The Eye of Discord

The Eye of Discord

Status: In Progress

Genre: Fantasy

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Fantasy

Summary

Listen to the Story of the Sunworld,

Sing Your Dreams,
SINS Inc.
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Summary

Listen to the Story of the Sunworld,

Sing Your Dreams,
SINS Inc.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Cue the Curtains, We’re Loading…

Author Chapter Note

This is the first chapter of my current project, 'The Eye of Discord'. It's going slowly but I am quite passionate about it and would like to share it with you.

Naturally, feel free to leave a comment. I also apologise for any typos as I have a new keyboard and it's extremely uncomfortable to type, annoyingly.

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: March 02, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: March 02, 2017

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What if this rain is merely a dream of someone who is never going to wake up? The rain drops were falling so silently, it almost felt surreal. But they were the best audience for this performance. For once they fall; they shatter and do not possess the memory of what they witnessed whilst falling. However, in the brief moments of their existence they spied with great interest on what was happening. In the dim lights of an evening in a great city, a figure danced into existence. With ethereal grace, she slid between the raindrops onto the slippery roof of an old house. The girl was wearing a hood over her head and her face was hidden behind a featureless pale mask. Her whole outfit – that reminded some kind a robe with white crystals – was made out of a very light grey material that resembled silk. She jumped off the roof with barely any notice of the height and landed behind some crates. The girl was silent.

‘I can feel you there,’ said a tall cloaked man standing in the middle of an empty square. ‘I don’t suppose I’ve drawn your interest? Your kind waltzes between veils, you have no business with me.’

The girl rose from her cover and approached the cloaked man, even though she was suspicious of him. He didn’t even turn his head to her and kept watching the rain fall into the river running through the city. In the blink of an eye, the girl disintegrated into a flock of ghostly butterflies and appeared on the other side of the quiet square. The man payed no attention. In one jump, the masked figure hopped over a tall metal fence of a big mansion. The girl hesitated once she heard noises behind her. Curiosity took over and she decided to see how incoming events will unravel.

From one of the narrow alleyways that were leading away from the square came loud voices and laughter, stirring the rainy slumber of this part of the great city. The cloaked man turned to face the incoming stragglers with one hand on his hip and another hidden under his cape. After several seconds, three drunken men appeared in sight with bottles of wine in their hands. One of them noticed the tall man and laughed.

‘Oi, you… long one!’ said one of the sailors. ‘Why are you standing there like… like a wet long freak?’

The tall man let out a frustrated sigh. ‘Really. And it claims to be the dominant race? You’ll get far with such a sharp tongue, human.’

‘You what?’ said the other drunken man. ‘What did you say, freak? Is he a shun-dai?’

‘I’m looking for a woman,’ the cloaked man didn’t make a move. ‘She would be in a company of a nomad and a talking feline.’

‘Piss off, scum!’ howled the third man. ‘We kicked your kind out of the Canal Village, now we’ll rid the entire Kingdom of you-’ the gunfire didn’t let him finish.

The girl jumped, but couldn’t turn away from the engraved with golden roses gun wrapped with a purple ribbon. Smoking, it was pointing at the third man who now had a hole where his left eye was. After a brief moment, he collapsed onto the wet pavement making a loud splash. His – now sober – mates watched in shock how a line of red started slithering its way through the rainwater – as if fleeing – away from the tall stranger. One of the sailors screamed and jumped at the killer, but lost his right eye with another gunshot and fell halfway. Second trail of blood, escaping in fear.

Terrified, the last sailor tried to run away, but two more shots shattered his ankles and he fell, screaming in agony. With no rush, the shooter approached his victim, grabbed him by the collar and lifted him above ground, face to face, pointing his glistening weapon at the sailor’s face.

‘I don’t care about your politics, human.’ The tall man’s voice was silken and terrifying. ‘I want to know about the young woman.’

‘Yes, I hear you!’ the sailor screamed, dangling his agonizing legs. ‘I saw her! She was in the pub near The King’s Sword, and the winged was with her… Crazy freak! But never saw the feline! Honest!’

The man sighed again. ‘Was there another with her?’ he turned his head away demonstrating his lack of satisfaction.

‘Another what?’ the sailor asked.

‘Another who, you mistake of a drunk whore.’ the killer shook his prey above ground. ‘Another of my kind. A child. He is lost.’

‘I don’t know who you’re talking about.’

‘And I wasted time.’ the gun released into the victim’s mouth.

