Condition 1: It awakens when the world is silent and you are isolated.
Condition 2: It consumes you within your “self consciousness” when you engage with the world.
Condition 3: It won’t hurt you when you hurt yourself
Passive State: It harms your soul
Active state: You harm Your soul.
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Prologue
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A tale of a lonely soul
Inscribed in the ruins of Evrosa shore
Written in the bizarre tome
Which non mortal could read
I saw my end!
Shall any being with a heart here ever wander
He be cursed
In the shadow of nature's nurture, his soul be dispersed
Like a vagabond ship with no destined harbour
Lurking in the shadows, shall it guide the lost
Freedom be unfathomable
Shall it come with unfeasible cost
With the life of a being affable
Tragedy be the feast to the promised one
By its rumble destiny be shaken
A new world be awaken
The affectionate be renascent as Goddess's Swan
Frail is the soul of traveller, the path harsh
Weather unkind
And the aids all bound by deathly marsh
But the will and spirit unbroken
The will of nature
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Yet the traveller treads on with rapture
Nourished in the arms of unspoken
Strengthen by godly mind
Curse of my soul was to wander around in the labyrinth of consciousness, which could be broken only by this paradoxical encounter! Even the wisest Nyeari could never have foretold this encounter, for it was guided by uncertainty.
Nevertheless, a death oblation was promised to Death God Aryne.
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Chapter 1
The clairvoyant
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The car arrived at the late dusk.
It stopped at the front yard. The coachman opened the doors, and the person stepped outside. It was dark, so I could not see the face, and couldn't even say if it was a man. The old sailor never mentioned it. I was waiting inside my house, peering out of my window.
Soon I heard knocks on my door. I opened the door. It was a woman, I guessed her age to be below thirty.
She was as tall as me. The first thing I noticed about her was her dark bewitching azure eyes, the darkest I had ever seen. She didn't have a cold stare. Old Sailor Cressen always warned me about this kind. The second thing I noticed was her slender snow-white neck. The tip of her nose was red. She had a cold beauty in her chiselled face with high cheekbones. She had long black hair, falling down to her shoulders, making curls near her ears. She wore bloody coloured oval earrings. Her eye brow was perfectly done. She had an adorably pretty looking face.
Then I noticed her clothes. She wore a black, knee lengthen cape coat with black over knee boots, and a red velvet beret to add a dash of antiqueness to her witchy beauty. I was mesmerised.
She stepped inside.
She stopped.
She stood silent.
I closed the door.
She turned towards the right, from where I was watching her. She moved forward towards my kitchen door. She checked the knob and felt its touch. She twisted it, and left it.
Suddenly she turned towards me.
'Hello, I am a Sybil. I go by the name of Yana. The Old Cressen is a good relation of mine, and so you should feel lucky. I don't deal with unknown people; rather I find it loathsome to be in here. It’s queer that a frail person like you has acquaintance with the him. But as I was asked, I am here. I shall inform you this, right away, that I am not some fortune-teller, seer or prophet, nor am I exorcist. Even though I am called Sybil, actually I am a witch, apprenticed by a Sybil. Anyways, what was the issue which you couldn't state even to our mutual friend. He urged me to meet you very hard. And I stand here in amazement; I can't read your mind nor can I find any clues regarding your issues.'
She stood silent. She looked around my living room, which was messy. She came close to me. I quivered, but I hid the emotions. She held my left hand, checked my pulses. We both could hear the racing beats of my heart. I had never been close to a woman before. I wanted to apologise, for what, i didn't care, but I didn't. She stared deep into me, and said;
'Your house is fine, but there is a power at work here, concealed, which I sense in the air, around you. I find my conclusion impossible to comprehend, but there is no other deduction. Your soul was cursed.'
I stood stupefied.
'I dislike tea, but I adore the odour of coffee. I don't like my coffee too sweet, rather sharp and piquant.' She adjusted herself on my clumsy couch.
'Alright' I nodded in a low voice. 'What would you like with the coffee?'
'Silence'
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When I returned with the cups of coffee, I found her asleep on the couch. It was kind of bizarre to see a beautiful woman sleeping on my dirty couch. I sat beside, on the chair near the window, kept the cups on the table in between. Such rare chances, and at this moment, it started to rain.
The fate took a new course the first time I put my eyes on the clairvoyant through my window, I know it.
I thought waiting must be the best course of action in this situation.
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Two hours later, she woke up. Sluggishly, she straightened herself. She stretched her hands, sat quietly for some time.
'Coffee must have gone cold. How long have I been asleep?' she sounded apologetic.
'Perhaps two hours.'
She nodded. Silence followed.
'I will heat up the coffee' I added.
'It’s okay. I will drink it as it is.'
I did not know what to reply. I handed her the cold coffee. She smelled it.
'Ah! I really love the smell of coffee, the light, nutty aroma of this cup. Do you like coffee?'
'I love it'
'You are an insomniac. Of course you love coffee. Do you remember the last time you slept peacefully?'
'It was three years ago. I remember it well.' I reluctantly replied.
'I see.’ She replied, ‘I like cynical nihilists. I was wrong about you earlier when I said a frail person like you having an association with the Old Cressen. You are not frail. The curse makes you appear frail. Every normal human would get the same impression. I was even misled by the curse's power. I pity you. I have decided to help you.'
'Okay'
'You aren't much of a talker. I like quiet humans.'
'Thank you'
'Do you understand the nature of your curse?'
'No, I don’t.’
‘It’s the soul which was cursed. This kind of curse is always embedded in the ruins of the ancient world. The power which slumbers in the ruins.'
'I did not know.'
'Do you have any extra beds? On second thought, I might adjust myself on this comfy couch for tonight.'
'No. You sleep in the bed. I will sleep on the couch.'
‘We aren't sleeping tonight. I will adjust myself on this couch while you will make a deal with the witch, me, all night. Do you understand?'
'I don't understand.'
'Don't worry. Just follow my words, keep up with it and the bond will bind us together until I free you of your curse.'
'Okay'
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