Prologue
Flicker. Flicker. Die. Flicker.
In a fairly dark room sparsely illuminated only by the blue, faintly glowing crystal rocks, a man of black sat carelessly upon a wooden chair. His boot clad legs were crossed, outstretched, placed on the table in front of him and the dull blue beams of light faintly caught the suspicious dark stains on the heels of the boots. Behind him, on the stone floor, far away from the illumination provided by the crystals, a hand peeked out grotesquely from the shadows, the owner it was connected to remaining unseen.
Beside his legs, on the table, sat a baseball cap, clean and new looking but for the cracking and faded outline of the character at its front that was once its design.
The man silently- as silent as a mosquito hunting in the dead of night- reached his arm down from their crossed position on his chest into the pocket of the shadow black coat. And from within it, brought out not a knife, nor a gun, nor a pack of enchanted cards, but a letter.
The yellowing paper was old-perhaps about half a decade- and was evidently well read: the creases along the folds had weakened considerably and had begun to tear, causing the letter to seem like it was about to fall apart.
But the man, seemingly not witnessing the state of the parchment, fluidly opened the paper and began to read.
He read quickly, silently, blankly. Once. Twice. Thrice. Thoroughly.
After scanning through the letter for a fourth time, he let out a faint breath before gingerly folding it and returning it to its position in his pocket.
A vague light flickered in his mismatched eyes briefly before they were quickly suppressed and masked by drab indifference.
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“Are you there?” he asked suddenly. His voice was soft, hoarse and faintly cracking. A young voice.
“Yes.” From somewhere beyond the darkness, a mellow voice answered promptly.
“We’re heading to the next place.”
“Yes.”
He stood up, ran a mildly calloused hand through his short hair, then, put the cap on his head. He turned and walked away from the spotlight into the darkness, passing by the peeking hand on his way. From somewhere in the room, another pair of footsteps echoed in rhythm with his.
As he walked, gradually leaving that isolated illuminated spot behind- as if it was some sort of allusion, one eye glowed brightly in the blackness. That earlier light was back. And with a greater intensity.
He forcefully suppressed it with a breath once again even as his thoughts flared.
Just you wait. All of you. I’m coming…
…I’m coming.
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That night, as he slept, he dreamt…
The sky was rapidly rising.
No, it was the ground that was falling.
A circle of black was gradually and quickly encroaching on his vision. And the sky that was just recently a bright blue color, had now transmuted into a white small light that was still getting farther away from him by the second.
He reached for that bead of light, desperately hoping for someone to pull him out of the darkness he was falling into. Nobody did.
He was still falling- wind rushing violently past his ears, heart thumping wildly, legs flailing- and he realized, belatedly, that he was going to die. Splattered to pasty meat and bloody mist the moment he met the bottom.
He closed his eyes.
….. And heard a crane’s cry.
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Author’s Note
Heya all! Nice to meet you and thank you for reading I have a farm in another world!!!
This novel is a project that has been hovering in my mind for the past few years and so, I have finally decided to bite the bullet and go ahead and write. This was originally planned to be a paperback so if you sense any off-pacing, then yeah, that’s probably the reason. I have, though, tried my best to eliminate any element that may contribute to a non pleasant read, but if you do come across any, please draw my attention to it and I’ll do my best to correct it…
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Have a wonderful morning, afternoon, evening, or night (whenever you read this)
Lots of blessings.
- Vine.