As Elliot wonders of what words might come from her blushing lips that takes evryone at stake, he pauses and looks at the servant carefully getting every glimpse that there is to take,he watches the servant with little interest or not at all ,but the only thing he truly is interested in, is her words.
As the young of so thought beautiful servant was walking with quiet steps she showed a quiet and relaxed body, her expression a deeply numb face that gived no emotion whatsoever, her glowing white silk hair flickering the light of the lantern that was near the round table that contained fruits from the garden of the highest trees that only the one with absolute power could attain and enjoy.
It was a reminder for Elliot as he hears the servant coming closer and closer but Elliot sight long left her and was fixated on those fruits recalling thier existence.
Those fruits were originally from the forest of oblivion, and were created by mother tree or tree of the grand eight It is a very expensive fruit because it feeds on souls, the forest is a big unknown territory for some, and even killed high level commanders for its unknown that lurks on it, It is said that these fruits will give you the memories of the victims that the soul kept and was stolen from mother tree , but it's is unknown for Elliot and useless.
Because in forest dies everyone, every being of existence lurking on the shadows of the trees that give these fruits are evrything even an ant soul would be stolen if it met death in the forest of oblivion, these fruits are called low souls of the oblivion, but cheap ones for short, they contain souls that don't matter souls that are under no consciousness or that have nothing to show, but the souls also give you spiritual fragrance that's why it is mostly expensive because it can give you powers.
As Elliot remembers the sacrificed of the oblivion he stares at the pink round fruit clinching his teeth not out of hunger but out of desperation, his time is running out, and he know it might be the last time the sun shines another time and darkness eats him whole.
He wonder's of what luck those cursed fruits can give him, what inspiration he can hold in to thier inexistent souls that were taken with no regard for potential awakening, thier life yet alive and yet dead were in a state of searching for thier meaning, what a horrible way to be on existence.
As the horrifying thoughs that surrounded Elliot were coming more and more aware of its inability to see the truth and only wanting the lie that keeps him hole, a calm voice like the wind of spring comes and brushes off the thoughs that were engulfing him deeper and deeper to hatred for fate.
"Mr Elliot I am sorry for disrupting you silence, but I have come here with a message to your regards, for coming in these mountains"
As the uknown servant gave a speech about Elliot wantings, he listened her with full attention with no possible disruption of her all waited sentences, his head lost in her quiet voice that could potentially give him the words that might save his soul from corruption.
As Elliot try's to move his dried lips from his closed mouth to give his question a meaningful existence, his question gets disrupted by the all powerful wind of spring, that throws your every thoughs out of your head, never recalling them ever again.
But the thoughts of Elliot were so stubborn like a mountain that the wind of spring just viewed his powerful determination and just gave to his strength.
'Damn this!...could she give me the antidote? Or not'
Elliot thinks itching his teeth in frustration.
"Mr Elliot I have come here to inform you that the omen wants to meet you, and your mother... he will be wating in the high room, the reason I came here so late was because the Oman had a meeting, and I genuinely say with the words of the omen, that he is sincerely sorry for the Delay."
The servant said with a low tone, bowing her head for forgiveness of the Delay that was put on him, Elliot face was becoming more and more questioned his mind In a deathly turmoil that gave him an unbearable pain that only he could feel, as Elliot was in his mind turmoil he turns his head, viewing the beautifully placed lights that were placed in the mountain ,the homes bigger then the others, evryone with a distinct change of view ,the night carrying the black clouds that blocked the moon to give the fake light that she stole from the sun, the moon was so beautiful yet... so fake.