stronger as he was swiftly aware that he could die at any moment or disappear without a trace. Zeak thought the worst but wasn’t as aware as he had thought and continued to walk down the hall and into the fifth door on his left. Without recognizing the purple gas leaking from the edges of the door, and the far off hallways disappearing before him; Zeak turned the door knob.
The fourth step in, while looking towards the ground; Zeak looked up unknowingly towards his doppelganger for nearly a millisecond and then dropped to the floor unconscious.
Zeak found himself in a bed with the covers thrown all around the bed and most of his body. He felt as if he had woken up from a bad dream as he sharply sat up with a shocked expression and sweat running down his face. Zeak hadn’t the clearest of knowledge as to where he was or how he had gotten to such a place.
Be it a simple acquisition to know where I am, I now had no idea where I was. Not only that but I have finally circum to the realization that there were bandage gauss strewn around my head, each arm, each of my legs, and across my chest. I haven’t the faintest idea why, or rather, how I had ended up like this, but I knew that my first priority was to find some information so that I could actually think I know where I am. I sat up on the side of the bed and felt the bandaged areas to check my condition. My arms secreted a peculiar scent and my right leg stung when I felt it.
“I suppose I’ll leave the bandages on for now,” I thought calmly. I had been stripped of all of my clothes but my boxers. I knew I had to find some clothing before anything else although, I don’t know what I had been wearing before. It became clear that I’d woken up in a hospital as I sat scanning the room for the possibility that the clothing I could have previously been wearing had been left out for the chance that I had made a fast recovery. The room was small, I noticed, and there weren’t any clothes in sight. To see if I could walk on my right leg I put pressure on it by trying to stand on it. As soon as I had weight on it I fell back on the hospital bed in agony gripping my leg where it hurt and knew I would be unable to use it until it healed. Just then I could hear two petite voices from the other side of the door of the room who where in the hallway. I knew that they may not know my full extent of recovery and I wasn’t sure what to do so I acted fast throwing the covers back over me and lying in bed towards the window on the other side of the room away from the door with my eyes closed and as silent as I could get.
“…So then he says ‘You shouldn’t eat so much’ I mean honestly he can be so rude,” a nurse from the hallway said.
“You are so right Dianna,” the other nurse agreed.
“Hold that thought Liakate; I have to check on the patient.”
“Oh, that’s right; didn’t you say you have that kid who I heard fell victim to the Arriasynn incident earlier this month?”
“Uh-huh,” she opened the door with one nod of her head. I held completely still and deadly silent they may not know of my current state as her patient. But as far as they know I’m still unconscious. All I thought was that this was my perfect chance at getting some information without leaving the room.
“Can I see him, I mean, I’d heard he was unconscious and badly wounded when he was brought in but I haven’t gotten to see him since he’s been here,” she asked.
“Yeah, sure, come on in,” Dianne said holding the door open allowing her inside.
“Oh my lord, he looks terrible,” she said with a concerned voice.
“Yes, it is pretty awful that he was found in this condition, although, amazingly he is lucky to have survived such a terrible incident. The boy was practically half dead when they found him with deep cuts in his legs, where we found small shards of glass embedded in the calf muscle of his right leg; a patch of burnt flesh on his left arm that wrapped around his wrist; multiple stab and cut wounds across his chest; and shackle bruises on his left leg ankle. Luckily it wasn’t too fatal of a burn that we managed to repair the skin and although the glass shards had partially damaged the muscle they are able to heal in a week or so but he should be awake in the much time that we can be able to get him to take some antibiotics. But the bump on his head sure made it seem like he may not regain consciousness too soon.” I could hear Mrs. Dianne at the counter by the door filling out papers that I guess were for recording patients’ current condition from an optimal view. I saw Mrs. Liakates’ reflection in the window and I could tell she could only see part of my face. She was standing behind me at least one foot the bedside. I knew, by the concerned look on her face she still thought I was unconscious yet wasn’t completely sure. “Liakate, you’re a nurse you’ve seen all kinds of conditions so why do you have such a concerned look on your face for the boy in particularly?” she said looking up from the clipboard with a look of concern upon her facial moral.
