Here's the extra chapter... As promised.
Happy reading!
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We're on the human side of the veil
Humans
Humans
Humans.
From what little Wara remembered of them after she received her memories, she knew they were wicked creatures who took everything and left very little.
They were also very quick to adapt and very capable of being terrorists to whatever they set their eyes on.
The faint sound of a whip echoed in her memories. She knew this place.
"I know where we are too." Her voice was solemn as she spoke.
"Ah yes. This is close to that place. No?" Zelda asked, her voice equally serious. It seemed she was being affected by the memories too.
"Wara what are you talking about? You've never been outside the vei-" Pax began but was silenced by Wara's next words.
"I was born here."
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The king paced up and down, worry evident on his face.
That cursed boy sat atop his throne sideways, his legs dangling off the arm rest with relaxed playfulness. Thin strips of magic left his fingers at intervals, exploding into miniature fireworks just a few meters above his face.
Such a thing would have been harmless if he couldn't feel the intense amount of danger that washed over him everytime those magic strips left his fingers.
Felix looked high. His eyes were glazed over and drool pooled in his mouth yet the king knew that if he approached the boy, he would die.
After all, what he was doing was a crazy idea he himself had had but never had the strength to go through with it. Neither did he have enough witches to do it, even if he forced them to breed more essence creatures like them.
Felix had managed to create an artificial veil that drew life from it and powered it. Each time those magic strips left his fingers, something died around that veil.
It would have been better if it was just death around that veil but each time something died in the same spot over and over again, creatures born from the essence of death appeared, lurking near the veil as they also fed from it.
He was drawing power from a forbidden place. He would have been corrupted but the creatures being born from the death of everything around them took on the burden of that corruption.
King Brown shivered when he heard Felix let out a drunken laugh only for him to choke and spit out blood.
The high left his eyes as his eyes widened and he immediately sat up only to spit out more blood.
King Brown did not approach, he could not. Not when the intense amount of essence surrounding the boy was so dense he could see the air ripple.
"That cursed bitch!" Yelled Felix although his speech was gurgled!
King Brown could only watch and listen in pure horror as the boy's brown eyes turned black and void-like, his Nik'sati swirling and glowing at a frightening pace.
'What is he doing?' thought the Faery in awe.
A sudden burst of essence made the king yelp and leap across the throne room, very much eager to get away from death. He heard Felix laugh again before spitting out more blood and then collapsing face first to the ground.
King Brown would have ordered the guards or anyone to lift him and at least remove the sore sight from the foot of his throne. Alas the selfish king valued his life. The way Felix was using essence was too dangerous for any Faery or even a witch to touch him. They would explode if they did and the explosion could very much kill him.
He did not noticed the curly haired child approach Felix until it was too late.
"Don't touch him!" He yelled and then was prepared to dash out of the palace by any means necessary but stopped when he saw that nothing happened to the child.
"~error~ Frenvir" said the boy. "~Error. Error. E- e- err- cannot- error.~" Whatever he said was in a language that was not supposed to exist according to the King's ears.
He had long ago forced a witch to enchant his palace and even his ears so that whatever known and existing language would never be misunderstood by him. Yet there was a child whose words made the spell stutter in his ears.
A spell that had existed for generations. Passed down by kings...
A child whose markings were black... King Brown knew of the Āsimati. They weren't supposed to exist and instead were trapped in little bubbles of veils, locked away from the rest of their world for the reason best known to their ancestors. It had been that way even before the curse of Dies lucis.
Even then, the Āsimati had it worse, fated to die immediately during the Dies lucis for attempting to use a strength they were born with.
Each king was privy to the knowledge of the other races and kingdoms in the world so Brown was knowledgeable enough to know that Felix and the little boy were things that shouldn't exist.
Those markings were not normal.
King Brown could only uselessly stand there as the child shook Felix with slight concern, poking and prodding before bringing out a kerchief to clean the blood on his face.
The child then sat on the floor, staring at the kerchief in melancholy that should not be on a near eight year old's face.
He was sitting on the floor beside a literal powerhouse of essence that could make anyone explode for simply being in proximity with him.
King Brown sighed for the upteemth time. He was starting to miss his wife.
At least even if he couldn't predict her next moves, there was a certain peace knowing she couldn't kill him by simply breathing near him...
Well, most of the time.
Giving up, Brown walked out of the throne room and gave an order to the guards. "No one is to go in there till I say so, unless they have a death wish."
Ignoring the look on the guards' faces after he mentioned death, he tiredly dragged his feet to his chambers and sank onto his bed dejectedly.
He stared at his ceiling emptily for two minutes, nothing on his mind due to the overload of emotions he had gone through.
Only then did he remember another disaster that was supposed to be his half sister– who was also the mother of the anomaly he abducted was headed his way.
He closed his eyes and asked the gods.
"Why me?"