In my sleep, there's a big smile painted on my lips. Where there's also who dares to interrupt from my slumber. Who else might be? I wake up. There's no one nearby. I assess myself including the entirety of my personal quarters. Alas, the person who is standing right at the door is the man whom I made to play games with. He is holding the knob… playing the thing, sliding upward to downward movement. Vice-versa. Reciprocal motion.
"Oh, you wake up! How's your sleep? It's quite early. Dawn. It's an hour to morning from now." he utters.
"Wakey-wakey, you sleeping princess. Rise and sun." where he taunts me with intonation, the man means serious provocation.
"It's been months since you've never shown yourself. What occurs? Did you get traffic while reaping your bounties?" I retort it in my morning voice, as I gurgle most of the words I spoke.
He walks around but does not turn into my place. Tread everything. From my personal equipment to the designs I hang to. Everything that I worked for. He undertakes to scrutinize every nook and cranny. Of course, I do trust him to not destroy what he sees. A consensus between gentlemen and that is what I assume of him. As I am watching him, he turns his glance on me each object he piques to it.
"Five years ago, a token of my first tournament in Inglovia." referring to a scimitar-looking blade he holds on his hands, I say.
"Interesting… you can tell me about the tale of your victory if ever we have a chit-chat like this."
"Uh-huh?"
"There’s an uncertainty in your tone, my friend." he notices the indefinite status of my mood.
"Gentleman, first of all… you are not my friend, we are just strangers to each other. Second, that blade on your hand is just a consolation prize that bestowed upon me, attaining third place. Lastly, what the hell are you doing here, mister?" I voice out my candid thoughts, where I find the lad threatening, every time he moves - I am fazed.
"No need to be vigil, my friend. I am just visiting you. I ain't dawdling, that's true. I just came here to send you something. Here, take this." where he hurls something to me, as I don't get to catch it… I never meant to.
"A missive, huh? What is on it?" questioning the content, as I stay alert whilst I am holding a conversation to the stranger.
"Why won't you open it?" he suggests.
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The feeling is tremendous. Of course, I think of myself first before snapping the seal of this letter near to my left side. I am alarmed at how placated he is, as he is insinuating to me that there's nothing to worry about in a non-verbal manner. In cold sweat; both my forehead, my forearms, my hands, and my chest are profusely dripping out of hand. Chill on my body denotes me not to break the stamp of the letter and the other option is 'I want to know the truth behind this content.' I detect the smile on his face still stands despite everything that never opens what is inside maybe. His face tells everything! I know it, for sure, he wants me to reach for the envelope.
I scoff: "Do you think that I would be afraid of just getting this on my hand?," where the missive is really on the said-location "This?," I flutter the letter on my hand "... it is just a piece of paper." as in the end, I mock what would be inside of this envelope.
"Open it." he hereof says in a calm mood and imperatively.
"So, what is the play? What game do you want us to play?" replying, as I ask afterwards.
"You up for some fun? Well, sure, sire. I am giving you one." the man confirms, answering back my reply.
I look at him with a serious tone. I am about to say: 'If you are looking to have fun with, sure, I will give it to you.' if I actually have the cojones to say those words in front of him, I am prepared to fend him off. But not as much as sufficient since I woke up in a rude awakening. He holds a coin with two fingers - the pointing and middle ones. Juggling around with his fingers. I stop him by jabbing my finger towards the object in his hand.
"Cola…" I interject him to stop playing the coin around his hand, and automatically he will have to choose: 'cara'.
He gets what I say, by referring to the word: 'cola' which means 'rear' in the Acranish tongue. It signifies the gent to hurl the coin mid-air in a benign manner where he flicks the chip with his thumb. After a series of spins, the motion of oscillation is in my eye-level whilst from my outlook, it is in the lad's chest markings. I detect from the movement of his lips, uttering… Interesting. Based on how he mouths the word. When the coin is about to his knee-level. As it hits the ground, it ricochets thrice before establishing the footing of the coin. The aftermath it shows the numbers and the letters of the side.
As it is reckoned to be two L's - one is in the capital case and the other is in the lowercase. And there are numbers and a hyphen (19 - 1). Which means the first digits refer to the ordinal arrangement of which dynasty had and has ruled Inglovia. 19th is the current era so I hereby declare that the coin is freshly-minted under the incumbency of TŷLlewellyn family. After the dash symbol, there is 1 thus as of now, since TŷLlewellyn is the newly-elected imperial family by the guidance and by the might of the prince-electors (feminine: princess-electresses) as it stands Caliph-Grand Emperor of Inglovia Llewellyn McDylan is the first of his clan.
From the otherside of the coin, in contemporary standard, there's an epitome of this current ruler during the era of its reign. In conclusion, the one that appears on the floor is tails.
"It seems your luck hasn't run out. It favors you, still. I will commend you for that."
"Likewise…" I answer by his compliment to me.
He picks the chip on the pavement then flings it to me. I catch the thing what he has thrown at me. In an abrupt moment, the man vanishes before my eyes. It ponders me why he visits me all the way to this day?