Walking towards the stairs with a hidden expression, Sashah felt the cool wind brush across the hairs atop her crown significantly cooling her already burning hatred for the fellow who had just provoked her. She stepped atop the stairs as she began thinking to herself,
'What was that all about?'
It was indeed strange as to how Alderen wanted to provoke Sashah so much and the strangest part of it all was how she quickly fell for the temptation.
'I know I am hotheaded and do not tolerate disrespect but I also know that I am no fool. How could I of all people fall so easily for such simple goading and what's more, the bastard even forced me to draw my blade far too quickly despite it being what it is. Could it have been a trap or something else?'
She thought as she walked along the grand hallway's of the ladies dorms, her expression furrowing the more she thought about what had occurred. Eventually she reached her room, shut the doors and plopped in her bed to which she quietly took a whiff of her mind still buzzing with thoughts of what had happened earlier.
The more she thought about it, the more she found it odd and strangely disturbing, right now she wanted nothing more than to drift into the lands of slumber but as she would drift, images and words would flash throughout her sleepy mind which brought about a sense of dread.
'Just to be safe..'
She thought as she roused herself from her bed standing once again at the center of the room, her expression tense and worry filled. Feeling the gushing flow of En that coursed throughout her being, she willed it to appear atop her skin ensuring that there was contact with the ambient En and what happened was a replay of the greatness that had happened before.
The world was once again drenched in crimson blood that flowed from the high heavens unknown to any man who had ever been there. Large cataracts of blood fell endlessly towards the earth forming great pools of thick viscous liquid that all emanated the thick, repugnant, abhorrent, disgusting stench of rot and blood.
Taking in a deep breath of all that stench, Sashah visibly relaxed as she formed an imperial seat of red blood by the flick of her hand to which the seat appeared. Strange bones and pulsating veins adorning the strangely see through seat from within as she sat down, her white gown not in any way stained by the abhorrent blood that fell ragefully drowning the earth with its crimson abhorrence.
She just sat there silently listening to the roars made by the abhorrent cataracts till she stirred and began talking to the grand cataract before her. She recounted her experiences to the cataract as though it could hear her and which it did as a darkness now splotched the crimson cataract making it a profane thing to which now dead animals began rising from the formed pools. Each standing on their hind legs which would have made it ridiculous if not for the fact that rivers of blood flowed from the gaping hole that marred each of their torso's, their dead eyes facing the king who sat before them all.
Her gaze intensely focused at the giant mirk of darkness that covered the entire cataract with low rumbles escaping from wherever it came from. The dead simply staring at the king who subjegated them all till a voice, low and deep echoed within the thick curtains of crimson veils, small ripples echoing gently through the formed pools of crimson blood, the dead simply floating a few centimeters above the pools.
"Silencer. Whatever you met there oh king was a silencer and they wanted to curse you with a death like no other. Silencer's oh king are too dangerous to ignore, beware of their presence and watch out for any strange behaviours you might do around them. They tend to do strange things that force their opposers to act in a way not like their usual making them fall for the traps they had set."
This time the voice didn't sound terrible, vicious and husky rather it felt old, tired and severely starved as it answered the questions set by the small figure who sat on an marvelous throne made of crimson, bone and flesh.
Hearing all this, Sashah pondered as the mirror of darkness that occupied the cataract before her dared not to move simply facing the girl on the large grotesque chair, her small hands tapping gently atop the armrest.
Eventually the tapping stopped as she rose from her seat effectively dismissing the grand illusion that had been cast on the world, the blood cataracts with its crimson pools and tiny streams that flowed towards her, the dead creatures that gazed at their king, the darkness that had spoken... all disappeared in an instant leaving Sashah alone in the room right where she had initially stood, the air cleansed of the abhorrent stench her technique produced.
Seeing the moonlight entering the room through the window, she walked back to her bed simply thinking,
'Silencer not supreme commander... why do they all now call him Supreme commander?'
She thought as she tucked herself back to bed, her mind lagging, her body tired. Sashah had quelled her initial worries and now the safety accompanied by the answers she got led to her drifting deep into the lands of slumber, long and deep did the night become as she rested her weary body within the soft confines of the duvet and pillows.
***
Gazing at the sleeping beauty, Uliger's thoughts were churning at the spoken words left behind by the jade beauty who now was sleeping in his office. The wariness and caution within his gaze had never left as he now walked back to his seat behind the mahogany desk, the small light illuminating the dim room to its best abilities.
Placing his hands atop the wooden arm rest he began to think more deeply about the message left behind by the jade beauty, her words and tone constantly echoing through his mind like a sea ebbing away the shore lines in the deepness of night, the grand tapestry of stars being the only source of light in that forsaken land.
'What did Ujika mean when she said I will die if I step on that field? Its not like I'm going to war and even if I did go, nobody could genuinely and truly kill me in a head on confrontation, but, why would I even go to war? There are very few reason that could even compel me to join a war but why did she say it in that way? It's as though she knew or knows that I would be faced with a choice that would give me more than one reason to join the war and its as though I chose to go to war ignoring her words... sigh... Ujika is a Visionary and she said in her own words that she could relive the future any way she chose, that means her words carry weight. But what if she's lying, visionaries are well known for twisting what they see and giving wrong advise just so that they can gain an advantage or deal with someone they don't like but conversely why would she lie to me? She's a young woman with extraordinary talents and a bright future, she's from a wealthy family and nobody hates her so it wouldn't make sense if she lied but in wariness and caution I will look upon her, visionaries are not to be trusted in issues pertaining life and death especially if they aren't bound in a specific vow or contract.'
He thought as he turned to look at the sleeping figure of Ujika, her eyes shut as warm tears flowed, occasionally muttering something's in her sleep but caution filled Uliger's grey eyes as he brought his gaze back to the top of the desk his eyes darting at the paperwork he had left behind, a shallow sigh escaped as he begun dealing with the stack of paperwork that had sat at the corner of his desk for days.