“Dianne, you know as well as I do that every injury sustains a different story enough to tell you what happened and how it got there even if the patient doesn’t know themselves. And what his injuries tell me in particular is that he had a reason to have been involved with the Arriasynn incident. There’s a reason this boy is injured so badly like this and I think he wasn’t just another hostage. I think he played an important part in the event.”
“Can you tell how, er…why?”
“I told you, we can only determine the course of action he may have taken. I can’t look into the past and tell you myself. All I can say is that the kid must have been pretty tough.”
“He’s WAY past just being ‘pretty tough’ take it from me-”
“Doctor Iosakashi, you performed the medical treatment didn’t you?” Liakate interrupted.
“The boy has much more potential than what is here before you. Dianne forgot to mention the symbol all across his right arm which we think may explain him better. Though, no one here knows anything, being as complex and unfamiliar as it is, that could help to decipher his symbol,” he concluded.
“They’re called Boncardtsa symbols, Iosakashi,” even I hadn’t noticed the old geezer walk in until he began to talk.
“AAAH, Mr. Dassen, when did you get here?”
“Just a while ago Iosakashi. You should have been paying attention,” he said with a smirk on his face.
“Hmm, I guess so.”
“Sorry if I scared you.” He walked in, “Yes, as I was saying, they’re called Boncardtsa symbols. They grant certain callings to those chosen by legend and to those callings certain eternal demons dwelling within them awaiting their awakening have been sealed within them that will assist them on the eternal path assigned to them by legend. In a way that actually makes sense that is. But it is often the victim themselves that have in coincidentally have encountered their doppelgangers that they potentially receive these curse marks. It is never their choice to be torn apart from everything and thrown into the jaws of destiny. It is uncertain who gets these curse marks but it is of good reason they have been chosen and yet sometimes bad. This boys’ Boncardtsa is different from what I’ve seen-“
“But wait, I thought there was no one in this hospital that knew anything about the symbol thingy,” Iosakashi questioned, “How did you know about it?”
“Duh, I looked it up on the net; we do have Gyosymbiotic networks present in this hospital remember. Got’em last Christmas dummie,” everyone in the room but me and Dr. Dassen collapsed slightly due to the comment.
“What are Gyosymbiotic networks?” I thought to myself.
“That figures,” Dianne said.
“Why didn’t I think of that,” Iosakashi stammered.
“Ahem, as I was saying, this boys’ Boncardtsa is like none I’ve ever seen before.”
“But you’ve seen others, sir,” Liakate asked.
“Oh of course, I’ve been here for too long not to have witnessed a few or more Boncardtsa symbols in my time. His is different from those before him because of the power his demon possesses which is overwhelming with integrity and potential that he may as well be a savior to us but as far as I can see, this savior has yet to regain consciousness. Also, he has a strangely unique pigmentation of Globosi and one strange Ioka on the back of his neck.”
“Oh, that reminds me, do you have that report for me Dianne?”
“Oh, yes, here you go,” she passed him the clipboard and paper. “Com’n Liakate, we need to let the patient sleep.”
“Okay.” Dianne and Liakate left the room.
“You really think this boy has the potential to save us all from this alkali of evil, not to mention the Arriasynn incident, sir?”
“Iosakashi, I have never been surer in my whole life. This boy has a calling, and his ability is as overwhelming as that of the one before him. He will be able to beat the dreaded Bristoline Obolisque and he will come to grips with his truth and purpose.”
“Let’s hope so.” Iosakashi finished as they both walked out of the room closing the door behind them. I looked over my shoulder to see if they were truly gone and then sat up on the side of the bed staring out the window.
