Morganael, nonetheless, stood as he was before 'it'; the monster drew near to him.
"Why aren't you panicking…?" It uttered as he fixated and stood behind Morganael.
"No fright at all….? Such valiant actions astound me – divulge me; human – what is thy name?"
It whispered in his ears, Morganael now fretted tremendously, it was a scandalous sight.
He tried to make himself tranquil. "Arthur Feyn."
"Do NOT –" it bellowed, "lie to me…"
It halted just behind his ears, it was a shadow-y figure. "Now, tell me – who ARE you?"
It was saying it very gradually.
He closed his eyes firmly, and said: "Morganael Elbert Erensian."
"Elbert Erensian, huh?"
His eyes dilated, until he looked back. There was absolutely nothing.
And when he looked straight again, 'it' stood there.
Morganael panicked as he could not proceed with anything any further, surrendering to the floor; he fell down. His heart pumped blood violently. "Who – are – you…?!"
His body gradually weakened as his voice softened and declined.
" – What am I?" 'It' said, "I am… INCIOUS."
— "I – am – the… Falsch!"
"You… what do you want?!"
"Your death."
Until Incious could begin any further. Someone hit it (Incious) with a baseball bat. The strike landed so perfectly, it sent it (Incious) to the edge of the room. — "Come on! We need to escape from here!"
He was a young, majestic-looking man with no beard or moustache. He had black hair and brown eyes. He wore a brown-ish shirt with folded sleeves. With a plain silver ring on the middle-finger of his right hand.
Morganael halted up as swiftly as he could, it was so peculiar to see him work without being a coward.
He jumped out of the window.
While this, Incious was laying on the floor on the corner of the room, saying: "Damnit! I hate humans, next time I won't possess a human body but come MYSELF."
The fog outside was extremely dense, like it had secrets to be held by one; mysterious to be uncovered by none. The weather too was frigid and could make anyone fragile.
The place outside was completely different from inside, it was a field full of wheat, the sky was blurred. The fog was marching.
"What kind'a place is this?!"
"That way!" The young man pointed straight, where Morganael couldn't see a thing. "There's a cave in there!"
Morganael followed him, destroying the field of wheat.
The cave wasn't very far from them,
"Yo, you okay?" The young man asked with a sign of friendliness and no-seriousness-at-all. "It was fun! Wasn't it?" proclaimed with utter joy as he slumped down taking the support of the thick; white-ish wall.
"I haven't told you my name, have I?"
"Well –" before Morganael could continue any further or even ask a thing…
"I'm Finn Sevenstian! What about you?"
"I'm Morga- ah… Arthur Feyn."
"Comrade, don't lie to me. I know you're from Earth."
"No wonder why everyone was speaking normal and modern English. Anyway – it's Morganael Elbert Erensian."
"Oh…! Elbert Erensian, huh?" He felt even more joy. "Guess, the prophecy is coming true, isn't it?"
"What prophecy?" Morganael asked.
"I didn't know either, but I'll tell ya' later. So just worry about us getting out from here – I do know the way of getting back to earth, but we can only perform it TONIGHT or wait another year."
"You… actually know the… way to get outta here?"
"Yes, I do."
"Okay, good thing."
Finn put his hand into his pocket to get the stone they'd need to perform the ritual and escape. But it was empty, only his wallet was there.
He panicked and found nothing, the stone fell out of pocket when they were running. He gave a pale expression, his eyes dilated and fixated.