"What? NO."
"We both are quite same, aren't we?--"
"YOU ARE A DAMN GOD. AND I — AM A WORTHLESS HUMAN."
Morganael's rage was increasing, it was as if he had lost his mind.
"Do you want to get tortured for eternity?" Morgarial asked, his tone was yet calm. "If you want to, I wouldn't mind bothering you."
Morgarial started walking away from the sight, his bust'er-'entrial footsteps filled the silent dark chamber.
"No. Wait. WAIT!"
And when Morganael couldn't see him, Morganael started feeling dizzy, he started having headaches, he fell to the invisible ground, his body went numb. And when he thought it couldn't go any worse, he fainted.
And when he woke, he wasn't where he was supposed to be.
He was supposed to be in a city he just was in, but it only got worse. His body wasn't numb, he didn't felt dizzy. He was near a shore. Morganael took a deep breath. And look at the sky, howbeit, it was light-blue, with large clouds surrounding the painted and clear light-sky.
He wasn't wet, nor was he killed. He was just nowhere to be found. He slightly moved his head to the right, his face could barely even keep up. His eyelids were heavy upon his eyes, his eyes were clinkering so heavily like he hadn't slept for days in a row. And when he turned, he saw a mirror, half broken; half alive. The sky was illustrated on it so well, it looked like staring at a new universe. It was like the latter looking at the former.
And when his gaze lingered in the mirror's shattered pieces, he didn't saw who he was before: he wasn't Arthur, he was — himself. For he could say the sole thing possible, it was: "WHAT?!" he fruckled, he was now Morganael Elbert Ersian. "How…"
He stood up immediately, in a rush so wild. His body wasn't numb now, it was working as it should. He put his hands in his left pocket and felt that his earbuds were still with him. He grabbed it hard and pulled it out immediately, it was a black, smooth-edged; square earbud cover. He put his hand to his right pocket, and he felt his phone.
How could he possibly have his other-worldly utilities with him? According to him, Finn; his not-well'known stranger, must also be somewhere near him. Though, he had no evidences of such happenings, yet he wished he had 'em right away. The corristerial moment broke him apart silently, he was sure that he had come to DOOM. And that there was no coming back.
And as if he felt death, he turned back. The greatest thing he could ever do. Sending to him another journey, beyond his thinking.
He turned back through his right-side, and there was a whole COUNTRY-SIDE VILLAGE. With a large sign-board saying:
WELCOME TO 'EMBERFROST'
CAPITAL COUNTRY-SIDE VILLAGE
And not only did he see the sign, he saw a garden right behind the sign-board, reckoningly around fifty to hundred meters away. With beautiful flowers blossoming: rose, lotus, chrysanthemum, you name it! Some flowers hung above. While there were two-to-four inch wide tunnels filled with water and covered with a black vent, having small open-stripes along the square-cut garden bushes.
There were many benches along the path. On one bench, there were two couples: a young man with a plain-white shirt, black pants, white socks and black shoes. His hair was black, he had a very little moustache and a beard. He was playing a violin, it sounded melancholic, yet somewhat peaceful. The young woman wore a long, white skirt, her tops and full arms were covered, the skirt approached till her foot. She wore black heels, and her hair was between brown and black. She had normal, black eyes.
The couples looked like they were in their twenties. And to their cheer. A cold breeze passed by. There were several Victorian-ish long-black street-lamps. There were pine trees everywhere, some were decorated, some just simply were. There were lanterns hung in most of the pine trees. The lanterns weren't active. Nor were the street-lamps. He turned his face around to see large frosty-mountains behind, the mountains were very distant, yet they could be seen. There was a water-fall in the center-most mountain, and the river came to the village too. The mountain's tip was white as snow. The lower part was brown and rocky.
"Emberfrost? Is this…Medieval and Victorian fantasy merged with cozy-Alphine fantasy? It's… PEAK!" Morganael mumbled, and after a long silence, he asked: "But… where am I… ?"
"Don't worry, this is your new home." A voice came from behind, it seemed very similar.
Morganael recoiled and when he saw back, he was there… Morgarial.
"MORGARIAL!!!" Morganael shouted in joy, hugging him. "I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!!"
"It was only a couple of seconds, but happy to see you accepted your faith." Morgarial replied.
Morganael then took a deep breath, and released Morgarial.
"Huh…so, what is this place?" Morganael raised his right eyebrow.
"This. Is. What you wanted to seek your entire teenage." Morgarial replied.
"But, I'm like only fifteen, am I not?" Morn questioned again.
"Hm… so… what?" Morgarial took a deep breath. "You just got out of teenage, means you're NOT a TEENAGER."
"Whatever… just tell me: WHAT. IS. THIS. PLACE?" Morganael asked. "And why am I changing places every minute?!"
"This," Morgarial replied, "is… my life."
"Huh? What do you mean?" Morn asked again.
"This place is… Emberfrost. The best place on Valsheim, known to humanity. This is one of the most unpopular places on Valsheim. Yet, no one visits here This place has the Medieval and Victorian grandeur merged, with your cozy fantasy. Yet, not only does this place contain the beauty of nature, it has modern technology, of your world too. With magic and sorcery." Morgarial replied calmly.
"What do you mean 'modern technology'?" Morganael questioned curiously, his brain was running with questions.
"Radios, televisions, mobiles, laptops, speakers, radars, etc. But not like how you think, they are designed in the Victorian-era way, while functioning as they originally function." Morgarial replied, and thereafter, there was a long silence.
"Leave this. I-I need to go back to Earth-!" Morganael stuttered.
"What Earth? Earth is gone." Morgarial replied.
"Huh…" Morganael gave a confused stare, "you're joking… right… ?"
There was a long silence.
"The… hell… ?" Morganael's eyes widened as he fell down. "What-wha… What about MY FAMILY?"
"What family?"
"My parents, my siblings-"
"They betrayed YOU."
"No… HELL NO. YOU'RE LYING! YOU'RE A LIAR! TELL ME THE TRUTH!!!"
Morganael tried to grab Morgarial by his shoulders, but his hands passed through.
"Huh…" Morganael's voice gradually sinked.
"Accept it, Morganael, accept IT."
"No-no-no! You're lying, right? RIGHT… ?"
"Hmm… oh, wait! I wanted to tell you something. Earth isn't completely gone."
"Huh…?"
"So, all land on Earth
"Well, kind of. Earth isn't fully destroyed. All land and oceans are now on Valsheim, all lands are merged now, and they again form the Pangaea, a continent long lost. All the oceans are now on Valsheim. And they all collectively only cover about 3% of Valsheim."
Morgarial halted still, no movement, no nod, nothing. Despair took over him.
"This… is… YOUR HOME. Morganael, you were destined to be here."
"But, if the only thing you cared about was your three friends. There they are. Along with Finn."
"Finn… ?"
"You forgot Finn? This early? Huh…"
"No-no-no! But, how is he HERE? And what happened to that black-robe man with double-knives?"
"I killed him."
Morganael's eyes dilated once again. "You… killed HIM?"
"Yes. Well, don't worry. All your important people are safe. Like, see behind." Morgarial replied.
"MORN!!!" Morganael heard a shout oddly familiar, like he had just witnessed it a couple of minutes ago. And when he turned back… it was who he had just met.