“…Sigh…” I sat there with my face in my hands. I slid my right hand down my face and started staring at my arm as if peering deeply into the bandages. Gripping my conscience, I sat aware of things I’ve never been before. “So…there’s a demon…sealed within me is there? And…I’m supposed to be…s-some kind of…savior…R-Rezillia…please, forgive me…I-I didn’t want this…I…didn’t…w-want this…” Tears fall on the floor in a sigh and I pause for a moment to catch myself. I glanced upward to stare out the window at the snow coming down in the gray, dusk sky that hopelessly wouldn’t produce a warm feeling even if the heater were on high. I gripped the last of my pride in my mind with what little happiness I had left that hadn’t already been swallowed whole by the pain, I held on to it as tight as I could, yet I still felt my sadness as a shadow beside me. “I suppose there’s only one thing to do now,” I gave a hope encouraged sigh, “…I’ve gotta see this thing out to the end, no matter what! Find a way back and hope I don’t die!” I clenched my fist and wiped away the tears that had stained my cheeks and stood up with weight concentrated on my left leg; not so much my right.
Sneaking, I peered out of the doorway and saw that the hallway was nearly empty which meant that my escape was inevitable. There was a doctor coming down the hall towards me so I ducked back into the room waiting for him to pass by. I noticed that he was more concentrated on the papers that he had in his hands rather than what was in front of him at the moment I peered out of the room so he didn’t see me. Looking through the small window pane on the door I waited for him to pass by. When he had finally passed I stealthily made my way up the hallway to a stairwell located at the end of the corridor. The stairs themselves were cold including the stairwell being that I was only in my boxers still. As I made my way down I noticed I was originally on the twenty-fourth floor and now that I was on the twentieth floor in this cold stairwell I finally gave in to the cold and remembered my second priority so I quickly resorted back to finding clothing.
While I passed the nineteenth floor I spotted, through the small window pain on the door, a cart filled to the spill point with clothing. Stealthily moving from the stairwell to the hallway of the nineteenth floor I hid with my back against the wall, around the corner from the cart full of clothing. Peeking slightly around the corner at the cart of clothing I discovered that it was full of other patients’ dirty laundry which turned my original thought of it being a cart full of clean clothing to one of gross impulses. Despite my observational error I realized that it would soon find its way to a stockpile of clean clothing. A nurse came out from the room closest to the laundry cart with dirty laundry in her hands and placed them on the cart. She wheeled the cart around the corner I was hiding behind. She passed by without noticing me behind the support beam that was against the wall a few feet from the edge of the corner. She walked into an elevator at the end of the short corridor and pushed a button once she stepped in. The doors of the elevator closed. I jumped to the elevator looking up at the floor numbers above watching the numbers that lit up. The light moved down the scale of numbers. The light abruptly halted and flashed once. I pushed the down arrow button located to the left of the elevator doors, jumped in once they opened and tapped the button labeled B2. The doors shut and I felt the elevator as it descended with a destination to the basement second floor. At this point my only flaw towards my escape was if someone else decides to use the elevator on the way down. Sure enough, as I reached the fourteenth floor the elevator came to a stop. I couldn’t risk being seen, so I swiftly jumped over and pushed a button that made the doors shut before they opened completely. I couldn’t be seen inside the elevator from the outside since the doors weren’t fully opened so the doctor who wanted to use the elevator to check on his elderly patient stood at the elevator door confused without trying to push the button again. I began descending again but unluckily the elevator slowed down to a stop on the fifth floor for an elderly patient and like before I couldn’t risk being spotted so I pushed the button that made the doors shut again. The aged patient who desired to use the elevator stood in his hospital gown at the door confused without an attempt to push the button a second time. Without hesitation the elevator continued to descend but then stopped at the first floor for a family wishing to visit their hospitalized grandfather. I couldn’t chance it at this point, now that I’ve gotten so far. I didn’t hesitate to push the button this time as the doors were barely open. The father of the family became bewildered but also hadn’t hesitated to push the ascend button again. I noticed the doors reopening and immediately pushed the button to make the doors close again. The family became flustered as the father pushed the button another time. Suddenly, what seemed like an easy trip to the laundry room in the basement had now turned into an all out sudden death to use one elevator. The father was