Morganael could sense that something bad had happened. — "Finn…? What happened?"
"I lost it…" Finn said in a gradual voice, stuffed with fear.
"Lost what?"
"I lost… the only stone we could use to get back to Earth." Finn said in a gradually decreasing voice, his hands were shaking, his voice was trembling.
"You… what?!" Morganael froze.
"Wait!... I found it!" He said happily as he pulled out a small box out of his pocket.
Finn opened the small and took out two dark-yellow lockets. "Here, have it!" Finn said with utter joy as he grabbed his locket tightly and wore it.
"What are these?" Morganael asked.
"These are Anti-Harm Shards(A.H.Ss)." Finn replied.
"Doesn't matter, what matters the most is 'WHERE THE HELL ARE WE?!'" Morganael asked bestart.
"In… uh… Heynxia?"
"The hell is 'Heynxia'?"
"The city where WE are at."
"Damnit!" Morn had already lost his hope, he could hope no benefit any further.
They were in another world, a world called 'Valsheim.'
"Anyway…" Morn continued, "what is this world called?"
"Easy. Valsheim."
"Uhm… what?" Morn was astoundingly swift.
"Valsheim. Plot twist: Earth has been teleported into this new solar system."
"EARTH HAS WHAT???!!!"
Morn muttered unlistenably as he slumped down against the wall, relieved. He crusted and stood up.
"Also. Every place has a Vildian Code. The code of this place is: 53 69 6E 69 73 74 65 72 20 42 6C 61 63 6B 20 57 69 6C 6C 20 43 6F 6D 65 21." Finn ensured that Morn felt troubled.
Morganael looked at Finn in despair as he heard the unlistenable code name some ass person would make.
Morganael bestart looked down again, in despair that this world wouldn't grant any prosperity just like the old hood.
"WHAT IS GOING ON?!" Morn was devoured by his malfunctious conjecturations. He bit his lip and said: "What do we do now…"
"You die." A voice came carvelling through the narrow space.
Their faces ajurred pale, the air was now pushing against them. Restlessly. Continuously. And. Fonciously.
Incious drew in walking lazily, as such valiant actions coloured the dead sky. With the stars blooming like a torch against water. He looked false enough.
But, simply 'water' does not clarify a thing, does it? No.
So, what is it?
Some stars bloomed very hard, the sky looked as if it was made by a kid.
But, what was in the middle?
Moon.
Sometimes, it takes none to solve what cannot be done by one.
And so did this 'moon' resemble what I've told you before.
The fear in Morn's eyes gradually enhanced as the place became narrow.
The air thickened and Morn's throat was silenced. As silent as the thorn of power and authority.
But Finn? He wasn't a silent loser. He was HIM.
He had his face serious, like a statue made for the guide of life and death. His eyes were sharp and enough to fright one away. And that fright would be so strong that it can solely defy psychology.
He was. Quite an extraordinary one. I'd say.
The wind moved faster around them.
But how fast?
Not quite a danger. Not one danger that can solely make people fright so bad.
But his hair? Quite a mess.
Not those types of hairs that give an idea that he came after a destructive chaos.
His hairs were so messy they looked like a football player who just came after scoring seven goals in a row.
One piece of his hair fell down gradually as it reached the eyebrow of his majestic brown eyes.
He gulped. And waited for a few seconds before he gradually tightened his grip to grab the bat near him.
To him, this was nothing like a duty. It was like a choice. His own desired choice.
He took a very deep breath. He was now ready for something.
Something what? How? Why? When? Where?
Incious looked down at him, Incious's own thought that Finn was trying to fright him led him to question the common.
"Say, kid. What is your name." Incious asked as if he had experienced this before. Something that went very wrong.
That moment there felt very wrong. The sky looked very brightful for a very split second until it gradually regained its dullness.
Incious's eyes were narrowed as 'it' saw through the ways this could have been done.
"There are billions of people right now… in this world." Finn began, the air around them felt more like a dizzy-wave now. Each word hit Incious like a stone.
Not a simple, tiny stone. But Like a rock.
