His dream was interrupted by a phone call, and his heart started to race. On the screen, it was his sister. "Hi, good morning. Hi, can you talk?"
"Oh yes, I can. How are you?"
"Oh, fine. I just thought about you, you know, about that situation. Yeah, don't worry, I'm okay with that. Good girl, so how are you?"
Every word, every sentence, crushed him like a needle to his chest. His heart raced, it raced, it raced again. He just continued the dialogue, but one moment made his heart particularly race, that heart, that until the moment he felt that his heart beat his chest. "You know, what about coming to us, stay with me for a week? Come on, Xing, when you're free." I don't know, it's physical. Maybe no, but no, no, it's too warm. I don't think about him.
The situation ended in a couple of minutes, but his heart still raced. He said to himself, Why are you doing this to me? I thought it's over. I thought you let me go. I thought... He then recalled every moment she had made him feel bad. It was like a crush; she was always mean to him, always arguing with him. What happened with this changing attitude? Why is she doing this to him?
Well, weird or not, people are weird creatures. Sometimes we love, sometimes we hate. But what about Xing? Xing's heart was racing, and he felt a continuous situation that would never, ever go away. But I don't have to see her if I don't want to. I can refuse her. I can tell her the truth. But then he remembered something: if I tell her the truth, it would be like, you know, my duty, about a moment that I... I don't want to see her again. Xing thought about ways to deal with this, ways to get over this, but nothing seemed to come logically. What about writing her a letter explaining that I hate her, and delivering it with a package to her house?
Lately, this situation seemed to be the best for him, as he took a piece of blank paper and started writing, "Well, dear Lily," and then he wrote, and he added, wrote and added. His mind directed to his story. This time, his adventure story started to become gloomy. Everybody seems lost. Sorry, it's got something to tend to dream about. "She's coming, actually, Crimson. I believe that we don't have any chance," but it was the collective voices of those around.
"Yes, this is the world without God, the world without people. They weren't like heaven. Without people, we are to live without the sun, and with the rain. Those were for never-ending rain. Nothing grows. They had to live inside cities, full of artificial places to grow plants, and the rain killed everything. Every pet left outside died, every bit of sun exposed outside died."
"So you say if those filthy beings continue to live, we will... yes, unfortunately, yes. If this filthy being continues to live, we are going to have a sun. But by the way, what about the old Magos? I believe he knows something, because, you know, I don't need to lie a bit. What? Malakay is not on that Tree of Worlds. That person on that tree, I met him on a gale, but it was very weird. While I always sleep on the gale's deck, he sleeps on the deck. He has a cabin, while I sleep outside. It was not a cabin that the workers had. It was like, he was something up, or something up, or like, yes, I suspect that Malakay is coming from another island. He is suspect, but he didn't just say, 'I know what I said,' but then Lev, I can't. I know, that's pretty weird. I believe they can see our world, but they can't go on a gale with you. I know, and I don't understand why. Normal blood, primary is my blood. So, what about the idea of a combination between our own and Malakay? What do you suspect?" she questioned the black Arlechino, Lux, who came around.
"Well, let's make it clear, you know Anton has that house. He can later go into the garden, to the Tree of Worlds. Yes, I know, but, well, let's make it clear, the gales might be some sort of houses as well, you know, it's traveling through different dimensions. But I believe all you see, you saw, it's just beneath the Tree of Worlds. So, you suspect that the gales are not the only means to travel between worlds? Yes, I suspect that. The gales are not the only means. I suspect Anton can travel as well, but I suspect he doesn't know how to travel between worlds. You know, Anton is different from Raizel and Kadis; he's younger, a new generation."
"But what if the generation that comes will be more powerful than the other?" asked Zoe.
"Well," Crimson added, "I don't think so. I believe each generation has something unique, but we are less powerful than Anton, we are less powerful than him."
"So, Lux, I suspect that you have both Arons' blood and Malakia's blood, which means that you are chosen. But I suspect that if we catch old man Raizel, we can find out more things about that."
"Perhaps," and then he looked around. "What about hunting him? That's a marvelous solution," says the other Arlechino, the red-hatted Adel.
"So, a marvelous solution, but where to find him?"
"I don't know, but I know something: he was resting in the forest near the Kujir Village."
"Oh, oh, that's gonna be fun!"
"Yes," and the Arlechino left. Though he looks around and she just find a place we need a tree to look at the stars, but she mumbles something, I'm sorry, nobody heard her, but the silence of the year and the glittering of the stars later sent her to slip, sing the wake up from his dream, he's looking around like nothing happens, he has a piece of paper full of different nonsensical words, trying to describe without trying to tell her the truth, but something's funny, he doesn't know exactly what to do, he just throngles over the same things, the same things as before, well, then he raises up,"