determined to use the elevator while I was determined to get to the second floor of the basement without being seen. In the end instead of taping the button repeatedly, like the father kept doing, I on the other hand held the button which ended the feud and determined who would use the elevator. I continued down to the second level of the basement; the same floor the nurse with the laundry supposedly stopped at where I stepped off cautiously and stealthily crept beside the corridor wall. There were two doors; one found half way down the hall and the other at the end of the corridor. I progressed on down the corridor until I reached the first door which was open. I glanced into the room where I saw the nurse from before with her back turned towards one old fashioned washing machine that stood in the dead center of the room. I stealthily crept faster across the wall past the wash room noticing she was folding clean clothes and didn’t bother to look behind her. I soon reached the door at the end of the corridor that was labeled S1-Q4 and without hesitation turned the door knob and pushed the door open. Dozens of laundry baskets circled around one big file cabinet in the middle of the floor. The giant file cabinet grew as I approached it. There were at least 200 drawers stacked upon each other that made up the colossal file cabinet. And here I am wondering why there were so many baskets of laundry in one room. I looked up at the tower that was now looming over me with such great stature that if it fell on me it would instantly crush me with no problem. I shook my head to regain focus on the reason why I was down here; on what my goal was. I walked up to the first drawer at the bottom of the cabinet to take a quick glance at the label which reads R750 and I pulled open the drawer. The cabinet was filled with large pill-like capsules. Labels separated the multiple rows of capsules according to the patient and three columns that categorized the type of apparel the patient had been wearing organized the implements. I disregarded the whole organization plan because of my sensibility to complicatedness and walked over to the baskets circling the large cabinet found against the wall just feet away. I dug and shuffled through the bundle of clothing that had yet to be capped, which made a quick job of looking for me. I simply chose a black, long-sleeve, shirt that sported a blood red claw mark as the front insignia. And strangely its purpose here in this hospital was unclear. Also a pair of long, black, baggy, pants with a purple lining; socks; black skate shoes, and it was my luck to find, what looks to me like, a heavy, black outlaw overcoat. Seemingly this article of clothing had a purpose. I also spotted a pair of black bandanas that I could use as face coverage outside. Once I was fully dressed, and no longer half naked, my next plan was to get as far away from this hospital as possible without drawing attention to myself. “It’ll be a walk on the beach,” I thought to myself.
Nonetheless, as soon as I stepped out of the elevator to the lobby my disguise was quickly uprooted from its unperceivable view. And to my knowledge I was never truly good at disguises as far as I could tell.
“There he is!”
“That patient shouldn’t be out of bed!”
“That’s him; he’s the guy who was hogging the elevator!”
“That’s the guy who stole my purse!” A various group of people stood in the lobby (with a cop) looking for one guy, who apparently was me, and was obviously ready to jump me like kids at a whack-a-mole game. It seems my plan wasn’t going over very well since there was a shocked expression on my face other than seemingly mysterious look I had wanted to pull off originally. Now I needed to run away from these people rather than walk right past them. And so I ran like my back end was on fire. These people chased after me for a good while throughout the hospital floor until I knew that I needed to improvise. I leapt around a corner and hid in a clothing basket. To my surprise they hadn’t noticed me and ran right past. I quickly made my way back to the lobby and out the front door. Luckily I was home free at this point; unluckily I had no idea where home was. The outdoors looked normal to that of Melincathy or any regular town for that matter. I was vaguely lost yet, oddly well dressed. Well dressed enough that it was very peculiar.
I wanted to find some kind of hope for me but all I could do at this point was keep running or somewhat jogging, and never look back from the hospital I awoke from. I had planned for everything else but, this I wasn’t sure enough to do so that I am as of now a silhouette to this scenario world. Let’s just hope I don’t get swept away into the corner of despair. WHAT DID I DO TO GET HERE, honestly?
























Chapter 4 One for the Road

“Ugh, okay, so where am I now? I remember I was heading in a west-ish direction?” I pondered as I opened my eyes slightly then gradually wider. My vision cleared and my body felt strangely warm. I tilted my head as I lay on a cushiony padding of sorts, similar to a bed, to find a roaring fire ablaze before me. I felt slightly alarmed on the inside but as I turned my head away from the fire I spotted a girl across the room near a sink.