A large one. Filled with questions of the next.
Finn began to wander around here and there. He was slow, he took each step so carefully it felt like playing chess. He (Finn) looked down each time he took a gradual step.
"But you're the only dumb-ass out here."
He stared into Incious aimlessly. He had now completely stopped walking. His eyes were dilated into one thing sole: Incious.
Incious gave a resounding tsk. One that'd keep resounding in everyone's ears until the ears start to bleed heavily.
Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!
It was gradual, yet felt like it was the swiftest thing ever.
Incious started laughing heavily. It was so loud it'd actually make one's ear bleed.
His laugh was resounding, yet menacing. Menacing in a way even monsters would leave immediately.
His laugh didn't stop, it was going on-and-on-and-on!
The sky almost felt scared of Incious. Starts became nearly-dark as the crimson moon stood in the centre.
The stars were altogether forming a bigger 'star.'
Something that happens in centuries, not even centuries; thousand years.
They were confused by Incious's so-menacing laugh that centered them around the darkness.
The crimson moon became dull, dullest in years. Fullest in months. Right away, there was a cracked wall.
It was slightly-red-and-white in colour. Therefore, it was broken. There were many plants growing in it, it was the place for many before and many others now too; just not the same.
And then, Incious stopped. It stopped laughing.
And what it became? Utterly unidentificable. Utterly disguisable.
He stared straight into Finn's eyes. His face was pale and dreadful.
But guess what?
Finn burst into Incious so swiftly that Incious had no time to react, hell; it didn't even have the time to process what was happening or what will happen to me that very moment itself.
It wasn't that long a distance that Finn would have to run like a runner just to be near him, it was just two or three foots away, and by foot, I mean literal FEET or FOOT.
The air around Finn doubled, as it was already moving at such a speed that it felt like a blizzard of air. In simple terms, we call it 'wind.'
Finn swung his bat, pretending to aim at its head. But swiftly exchanged it to knees.
Where 'it' collapsed, unable to walk any further.
And speaking of walking…
Morn halted as he was before. But soon he realised this wasn't any more of gore.
Finn again swung his bat in tranquility on the head of Incious. An ass person versus a God? How is that fair?
Unfortunately. It is.
It was sealed, severely.
"RUN!" Finn proclaimed as he looked back at Incious, who was still laying down on the surface like a puppet. He was both the master and the puppet, bestart think, was he in heaven? He was no longer 'it', he now became a 'he,' like a tiny little bee.
"Lost, did I not? But—" Incious choked. As he tried warning him about the one.
"Yer not a God-like being. Yer a damn loser. Now stop pretending to act like one and get on!"
Finn didn't stop provoking Incious, though; he sounded a little too right. His actions were fortunately a trouble to Incious, since he couldn't do anything but just stay there till the verum returned. Resist not. But stay still. Was it a false kill?
He said in a fluttering voice that: "He" will surely come, for a tiny little sum. Run as fast you can, till the mountains cease. "He" will certainly come for all, and your and his life will fall!
"Sudden poetry, huh?" Finn sodaine thought the main: what does this mean?
The time listened to no one, but the acts listened to time. And for no verum reason, they did finally cease. And the sky bloomed with a sodaine meet of war. It was painted in light-red, like if one casted a spell, just to ring a bell of hell.
Morn's mind reckoned that if they stay too long; the meticulous act which was impulsive, it would become their dream to live again being free.
Incious was not an amiable being, but the one here was a false dream.
"What do we do?" Morn questioned as he was ready to run for his life.
He wasn't frightened now, he anon hurtled towards Finn, poised to grab him by his shoulder and take him away; as per his plan. Uttering: "Come with me! I've got an idea!"
They left anon, hereforth would they not? Was it their own fault?
As per I know, they would be digging up their grave. Sometimes, the only thing left behind is one's memories. But It's the soul we put it in, not the body.
They vanished from the sight as the fog grew dense and far leaving Falsch behind. It wasn't thernens luck that thirns survived, it was bewnth that Finn was there.
Unknowingly Finn's eyes lingered upon a closed train station.
