by Brianna G. Harte
A few moments passed before anyone responded, and doubt crawled into my mind. But why would the dwarf lie about a name? I saw no motivation for such a deception, though I wasn’t sure anymore what any knowledge or deception thereof could do.
You know my name. . . young lady?
A sigh of relief rang free. Ad’juk told me your name.
Peculiar. Then what is it. . . young lady?
I want you to tell me what really happened when you got hurt, if that’s alright. I need. . . I need to check something. I glared at Ad’juk. Something doesn’t feel right. You said that you tried to escape and found yourself in the state you are in.
Of course . . . young lady. But I must. . . wait. Some are. . . watching closely. My apologies. . . young lady.
“Perhaps one day, you’ll realize that what I say is true.” As his footsteps echoed on the stone floor, I sighed.
My eyes closed. Each second that passed, I allowed my mind to expand further and further out into the void. Slowly, presences such as Ad’juk’s appeared, along with the sensations that came along with them. The more I reached out, the more feelings of hopelessness or loneliness seemed to appear. There were several things I found strange. Ad’juk. . . It’s hard to describe. I think he was ambitious or confident. It seemed powerful, strong. While depressed feelings seemed sluggish and weak, the waves that came off from him were entirely the opposite. It was like a tidal wave was crashing out with him at the center. Was he confident of deceiving me or of his work on me and the others that were in the underground hospital? A second aspect I found strange was that, unlike before, I could somewhat tell slight differences between the energies that figures gave off. In concentrating on what I released, it seemed very different, but I wasn’t sure what it meant. I couldn’t recall being able to do this before. Perhaps it was some new development in my abilities. Then again. . . I looked at the bracelet getting warmer on my skin. Could it be aiding me?
Lytos, do you know how to read energies between different people?
No answer came immediately. Seeing as he was being observed, it made sense it he never responded at all. I can.
What does it mean? What people give off?
Several moments passed.
Sorry, you said you needed time. I just want to figure everything out, and it’s. . . frustrating.
I understand, young lady. Please, just a little. . . longer. Only jittery feelings emanated from his being. I think I could sense those around him, if I was focusing correctly. I was unfamiliar with them. No waves coming off of them seemed to be hostile, but they’d been studying Lytos. Could they possibly know what to mask to deceive? It seemed that Ad’juk was able to read me fairly well, know what to say.
Once those around him no longer surrounded him, Lytos seemed far more relaxed. Expressions and thoughts they have.
What people give off.
No. It’s something different. Almost like it’s. . . I don’t know how to describe it. It’s mostly constant for each person, unlike thoughts and feelings.
I am. . . unfamiliar with this.
Please understand. I am not . . . advanced in nature speak, Lytos explained. What you sense . . . it is beyond me.
Who can I ask to help me?
Waves of regret radiated. There is no one. Only the royal family. . . could understand such things.
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