Chapter 11

Aiden stared at the body laying dead in front of him. He couldn’t make sense of what was going on and for some reason his head hurt. Why was Kylan dead? As the blood flowed and stained him all he could do was sit there with a splitting headache. He looked around the bodies in the area. Ayesha should be have reached someone by now and most likely the guards would be reaching this place soon.

The guards would be here soon and there would be questions he had to answer but his head just would not stop hurting. Why was it hurting so much? Was he sick? Was he dying?

All he could do was hold his head and crouch down as the pain got stronger and stronger. He could not even process his emotions on what had happened as the pain got unbearable. It felt like something wanted to burst inside his head.

His thoughts jumbled together and he started to recall his last interaction with Kaylan this morning. This morning when he last saw Kylan leaving to go for what was supposed to be his last checkup with Arthur. After he made sure that Kylan took the clarity potion they did not talk much and Kylan seemed to be lost in his own thoughts and Aiden wanted to give him space to think things through. Clarity potion like its name gave some clarity to the one that drinks it, it gives solutions to complicated problems one has been stuck for a long time with, it gives sudden inspiration to people who have been stuck with a barrier to their advancement but for someone like Kylan it was like a self-help book, filled with positive words and quotes. When one reads it one is able to picture different perspectives, their mind broadens, fills with possibilities, fills with hope. But it lasts only till the end of the book, after the book ends and one closes it they are back to reality. Doubts, uncertainty and suspicions start to plague their mind again and they are back to where they started. Some lucky few may be able to maintain that enthusiasm but not all. But one thing remains with all of them, that is hope. Like a self help book clarity potion is able bury the thing called hope deep within one self making them go on. It wont last for long but it will give him time.

He did not know what the next step would be, or how to make things work the way he wanted. But that was ok, he had time. It was his first time trying something like this. He might not succeeded but there was time. For now he just had to make sure that Kaylan does not leave. As long as he stays there, he could work on him. But not now. Now he was dead, laying below him in his own pool of blood. He was out all morning searching for ingredients and only returned at sundown only to be stopped by a little girl, one of Arthur’s patients, Ayesha. The little girl was frantic and crying trying to breadth and form words at the same time. When she was finally able to speak she started saying strange things like Kylan was going to die and to help and that there were very bad people. He couldn’t make sense of any of it. Why was Kylan in danger? Why was bad people after him? According to the information he recently got there should be no one after him. He had no family not much attachment with anyone except a certain person who was now dead. So why was he in danger. All he could do was run towards the direction pointed by the little girl. And all he found was Kylan dead on the streets of the back alleys. The next thing he knew was that he was standing in front of a pile of charred bodies that was standing a moment ago. Now he couldn’t even ask them anything, or recognize them. Not that it mattered, Kylan was dead so what was the point anyway. And now here he was, in agony with a splitting headache.

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“Stop fighting it.” A voice rang in the alley he was in. Did someone survive. He slowly raised his head up and struggled to find where the voice was coming from but didn’t see anyone.

“Just let it in?” the voice spoke again and he looked up at the direction of the voice and sitting on top of the wall was a girl. Her hair short silver hair and pale skin shone in the moon light. Her legs hung under her skirt by the wall as she sat on top of it and looked down on him with her hazel eyes.

‘What the-’

He stared at her confused and disoriented the pain getting stronger and stronger.

“Don’t fight it, just let it in.” the girl said again as she looked at him in amusement.

‘Who the fuck is this trying to act cool.’

He struggled to looked at her feeling annoyed and frustrated.

Something flickered though her eyes as her expression turned from amusement to irritation and her brows furrowed.

“Did you curse at me? You just cursed at me didn’t you?”

‘Can she read minds.’ He became cautious.

“It felt like you cursed at me.” She said again looking at him as if searching for something.

“Whatever, I am just here to help a novice as a senior. Just stop fighting it and let it in or it will hurt more.”

Stop fighting what? The thing trying to tear into his head.

“Don’t worry I will keep you safe.” He looked in her eyes as she said that. Trying to find any falsehood in her words. He doesn’t want to trust a stranger but that was all he could do as he let it in. First it was slow like slowly turning the pages of a picture book, one page at a time. Then it got faster, faster and faster and then it crashed in on him all at once as waves and waves of memories of someone’s, no Kylan’s life flashed through his head. Everything was going so fast he couldn’t make sense of anything, until it stopped and a single memory played in front of him.

He saw a boy in their late teens running desperately. He was carrying a bow in his back and a humanoid being with eyes without any pupils pointed ears and fairy wings was chasing him. The being had their claws out as they chased after the boy. The being that was chasing the boy was a cursed fairy called Henya and they usually kept to themselves but it looked like the boy somehow ticked the Henya off.

The boy’s hand kept reaching for the bow in his back but stopped before he touched it. Unless he was fast and precise enough the bow would not be of much help to him and his hesitating hands showed that he knew about that fact.

The Henya did not look to be in a rush to catch the boy and kept following him with out much effort, soon though they would be bored of the chase, and whether the Henya was going to go for the kill or not depended on their mood. If he was lucky enough they were just going to play around with him a bit and leave if he was unlucky enough they would go for the kill. It also depended on the person and what they did to make a Henya chase after him as they were mostly solitary creatures because of their curse.

The boy seemingly to have made a decision stopped and quickly turned around as he took an arrow out and knocked it in his bow but before he could shoot the Henya was infront of him knocking the bow out of his hand. It looked at him furiously hissing at him. The boy stopped frozen as the Henya came in front of his face staring dead in his eyes. The boy was too terrified to move as he could only look down, he closed his eyes in fear the Henya was so close to his face he flinched as he could feel its breadth in his face maybe as a last stand of bravery he opened his eyes and stared at it defiantly. It opened its mouth and its sharp teeth slowly come close towards his neck. It looked like it was not in any mood to play, the boy stared terrified could only stare and he kept staring in shock as the Henya’s head exploded and it body lay on the ground with an arrow beside him. He didn’t even flinch as some of it its pieces stuck to his face like he couldn’t believe what had happened.

“Are you ok?” A voice asked him from behind.

The boy finally moved a bit as if waking up from a dream and turned around. There standing behind him was a dark haired boy staring at him in concern.