MALEDICTION (12)
Went back to sleep?" Gil returned bags in hand, she placed them on the sleek cathedral floors. His voice echoed throughout the empty chambers, nobody had returned. Perhaps it was for the best, this place was a host of bad memories for most of the villagers and Gil could respect that they wanted nothing to do with the place, especially since there are more safe havens out there. This place was no longer a place for prayers, an evil beyond which anyone had ever imagined dwelled in here now.
"Yes, after we had a quick chat about her wants and needs." Blake walked down the grand stairs.
"Her wants and needs?"
"Yes, I got to a little more about her and her mother."
Gil wiped his hands and dragged back his hair. Blake stared at him from top to bottom.
"It seems you too have been busy with something."
"You could say that."
YOU SMELL OF BLOOD
Blake didn't say anything else, instead he stared off into the distance as he witness the sun setting over the west horizon. A mixture of yellow and orange.
"We must make haste now Gil, for this time cannot take much more of this power."
He nodded but stared back up where Blake had come from, "How about Njeri?" He asked, "What if she wakes up and…"
"Nothing of the sort will happen, I explained the situation, and she was more willing to stay than most." Blake reassured, "Best case scenario we make it back before she wakes up, with the end of the malediction."
"I can get behind that idea." Gil gave a slight smile.
"Good, then we go."
He led the way, Gil gave one last look back before following Blake out of the Cathedral.
"I understand why you are worried, Gil." Blake explained, "I too worry for the fate of this world, especially in the hands of those who see no value in it. In truth I myself was naive in my thinking a long time ago, I always played defence never actually acting on the erge to go further than just defend what I have."
"When was this Blake?"
Blake gave a slight smile, "A while back I would say, yes, back when the world didn't look as it does now, back when things were a lot simpler and easier to understand."
Back then they didn't, they couldn't quiet understand the calamity that would befall them. They were living ignorant of their own demise in just a few years.
'But back then it wasn't ideal, it wasn't what the world needed to me, and the times now are even worse.' Blake thought to himself, 'But with the ability to be able to mold it into an ideal world for one and for all.'
He wasn't naive, no, that Blake had died many years ago. As Rome wasn't built in a single day so would the ideal world.
"What do you think is an ideal world?"
They were now on the outskirts of the city, it had an entire 30 minutes and the two hadn't talked at all since their initial conversation and Catherine was being awfully silent.
"An ideal world?" Gil scratched his head, "I would think its one where everybody lives together in peace."
"I suppose that's one way of looking at it. Although my vision is kind of grander than that." Blake answered.
"OH."
Blake was a smart man, and in all likely he would like to call himself the smartest man alive, however, ever since his great blunder back then he has refrained from doing so. Instead he has other plans to remedy that which had been lost.
If you were to follow the old road out of the village, you would pass several features that might catch your eye. One would be an old tree with a skull-like trunk. It is rumored that a farm hand had died in said tree and that if you were to go close enough to the trunk you would hear his screams in the distance.
Another one, my personal favorite, would be the well of dream. Toss a coin, make a wish, and it will come true. Many women threw coins into the well, perhaps to wish for a better future for their children. Many men jumped into the well to collect the coins thrown in their, perhaps for late night drinking with the boys.
Lastly, the last one before you go too far, you'll reach an abandoned graveyard next to a white man's house or rather the graveyard did belong to the white man, until he died tragically by the hands of his own servants. It is said his wife and sons were raped and hung, while he was cut with an 'X' on his stomach (Sounds like something only Hannibal would do) and left to bleed out on his bed.
The gates were surrounded by statues of the late bishops that came to the island over a century and a half ago. The gates were painted black had a nest of ravens on it. Dark clouds hung over it as though constantly implying that no ray of hope can ever enter this place.
And you could feel it, the air about it was tense and dense as well. Enter this place without good fortune and your bound to become a member rather than a visitor.
"Fortune favors the bold dear Gil." The sun was setting, and the demons had began to move again, none were near this place which was good for the both of them as the job they had was a very delicate one.
"So I hear." Gil answered, "However, I must point out that I think that's just a bunch of Bullshit."
"First time I've heard you curse, it is a sight for sour ears. But it is true, only those bold enough to try death may be able to concur it."
"I don't understand what that has to do with any of this, will it help us stop the malediction?"
"Tell me Gil, what is malediction?"
"Oh, I know this one." He said with a smile, "It's a word that implies evil."
"Good, what else?"
"We've learnt that it s tied to the village in one way or another, the woman with black hair is likely the cause and she said to set 'him' free. We thus deduced that he is the source and setting 'him' free would release the spell that is malediction."
"100 Points for that wonderful explanation." Blake gave a clap, "Now, let's have our first lesson in fragment energy."
"Right now?"
"Yes, right now."
"Ok." Although it did feel kind of awkward doing it in the middle of a dark road with demon like creatures walking about.
"Can you try conjuring that purple lightning you had yesterday."
"Sure." He stood still for a minute before grunting, then squeezing his hands as hard as he possibly could. But unlike yesterday no sparks came out, in the end he was left breathless.
"Why…why can't… why can't I do it?" He took deep breaths I between the words.
"I suspected as much." Blake held his chin.
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"Purple lightning is the most potent type of lightning (A side from black lightning) to be able to conjure it before even knowing what fragment energy is is incredible. However, in truth you were riding off adrenaline."
"Riding… off adrenaline?"
"Yes. Humans are born with a 'black box' of sorts in their brains. When one it develops, one is able to utilize fragment energy flowing within their bodies to do sorcery." Blake explained, "Sometimes when there is an overflow of fragment energy, like when one is having an adrenaline rush, it produces a feeling similar to what happens when you drink too much or smoke. In simple terms you become high."
"That explains why I had a terrible headache this morning." Gil responded.
"Yes, Thus you were able to produce purple lightning at will. But now since the dust has settled, you'll find it very difficult to do so without being in that state of mind. Because it not only causes the feeling of drunkenness, but it also mirrors its effects such as addiction and dependency.
"So using purple lightning now will be harder than if I hadn't used it in that state in the first place?"
Blake nodded.
"Aw man, is there a way for me to do purple lightning with no strings attached?"
"Yes indeed. That's were our first lesson comes in." Blake raised his finger, "It will not only help you be able to get there one day, but it will also help with our current problem so I need you to pay very close attention as I teach you the first technique to using fragment energy. Harnessing Chi."
THE FIRST STEP IN CREATING HIS IDEAL WORLD!
TO BE CONTINUED!