"You know he won't survive. This world is a horrible place to grow, so why... why Reyn would you let him go?"
The angelic beauty of the first wife of the king, Ariadne, was marred with worry. It had only been a few minutes since Reyn had let go of her son. All the person's inside the estate all saw or sensed him leave through the southern gate. They all bore witness to the departure of the first cripple of the Telemenpha.
"Ariadne, no...Temetius, why are you so concerned about my boy? I know what the current state of the world is like, I know so much of it... but even with such I want to give the boy a chance, a chance at survival, at strength, at glory, at wealth and at love."
She pursed her lips, her eyes flickering with love and deep worry.
Facing the woman who sat across her with a blank expression. Perhaps it was because, she was also a mother, that she understood the heartfelt desire of another mother wanting their own flesh and blood to live, that a shallow smile bloomed across Aria-no, Temetius's countenance.
"Its been centuries since you've called my true name. Sigh, but I'll defer to your decision. Even I wouldn't want my children to die." Temetius quietly said, taking a sip at the amber liquid in her teacup.
Seated in one of the esoteric room's hidden within the estate. Two women of extraordinary beauty had tea in the solemn room filled countless engravings, indecipherable patterns and gold statures of different figures.
"Thank you, Ariadne,"
She spoke in a low voice almost whispering as she took the tea cup containing the hot amber liquid to her tantalizing lips.
***
Walking along the long winding road, Jedaiah watched as the stars shimmered from their heavenly position, ignorant of his plight. The moon shone kindly as though it felt for him. The crimson haired Jedaiah walked. He had maintained a steady pace so as to not over stress his gaunt weak legs that carried him forward. Meadows of green grass covered both sides of the road, each spanning miles as they quietly rested in the night.
'What a quiet night.' He thought.
"Where are you going?" The sweet, ethereal voice of the mysterious being had returned. Posing a question in its melodious return.
"I don't know." Jedaiah staidly answered as he continued to walk forward.
In truth, he was raised as royalty, so he was taught all about the geographics of the world he lived in. From the finest education to the best techniques in combat. He had received it all by being the prince of the king. But, after he became comatose, his mind gradually began deteriorating, losing all that accumulated knowledge, leaving him mentally bankrupt. Right now, he had the mental faculties of a five year old child. As for how he managed to behave as a fourteen year old, was simply because of the inborn instincts of a Telemenphen.
He maintained a steady walking speed not knowing where he's own two feet were carrying him. His face maintaining a facade of calmness due to the discipline imbibed within him, but his heart trembled greatly with each step he took forward.
The sweet, melodic voice chuckled, seemingly amused by Jedaiah's way of talk. He sounded cool and confident, but the voice knew his fears. How they ravaged his heart, and how they killed his spirit. The voice knew it all.
"Then let me help you."
The mysterious voice, filled with unnatural sweetness and levity, gently beckoned, soothing his fears. The knowledge of how not to trust any strange voices had long evaporated, kindling a soft hope within Jedaiah's murdered spirit. His face bloomed with apparent joy at the help provided.
Receiving no response from Jedaiah, the voice took that as a sign of affirmation. Time passed by, his heart eagerly awaiting the mysterious help. Great signs from above, mysterious patterns on the ground, a natural tugging of the soul. He thought it all, stimulating his great desire for help and divine intervention.
But nothing of such occurred. A creeping doubt gripped his hope, strangling it, unease appeared on his face.
"Uhh, voice, where's the help?"
A question filled with doubt and apprehension filled the air. How could one trust an unknown existence and one of mysterious origins so easily yet, Jedaiah did so in his desperation for divine assistance.
The unexpected effects of the calm, ethereal voice had waned. The air that was infected with such sweetness, felt bitter and stale.
But, the sweetly chuckling of the voice, softly echoed.
"I've already done it. You just keep walking forward."
The sweet magnetic voice spoke, easing the poison called despair.
"Oh, thank you." Seeing his problem had long been solved, he answered, his weak voice filled with boundless gratitude.
A long silence fell as he continued walking, his heart had not been given to despair as hope burned brightly within. The soft crunch of reed sandals kissing the dry ground with each step, added a sense of peace within the atmosphere around him as the celestial radiance of the stars illuminating the dark sky in various unique patterns, created a magnificent thing...
Eventually, the night ended with the rising of the sun. The golden haze of morning engulfed the earth, with the fiery white glow of the sun peeking from the eastern horizon. The emerald grass with blooming flowers, were littered with dew which glowed at the light of morning.
It was a new day,
Jedaiah had walked all night with a small smile adorning his thin face. Seeing the rising sun, a sense of wonder welled up within his hope-filled heart. Stretching his gaunt arms, he basked in the warm light of the sun, at ease and in perfect peace.
Then something happened.
The white sun rising at the edge of the horizon, turned darker and darker. The flowers which bloomed hurriedly closed their petals, seemingly fearing something as the emerald grass turned a shade darker and bowed low towards the eastern horizon.
Sensing something was wrong, Jedaiah, opened his eyes to see what was wrong and what he saw mortified him.
The sun had turned completely black, the shimmering stars all, turned a fiery red as the crescent moon seemed to have disappeared. Strange and eerie creatures made of the same fiery red starlight danced in the high heavens, greatly terrifying him.
Cold sweat erupted everywhere within him, fear of unnatural proportions gripped and ravaged his being. His spirit began to warp in this strange and eerie environment.
'run.'
A voice within him muttered. Not giving a second thought, he began his mad dash along the winding path. Cold sweat dripping from his being. His gaunt legs creaked under the sudden pressure but the adrenaline gave them new strength to carry him forward.
'what's going on?!, What's going on?!, WHAT'S GOING ON?!' he madly thought running like the very wind.
The strange events seemed to pay him no attention, but their very presence, their very presence was all too frightening to withstand. Though nothing ominous had attacked him, these strange events left a terror on the young boy's heart as he ran and ran and ran. The horrifying, sinister kind of terror.
He seemed like the wind, rushing along the path.
Hah, Hah, Hah.
Deep panting's escaped from the dry mouth of the boy, sweat covering his gaunt body. He couldn't anymore, he couldn't run anymore but the terror, the terror pushed him forward.
Then the strange phenomenon ended. But the poor boy still ran as though death itself chased him.