THE MIND'S EYE
- Chapter 1 -
- The Liberty havens -
A life full of dementedness and conflagration. Is a boy, who has already proven himself to be adequate to do anything a lead can do.
The witching hour, an hour where everyone slumbers to the night. A somnolent air bliss from the sky. The bird's tweet, The houlet’s cry was heard by a boy who had been wide-awake. A shaft of light flickered from the lunette.
“What is that?”
The boy said under one breath, His sister rose from her slumber.
“Marquis, Why are you still awake? We have pastries to deliver tomorrow.”
The sister said to marquis the boy, Marquis sighs and settles down to sleep.
“Sorry sis.”
Marquis said to his sister Marisa, Marisa nodded silently approving his apology. They both dozed off to sleep, The night warm and peaceful the birds chirp, Everyone quiet.
The following day, As expected, everyone in the village was full of activities. The two siblings walked to the crowded zone holding an unmanageable weight of the casket inundated with kuchen and panettones, Marquis seek struggle trying to hold on to the casket.
“You're being extravagant.”
Marisa said as she gazed to her little brother who was struggling to carry the casket.
“I'm not being extravagant, it's veridicality heavy weighted.”
Marquis glared at his sister for being so disobliging and vituperative.
“You're not being expedient”
Marquis said to Marisa, Marisa rolled her eyes and traveled on to deliver the lovely pastries to the houses in a faraway village.
After walking for a straight hour, In the village of a town called aempleforth
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They wondered and handed over all the pastries in the casket. A busy day for the two as it was the most fortuitous day they ever had. In the treacherous den a light flickered, Deja vu isn't it the light flickered like yesterday dead of night, He frozed from his place he took a stride foremost. The emitted light increases the light shining as bright as the sun, He looked around. Nothing, not a single thing was in the den, only the light that shimmered.
“Hello?”
He said to the den undoubting himself that no one was in the den except for him. Marquis felt a light cold touch of mist, his eyes wandered to all places till he saw where the mist came from. Trap, A trap it was the den was not only hazardous but also a baited trap for humans. The mist grew more stronger, Marquis' sight was blurry, his facepalm to the surface blacking out.
“Wake up.”
A yell, Marquis rose after being unconscious. Panting rapidly, He loom back touching the cold winter grass. His eyes roam the place. Huh, A forest it was. It might be winter when he gets beamed in. The air was cold as a floe, The weald shrouded with squall. The loathsome crimson blooms in the ground,
The wooden board directed to the right, Maybe it was where the village is. After all, the wooden panel says Orrinshir village. Marquis trekked through the woods, Establishing many morphons. Such as the borkul, The borkul is an apparition of the forest. The borkul has the speed of the light; its competence is all about the authoritative life of nature. Allusively, The borkul is a morphon of nature that is consequential for the terrene but also a threat to the creation of god.
As marquis proceeded on, The village of Orrinshir was not far from him yet, The homestead was full of morphons. Such as the shanions, The shanions are like elves themselves but more hazardous but also congenial. The shanions are merchandisers normally exchanging stuff with the laojin’s also known as trolls. The laojin’s exchanging the shanions with pelfs for their loaves and prerequisites. The laojin’s kept a silent peace with the abode for the sake of the microcosm.
“Hello?”
Marquis spieled imperturbable, A shriek of yeeps echoed to the Hamlet full of shanions that are contemporary assiduous at the moment.
“Is it a biped or a clairvoyant?”
A shanion maundered her father as they assembled their arboretum.
“Yes indeed, It is a biped.”
The father of the shanion said in response. But why is a human here? They all asked in their judgment. A human is rare indeed for shanions to see. But humans are also five percent of the population of the realm meaning some mortality is in the world of
The liberty havens. The shanion crowded the human being appalling him.
“My name is Anestria, I'm a shanion or an elf they call us. Welcome to our village!”
The little shanion uttered as she smiled at the human being.
“Welcome to our world little human. Ettrian, Ettrian Elbaral the sovereign of this hamlet.”
Ettrian stated, As he walked forward to the little human being louring.
“Make sure to be safe from the Laojin's, which are very dangerous.”
Ettrian said out of earshot, The shanions now are in a different era from Ettrian. As the new days, Shanions see Laojin's as a critter just peacefully transacting with them as bruvvers.
But for Ettrian for centuries he remained alive for almost 1000 years yet he's still in his 40s. In which is age stopping or also known as Uphixone in their universe, For centuries of observations, Laojin's came as beast trolls that can't be united or trustworthy.
As the globetrotting journey begins, Surviving in a universe of dementedness is rough. As every step is a risky move to do, You'll never escape freely without dying in The world of Liberty havens. Ubiquitous eyes, Watching your every move. Watch your place or you'll find your soul flying away to get out of this journey of danger. War begins and also finishes. But is the protagonist gonna survive a world full of danger and risk? A question that will lead to far no answer. Liberty havens will continue as the world ends to peace,A quiet place to no people no human being that's explore, live for fun and happiness.