"How are you feeling?"

Dontel raised from the concrete floor, his vision stilll slightly blurred. He stumbled a couple times before he was able to completely get up. The group of three were gone where he last had seen them. Instead, it was replaced by two motionless strangers staring at him. He could tell, somehow, that the duo was similar to the previous three, yet their gaze are completely different. They were gentle, yet dark.

"I'm... I think I'm fine," Dontel answered. He inspected the two as he did to the three; a man and a girl. The man stood tall, covered in a cozy trench coat with black pants and shoes. The girl pulled a smile at Dontel as she then straightened her white school uniform and red skirt with black and white stripes.

"Before you ask us of anything," the man interrupted Dontel's inspections, a frown forming on his face, "I'll have to apologise. I'm sorry."

"Wha- Why are you apologising?" Dontel was as confused as ever to the man's words.

"Because," the man paused, "the process of saving your life requires myself to intentionally cause you to become a cabulator."

The man's sentence was filled with keys points of interest; 'process', 'intentions', 'cabulators'. Many question were raised within Dontel's head, but out of all of them, he only chose one to ask.

"Is everything going to change?"

The man eyes widened, clearly surprised by what Dontel asked, while the girl did the opposite as she closed her eyes.

"Yes," this time it was the girl that answered, "everything in your life is going to change."

Dontel knew what they were conveying. He became a monster, the same as the group from before and now in front.

"But if you want to follow us, we can help you survive," the girl ended.

Dontel looked at her again, a sense of conviction entered his mind. 'Is it worth it to risk his own life in the guidence of those two?'

Something within tells him the answer.

"I'll go with you."

"Good boy," the girl turned around and walked away before looking back again, "what are you doing? Aren't you going to follow along?"

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Hurrying forward, Dontel walked behind the two without hesitation.

This was the first meeting between the 'mute', the 'princess' and the 'fated', which happened two weeks before the beginning of the third cabulator massacure.

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"This is my castle!" the girl who introduced herself as Mein exclaimed as she entered her apartment room. The two men following after her only looked at each other with one nodding in confirmation, tiredly.

"So," Mein asked as she turned to them both, "what should we call our palagon?"

Dontel raised his right eyebrow in plain confusion as he each again looked at Ghet, the man in trench coat, only to be mirrored with a shrug and frown.

"Let me explain proporly since both of you don't know what a palagon is," Mein entered, "palagons are simply a group of cabulators, like gangs and companies, or even a guild in MMORPGs I guess."

"What does being in a palagon actually mean?" Ghet asked, followed by Dontel's question, "can anyone be in any palagon?"

"Being in a palagon means that we cannot harm each other. It's mainly a way so that we can't accidently kill one another, which is really helpful if we meet other cabulators and fight. As for your question, erm..."

"Dontel Grallen," he informed.

"Dontel then. No, only the head cabulator can increase the number of members. I'm not sure why that is since it's set by the wordsmith himself."

"The wordsmith?" Dontel jolted, "you mean, the legend was true after all!?"

"Yes, why else would people with supernatural powers that can change reality by the whisper of a single word exist?" Mein threw the last punch as Dontel thought for a while. He rememebered the research he had done on the history of the wordsmith, the founder of the city centuries ago. Several words on the past report of the city striked out; 'witches', 'magic', 'gods'. Then he remembered the battle between the woman and the two men - a hellscape carved in destruction.

"Well Dontel," Mein stopped his train of thought, "now that Ghet has 'included' you into our world of Lexis, we should probably teach you as many things as possible or else you'll get killed really quickly."

"Lexis?" Dontel caught the word from the sentence, "isn't that the city's name?"

"Yes, and it is also the name for the battlefield of the cabulators."

Dontel reflected on Mein's words. From what he had gathered, he had deducted understood most of the situation at hand.

"So let me get this right: Lexis city, founded by the legendary wordsmith, is the heart of the battleground for the cabulators, people with powers that can change reality when thye say a specific word, like how you, Ghet, 'included' me in this battlefield; that of which it will presumeably cause other cabulators to attack me as well?"

"Wow, I'm impressed," Mein confirmed, "however, you still got some of it wrong. Most notably, cabulators."

"What? What do you mean?"

Mein looked at Ghet, who also looked back, as if conversing in silence.

"Well," a sigh left Ghet's mouth, "you see..."

"Cabulators are not people, they are the personification of the words each cabulator wield themselves."

"What do you mean?"

"Take my word, 'inclusion'. I am created with the thought of 'including' and 'being included' in mind, which gave me this sort of personality and mindset."

"The same can be applied to me," Mein joined, "however, you are different. You are not a cabulator."

"Then what am I in this, the battlefield of Lexis?"

"You, my friend," she stopped for dramatical purposes, "are the second human being under the rules of the Lexis."