“Ah, he’s finally awake,” I heard a woman’s voice behind me. I turned over adjusting myself onto my knees whilst I was still in the blankets that, in my clothing, enveloped me. I looked towards her. She was sitting at a table, abruptly four o’clock to my general downed position. “Good for you, I suppose you’ve needed the sleep.” She dressed in garments similar to those of a feminine elfin archer of sorts. But to clarify, she had on a bright, white, turtle-neck, short-sleeved blouse embroidered with red lining that reached down below her thighs; she wore bright, white, leather, skin-tight, mesh short shorts, again embroidered with a red lining, that where slightly covered by the blouse; bright, pink stockings and blood red high-heels.
“Huh? Where am I, what time is it?”
“Persistent aren’t we? Just slow down a bit soulja boy. What’s the rush?”
“I’ve got to get back-Ahh!”
“Ya see? There’s no need to rush just yet. You’ve still got yourself some wounded limbs. You don’t want to go and get even more busted up than how now brown cow. So just rest a while,” she said cutely, “Velvet will take care of you. By the way, my name is Typhanny, or you can call me Hanna. And you are?”
“Zeak, Zeak Rioun, but wait w-”
“Zeak eh, what a nice name for such a handsome boy, well, I’ll just be in the other room if you need me,” she walked over, slid open a screen door, “and please, do make yourself at home while you’re here Zeak.” She walked out shutting the screen door behind her. I hesitated then directed my attention over to Velvet who, turning off the faucet made her way over to me with a glass cup, a kettle of hot water, one odd-looking small, purple plant, a small container of sugar and a bowl of chicken and rice on a tray. She gently sat the tray down next to the bed-like padding. She placed a strange tablet in the glass cup then poured water out of the steaming kettle into the cup. The tablet quickly began to dissolve which turned the water into a light yet distilled brownish color.
“Here Zeak, take this,” she placed the kettle down on the tray then tore off a small berry from the odd-looking plant and handed it to me, “eat this please.”
“What is it?” I looked down at it as it changed from purple to orange.
“It’s a remedy pill.”
“But you took it off of that little plant thing; wouldn’t that make it a berry?”
“Well, once the berry is ripped off of this Kerionertia Tial it changes color and consistency then it’s considered a pill if consumed.”
“Really, then what does it do?”
“It’s a remedy pill in its current form and it is used to heal any of most conditions or injuries. Quite pretentious these things can be yet very, very, very effective,” she said cutely.
“Well, in that case…” I tossed it in my mouth and swallowed the pill.
“Uh, I forgot to tell you; you’re gonna be a tad hungry immediately after you take it,” she mentioned once I had swallowed it and it was well on its way to my stomach. I immediately grabbed the bowl on the tray and downed the chicken and rice; like dust to a vacuum it was gone in seconds yet I was still hungry. Typhanny walked in with six bowls of chicken and rice and a pitcher of water in her hands,
“Velvet, have you given him the Tial pill yet?” I quickly grabbed three of the bowls and scarfed each of them as fast as the first one. I grabbed the pitcher of water and chugged the half of it. I sat back down and let out a sigh.
“Well okay then, it seems you’re back to normal. And full of chicken and rice as it may seem.”
“Hm? Oh, I guess so. Well actually, yeah, I fell great yet a little bit bloated, but I’ll get passed that. Wow, I can’t believe that did the trick,” I said with content.
“Well of course it would,” Typhanny responded, “what? You haven’t heard of Kerionertia Tial nor do they not have any where you hail from? By the way where ARE you from,” she asked. I was unsure of the possible consequences that would befall me if I had answered that question.
“Uh…I…don’t…I don’t know,” I said acting as if I had amnesia.
“Hm, I’m guessing you have amnesia still. That doesn’t really matter I suppose then again, Kerionertia Tials are a pretty rare plant to find these days considering there’s only about a couple dozen places these rare herbs can be found,” Typhanny said.
“Nonetheless, Kerionertia h