Slowly but surely the others had croaked one after the other, leaving only the supreme and the commanders awake, along with Heimlich and Laura.
Even at that Leo and Fiona sat at the back of their respective wagons, staring into nothingness.
Until Fiona began chanting something out of nowhere.
"Why is it so hard to run away….
Just want to see the next warm day…
Eyes all over me, they should be anything but awake…" She would continue, but was interrupted by Leo.
"Yet I look up high, and then I can I see why…
The sky so bright, yet it's night…
And the day may be dark, still I refuse to fall apart…" His voice echoed.
Fiona clapped lightly.
"I didn't know Slocthger's songs could reach the fourth sector" Fiona said openly.
"Slocthger?" Leo looked confused.
"Slocthger Kennedy.
He is a composer, but is more known for his books.
This song is one of the more famous ones, usually used as a lullaby.
But songs like these don't tend to leave the empire." She elaborated.
Leo stared in actual bewilderment, it was the first he had ever heard of him.
The only reason he knew of the song was due to Marcus singing it from time to time.
"Really?
I didn't even know about him, I'm blasted to hear he's famous." Leo voiced out casually.
"That song of his is actually the only one that became famous.
So I'm quite a bit taken aback that you went off key at the last line." She said to him.
"Off key?
That's how Marcus sang it, or at least that is how I remember him singing it." Leo felt a little annoyed.
"His books only blew up as of recently actually, yet they now define his legacy." said Fiona as she yawned a bit.
Leo's face brightened up, his love for books that stemmed from curiosity was the catalyst.
"If his books are so good, then I might have to read them." Leo responded with an uplifting tone.
Fiona shook her head in a kind of pity.
"That is going to be…frankly put; impossible" She revealed.
His look turned to disbelief.
"Impossible?!" He said loudly in the deep of the night.
He had noticed his tone so he covered muted himself by cupping his palms to his mouth.
He stretched his next to look behind to see the people he had disturbed.
Heimer looked at him as they locked gaze for a brief moment.
"Sorry…" Leo mouthed in a clumsy manner.
Heimer waved it off.
He returned his neck to the original position, then sighed.
"You said impossible, why would that be?" Leo reduced the loudness of his voice.
"He had a very controversial lineup of books that looked fictious until recently..."
{All his books were good reads out of context, they had good concepts, but they weren't really captivating so they were all at the back of the library shelves rightfully so.
Iinitially his few readers thought he just had another very imaginative mind, with a daring sense of naming since all the books were named 'Lost history' accompanied with the number of the issue.
But thinking back now, it may be due to its lack of popularity that it wasn't branded as heresy.
Fast forward to six months ago and the books became less fictious, from the moment the first raindrop fell.
All he wrote began to look like a documentary, the world in his works was very much like this one as well, but the world has all sorts of 'climates, weather, floods, lava, oceans, deserts' and many more.
Concepts we had never heard of, even the construction methods we now use were written in those books, since they were explained to even the lowest levels of intricacies.}
"And just like that all the books were taken down, including his latest set of books that had been released a day to the disaster which no one had seen.
The only one that has access to it is the King and some other few.
Want to guess the number it would total the books to?" Fiona asked Leo.
Lightning scattered through the sky, and not to long after thunder ruptured through it.
"There are so many numbers, how do you expect me to guess just one?" Leo asked.
"I expected more from you" Fiona remarked.
"And I would expect you to not expect that much." Leo was petty.
Fiona's face softened a bit.
"Sure sure.
The three books added to his previous ten…" Fiona laid it up for Leo.
"Thir...teen" Leo said slowly.
"That's the same as the number of commandments, but it could easily be a coincidence." Leo added.
"It could be, but at this point any conspiracy might just turn out to be true." Fiona sighed.
"And what happened to Slotchger?!" Leo requested more info.
Fiona beared a disturbed frown.
"He wrote down something on a piece of paper in his room.
Just the lingering thought to publish it, this occurred multiple times as well leading to a whole catalogue, but they were works I could never be proud of.
It may sound like a dumb excuse,...and to be honest it is one I myself would never be caught believing.
And so I know the most foolish thing to do would be wait for my death by several ignorant hands welding blades from people that hide the truth.
They will call me to a hearing where I will have no defender, or burn me while I'm nailed to a cross by a people who know more than I do.
Oh the deplorable ways you all seek to kill me, once unknown, once loved, and to complete the cycle, now I'm hated.
To fate; the rewriter of dreams, how nice of you to leave me with no choices…there is realistically nowhere I can run to.
At my wits end I shan't flea, instead I shall await it, but not the way fate imagined.>
…
The next day, he was found hanging from the balcony of the second floor, death by suicide." She responded.
Leo looked buried in thought.
"He said it came to him by a dream…
It couldn't be?!" Leo had a theory.
Fiona nodded her head.
"If it was that being then it's possible.
At this moment, it is actually the only reasonable explanation that could be applied." Fiona said.
"The messenger…" Leo's voice faded a bit.