A fat, burly man walked angrily, looking around as if searching for something, until he found a girl. He looked at her angrily and said, "Where is that rascal?"
"Huh?!!" The girl hesitated to speak and did not know what to say in front of this angry fat man who seemed as if he was about to eat her.
The girl looked at him fearfully and said, "Mr. Sars, ever since he said that he saw a flash or something that lit up, he has been hearing voices in his mind and imagining things."
After hearing this, the angry man's rage intensified tenfold. He shouted, "What are you saying? And you believed him?
He's obviously lying to avoid going on missions. Where is he?" The girl replied, "He's in his room. No,
no, please, not my son." Suddenly, I woke up, panting and sweating. I looked around to make sure this was real. Damn it, it was the same old dream. I stood up and walked slowly to a glass of water and started drinking. Ah, yes, just like that. Before I could think about the dream, there was a loud knock at the door. I looked up. Damn it, who's knocking so loudly? Wait before she breaks it down.
Then he spoke from behind the door and said, "Then open it before I break it over your head." Damn it, it's Asars. "Huh, Asars!" Then the old man showered me with words. After he calmed down, he said, "Why did you wake up so late? Did you forget I have a task for you?"
"I was tired and hallucinating, so I rested hoping it would go away, but it got worse. I was afraid it would distract me, so I haven't done my work for days."
"Hmm, so you're still insisting on lying, huh?" Then he shouted, "Damn you, you wretch! Go do your work!" "Fine, fine." I went before he hit me so I could do my work and his task.
I left before he could actually hit me. Then I heard a sharp, imposing voice in my head that said, "If I were you, I'd hit that fatso." Damn it, it's that illusion again. Am I cursed? The voice laughed and said, "I'm not an illusion, boy. I'm real." I ignored the voice and slapped my face. "Focus, Cyrus, focus. This is just an illusion.
" After that, I went to the room and found Sars sitting and discussing some things. He said, "Now, Cyrus, go to the western market and pickpocket some coins from people. Make sure no one catches you, and don't steal from the rich.
" I looked at him proudly, held out my hand, and said in a boastful tone, "Yes, yes, old Sars. Have you forgotten that I'm the most professional pickpocket, and because of my young age, no one will suspect me?" "Hmm, that's something you shouldn't be proud of, . Now go and take Lark and Lant with you."
After I left Asars's fat room, yawning, the voice in my head lingered and said, "Hmm, so you're a thief, little kid.
" I snapped back, "Shut up, you idiot! This is art, not theft!" I must be going crazy, imagining voices and talking back to them.
A girl approached me from afar with a boy; they were Lark and Lant. "Hmm," Lant said, "from your stupid facial expressions, I can tell it's the same voice you're imagining talking in your head." "Huh?" I snapped, "You're the stupid one, you with the messy hair!" "What did you say, you idiot?" Before we could fight, Lark intervened and said, "Have you forgotten we have a mission to complete? Let's go."