Hesper Silberhof stirred, shaking off his pensive air. He swung off his feet over the railings of the Observatory Deck over the abandoned Kafra Research Laboratory—situated in the peaks of Mt. Mjolnir—giving one last longing look at the spectacular view of the thousand-foot drop below them, where thick cold mists partly covered the dots that were Mjolnir’s famous chemically and magically mutated gigantic flowers. He then finally turned away to look at the young wizard who spoke, and let out a throaty chuckle before answering, “of course, I do. Even I had my soft moments.” He suddenly found his thoughts wandering to a certain heated memory. “Oh yes. So soft…” His voice trailed off, momentarily forgetting the biting cold which threatened to freeze their insides.
Electic looked at him strangely, yellow fringes obscuring his eyes. “Er…right, whatever you mean,” He then twirled his staff like a baton, playing with it. “Anyways, we have to deliver this time. Mistress Fiorenne failed, and I don’t think the High Wizard is too happy with it.” He eventually stopped whirling his Arc Wand, gently tapping Hesper’s forehead with it. “Bang,” he whispered softly, then acted as if he was shot down to death. “Ugghhhh…nooo….forgiiiiive me…..”
After a few seconds of writhing on the stone flooring of the high Observatory Deck Electic straightened up as if nothing happened. “That is what would happen to us if we failed.” Tipping his head to one side he looked earnestly at the former instructor. “Right?”
Hesper clapped lifelessly, the cold wind seeping into their insides punctuating the dead of the mood. “Heheh. You amuse me kid. Although I doubt the High Wizard would get our hides for failing, since even he doesn’t know where Laeveteinn is. We’re just feeling for clues.” Absent-mindedly his hand rubbed his titanium-alloy arm, a gift from the Black Circle upon his joining. The word “feeling” left an empty pit in his insides. The fact that he lost his arm—eventually replaced by the un-feeling pure-metal mechanical appendage—was his bane for quite a long time now; and the reality that the perpetrator was still alive filled him with a desire for retribution.
I’m going to make you suffer.
“Hey, you’re spacing out again,” Electic said, peering into his face. “Do you have a problem?”
Irritated, Hesper stood up from the badly-rusted railings, looking down at the 12-year-old prodigy who barely even reached his waist level. “Yes, I have problems, young one, and if you’re not going to shut up I’m going to add you to them.”
“Err,” Electic murmured, cringing, as Hesper swatted him aside to make his way towards the Control Room entrance.
“Better get ready, boy,” Hesper said over his shoulder as he strode through the dreadfully corroded doors of the laboratory. “In a few hours’ time we’re due southwest.” Then more to himself, he muttered, “I can’t believe we even wasted our time here. What was he thinking?”
“Hey watch it!” the boy whined, dusting his robes with his palm. “You almost made me trip over my robes! Hey!”
Too late. Hesper, grunting, pulled shut the sliding door behind him already, apparently forgetting deliberately that the door had difficulties opening from the outside.
Electic banged his fists against the fiberglass sheet fiercely as Hesper walked further away into the defunct facility. “Don’t leave me here, Hesper!” the boy-wizard wailed. “It’s cooooold! Not again!”
Ices Frostmourne: Im really surprised to know that you guys are working really very hard on this fic... (which turns out longer than what i have expected)... Im verry proud to be a KOO Member... Keep up the good work ^.^