It was a closed building, the entry was yet unlocked. For some reason, the dense-fog had gone around them. The building was pale-red in colour, the colour made it looked like a wall stuffed with blood stains.
"Come on! This way, Mornie-Chan."
"Ass statement." Morn replied back hurriedly to protect heits dignity.
They turned left anon, straight to the station. It was anon the time to steal away from. They had just entered the pale-coloured building, it was much pale inside. The intramural conflicts within forged this place a penetralia for people who do not covet to be wist by this revenant world of falsch frip.
The air around them had already thickened as they read a letter pinned on the closed pale-red train with yellow stripes at the bottom. It said:
𝕱𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖙𝖍 𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓, 𝖋𝖊𝖓𝖑𝖙𝖍 𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖙 𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖓𝖑𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗. 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖙 𝖆𝖇𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖚 𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖑𝖙𝖍…𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖔𝖓 𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖙𝖍 𝖚𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖊-𝖋𝖊𝖓𝖑𝖙𝖍-𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖘 𝖋𝖊𝖓𝖑𝖙𝖍 𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖕 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖘𝖈𝖍.
"𝕻𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖕𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖞𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖑𝖘𝖈𝖎𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖔𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖟𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖔𝖇𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖓𝖇𝖎𝖔𝖕𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖇𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖉𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖘𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖇𝖔𝖐𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖊𝖓𝖔𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖉𝖎𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖇𝖍𝖊𝖓𝖏𝖊𝖓𝖇𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖇𝖆𝖐𝖆." 𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖘 𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖙𝖍 𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖍.
𝖀𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖇𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖚𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖑𝖞. 𝕰𝖗 𝖆𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖘 𝖙𝖔𝖓 𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖙𝖍 𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖍.
𝕿𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖍 𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖙𝖍 𝖘𝖚𝖓 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖘 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖍. 𝖀𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖙𝖍 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖍; 𝕰𝖗 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖚 𝖓𝖔𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖉𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖗𝖆 𝖇𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙; 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖗 𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖙𝖍 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖘𝖈𝖍 𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖕; 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖍 𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖊 𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖙𝖍 𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖊-𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖙𝖍-𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖘. 𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖙𝖍 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖚 𝕰𝖗 𝖉𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖍?
𝕭𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖓𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖏𝖎𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖏𝖎𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖔𝖏𝖎𝖊𝖏𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖐𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖏𝖔𝖘𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖐𝖊𝖐𝖆𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖟𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖒, 𝖇𝖎𝖓𝖇𝖎𝖓𝖏𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖇𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖔; 𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖍 𝖇𝖊𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖍 𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖍.
~𝕾𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖆𝖓 𝕾𝖆𝖓𝖒𝖆
This indeed was weird to them, but did tthey had any other option?
"Why is there a train in this world?!" Morn ordered as the corners of eyes became dull due to the less amount of sleep he had ere.
"Dunno." Finn replied as he wasn't shocked but prepared for the next.
Their minds connected by the thinking of changing their identity to be sealed off from Incious. Finn wasn't someone who would hide, but this time danger was indeed high.
But, the twist lied here:
A man can change themselves: physically, psychologically, in every way. But he will always be the same him. It is experiences that keep "him" still "him." Nonetheless, there's something even bigger; that makes "him" stay still him: their past themselves.
Morn anon thought of killing himself, thinking it would save him from the unwanted danger. It wasn't his fault that amidst the fight and unawareness of what had happened, he conjectured this.
They ran towards the train, their gait was quite unusual. Morn was already sweating, he never ran this much at such speed entering the train after running at minimum half a mile or so. The final pleasure coming over his face when they entered the train was one of his best pleasures or so he conjectured that.
And when they had entered the rusty, old-looking train. They could only see darkness, along with a switch-button stuffed close to the main parallel-entry on both sides.
They looked astounded as if they saw a God just beside them. Momentarily; though, Finn found it quite awkward for Morn to be in such a dark-atmosphere. And so, he turned on the lights; setting the switch-button upright.
And when the lights turned on, they found a man with a short-beard, blonde eyes and medium-hairs with a long black robe staring dead into them. Anon, he took out two doubled-knives which were half the size of a normal katana. And with a deep whisper, he said — "Hello, my friends. Remember me?"