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[Author]What is reality? A young kid asked his grandfather standing right beside him.
The old man smiled as he looked at his grandson as he spoke.
"Who knows?"
The young kid does not like what he hears.
He wants to know the difference between life and reality, between illusion and reality.
What makes something real and what makes something not real?
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A rainy day outside The moon shines on the ground, illuminating the dark street. The raindrops pour like a bucket from the sky as the silence itself creates an eerie atmosphere.
"No, I do not want to see you again !"
The screams of a young woman are heard from the next room.
In the interior of a pretty ordinary room, a young man at the age of 20 opens his eyes to scream. His eyes were blue in color, and he slept on the bed with his clothes on.
"You have no right to speak to me like that, you bitch." A voice, this time belonging to a man, sounded out. He was angry, angrier than the usual young man, in his mind.
If it was his past self, he would be leaving his room and going into their room to solve the problem.
But not this time. His name is Arden, and he believes himself to be no fool. He only makes a mistake once.
"It would be better for them to not fight in the night."
Arden thought. He then smiled and whispered.
"Silence"
with his words, a muffled sound of vibration heard out.
Then, the silence again covered the whole night.
There was no more sound or voice that could be heard. He gets up and sits on his bed and smiles ,
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Seconds later somebody knocked on his door.
Arden lets out a breath and gets up from his old wooden bed and goes to the door to open it.
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He opens the door. A young boy, at the age of ten or nine, looks at him with beady eyes. His hair is messed up and he is scared.
"So, little Arnold, why are you here?"
The kid, Arnold, looks around himself and then speaks the same way as he always does. like a mosquito.
"I am scared, brother Arden.
Arden closed his eyes and then nodded.
"Come on in then."
With his words, a smile spreads across the face of young Arnold as he enters the room.
Arden takes a gray-colored bottle from his bookshelf and pours himself a drink. He also pours milk for Arnold.
Arnold sits on the wooden chair as he holds the glass cup filled with milk. His feet do not reach the ground, but it seems like he has no problem with it.
Arden sits down in front of the kid and then smiles as he asks.
"What is it this time, Arnold?"
Arnold takes a sip of his milk as he speaks.
"Lady Lia and Mister Melk make too much noise. I woke up from a nightmare, So I came here.
Arden smiles again.
"I know that. I was just wondering why you keep coming here in my room when you're scared. "
Arnold stops this time, and his eyes dart around the room for some seconds before he answers with an uncertain voice.
"I heard that Lord Arden is a mage."
Arden furrows his brows and then asks another question. His kind voice was still there.
"Who said that to you?"
Arnold, seemingly, does not understand the nature of the question. He answers it clearly and directly.
"It was Old Hampton. He said, "You are a mage, and if I need help or I am scared, I can come to you."
Arden takes a deep breath and takes a sip from his drink. "Hampton, you know that you should not talk about these things," he thought in his mind.
After ten minutes, Arnold leaves the room of Arden, calmed down and happy as his belly is full of tasty milk.
Arden sits on the chair, all alone, the room only lit up by some candles. He listens to the silence, observes his thoughts and decides what he should do.
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In the same building, Old Hampton lived in his room alone. As he slept on the bed, he heard somebody knocking on his door. He rubbed his eyes as he put his feet on the wooden ground and got up from bed.
His long gray-hair falls down from his shoulders as he walks barefoot towards the door. His eyes clearly show unwillingness to live and signs of a stressful life. "Who comes to my room at this late hour?" he thought.
He opens the door and sees a familiar face.
"Arden ?"
Arden smiles and then speaks.
"Sorry to bother you, Old Hampton,"
Old Hampton had no resemblance to his former self, and his eyes widened like a hungry wolf spotting easy prey. He smiles and then speaks.
"No, of course not. Please come in. "
Arden enters the room. He notices a mirror on the side of the entrance.
which was not there the last time he visited Old Hampton.
Arden was a handsome man in his late 20s.
He shaved regularly but still had a masculine face. His height was around 180 cm and his body build was athletic.
"Why are you looking in the mirror? Are you still trying to look good to the ladies? "
When Arden made a simple joke, Old Hampton just laughed it off and then asked as he walked towards the bottle on the table.
"Usual ?"
Arden just nodded as he sat on the chair. which is different from his room.
As Old Hampton pours down two drinks, one for Arden and one for himself, Arden speaks.
"Do you know why I am here, Old Hampton?"
Arden speaks as he holds the cup of old and low quality wine, without drinking. Old Hampton is no fool. He noticed the tension in the air and then sat down in front of Arden.
"Please do tell me, you are not a person who bothers people late at this hour."