The tall man threw the lifeless body away and froze for a moment. The masked girl slightly backed away. She then realised that the sailors’ bodies were forming a triangle with its sharp corner pointing at her. And before she knew it, the killer appeared right in front of her with only the fence bars separating them. His face was covered with dark purple cloth with stains of blood on it. His eyes were entirely black with violently glowing lilac pupils. Surprised, the girl froze.

‘I wonder if you enjoyed my little improvisation?’ the man’s eyes were almost fiery from the excitement he was feeling. ‘It’s so thrilling, little thing. I can barely hold myself,’ he slowly lifted his gun in front of her face. ‘They were bound to die tonight; I saw their trails ending here tonight. Yours is so thin and hums a melody. So fragile, so… your mask needs more colours…’

Leaving ethereal butterflies, the girl dashed with otherworldly speed to one of the balconies of the house she targeted. The killer watched her careful movements, breathing heavily after the sensual explosion he experienced. She didn’t look back at him. She carefully opened the balcony door and slid inside like a shadow.

The masked intruder found herself in a darkened office with stacks of books and files. The girl jumped on the desk of whoever’s-office-this-was and quickly found a book with List of Patients written on its cover. Even though she was soaking wet herself from the rain, the girl wasn’t leaving a single drop anywhere as well as any foot or fingerprints. She ran her eyes through the lines of inmates’ names until she found the one she was interested in. She checked the room number her target was in and put the book back exactly where she found it. And then, with an exhale, the girl turned invisible.

The office door cracked. Sleeping guard never noticed the light breeze that flew down the corridor. An old dog guarding the way to the cellar didn’t smell a thing when the invisible legs passed right in front of its nose. Not a single speck of dust on wooden frames was stirred from its slumber when the elusive visitor gracefully hopped from one painting into another. Not a single thing in that building knew that there was an intruder.

Down a barely lit corridor there was a metal door with number 18 on it. Invisible lips whispered something into the keyhole and its lock opened. Inside – in the middle of a white mouldy room – there was a tiny figure lying on the floor. He was staring into a single spot in the wall and drooled. Seldom swallow, mumbling, sometimes the inmate even tried to move. Nobody checked on him for days and sometimes weeks. Single lamp hanging from the ceiling – like a glowing eye of cold indifference – was staring at the lunatic. But then, it slightly moved.

The girl appeared in the shadow above the lamp and landed on the bed without any noise. Like underwater, her movements were unnaturally slower than they should be. She gracefully knelt next to the inmate and gently stroke his bald head. Lunatic moved his face towards the warm hand and let out a sigh of relief. His elusive visitor rolled up the sleeve of her robe and revealed a white key tattoo that was humming a peaceful melody.

Something stirred the wakefulness and like in a dream walls crumbled and disappeared. The cold light was replaced with golden sunshine. Dirty floor became soft green grass, stench of filth replaced with the scent of mint, roses and peaches. They were in the middle of a lush blossoming forest. Butterflies and bees circled around and unseen birds sang serene songs. Everything was beautiful, safe and warm.

The girl helped the inmate get up on his feet and lead him to a small pond hidden among the trees. She washes his face, rinsed his eyes and helped him to a drink of clear water that tasted like honey. As she was tending to the poor soul, a grey kitten with a tiny bell on its collar appeared from the brush and snuggled to her leg.

‘Is this my end?’ murmured the man as his consciousness poured back into him. ‘Are you the Empress of Silence?’

He did not get a response, but he was given a long look. The girl hesitated, and then touched his chest, lips, eyes and forehead. With every touch, he could feel himself becoming lighter, unbound. First, his heart stopped beating. Then his breath escaped from his lungs, and the world around him went dark. And after that, once he thought that he became weightless, he ceased to be.

The girl rose from the ground. She was back in the cell with an empty breathing vessel next to her. She carefully checked its pulse, closed its eyes and disappeared again without a trace. Not a single thing in the asylum knew that something happened. Several days later, they will find the vessel of flesh and blood in cell 18 asleep and dreaming silence, as its body would stop being an instrument. It will sleep for months until it withers and turns into ashes from which a grapevine will sprout and embrace the asylum’s wall. For many years it’ll be shelter to a bee hive and bear sweet berries that’ll feed passing birds.

She closed the balcony door behind her when she noticed something bright on the banister. Curiously, she approached it and saw a single violet rose. The rain made sure that all the scents were dulled, but the girl still shivered from the metallic smell of blood from the cryptically poetic present. She looked around. The bodies of the three victims were gone; their blood was fully dissolved by the rain. The masked figure jumped off the balcony, sliding between the drops of water outside of the city, the Kingdom, the planet, the reality.


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