Chapter 44: Cold

Chapter 44: Cold

Chapter 44

Cold

Sylas snapped awake, back in the forest, a background to the conversation between Valen, Tenner, and Ryne. It took a moment for his mind to catch up to what had happened. One way or another, he died after passing out and was returned here. The last thing he recalled was his body shutting down, top to bottom, after the indescribable feeling swelled inside his chest, as though he was suffocating.

It was there, once again. It surged, like tidal waves, belting against his conscience. Hed killed someone. Even if, now, that act of his was reverted, hed still killed someone. Twice, in fact. His face paled, lips quivering, eyes widening. It wasnt long before others noticed something was off.Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

Sylas? Are are you alright? Whats wrong?! Valen quickly asked, hurrying over next to him.

"What's wrong?" Tenner joined him, both crouching on either one of Sylas' sides. "Hey, can you hear me? I I think he's out? What's going on?"

He was fine just a moment ago! Valen cried out. Quick, we need to bring him to the castle! Master Audin will know what is wrong with him! Help me carrying him! Ryne, do you have some water left?

"Y-yes, yes!" Ryne, recovering, at last, reached into her pouch and took out a small bottle of water, handing it to Valen with shaky hands. The latter quickly poured some on his hand and rubbed it over Sylas forehead.

Lets go, lets go! Tenner heaved Sylas up and over his back, rushing forward. Keep him conscious, no matter what! he yelled back at Valen who forgot that the two were supposed to be carrying him together. Instead, as they ran, he continued talking and occasionally pouring some water over the slumped man. Hey, hey, were almost there, okay? Master Audin will know whats wrong, I promise! Did you know? One time, I had a really bad stomachache, and all he did was give me this one herb and, in a day, my stomachache was gone! It was a miracle

Sylas, however, was entirely unaware of what was happening around him. His mind kept replaying those two moments, over and over again, like a song on a loop. He couldn't escape them, the memories. He couldn't bury them, couldn't deny them. For the first time in his life, he was unable to ignore something that gnawed away at his soul. It overwhelmed him beyond reproach.

The feeling in his stomach heaved up and through his throat as he instinctively bent forward and let his innards out, unaware that he sprayed exactly toward Valen. Though it eased the feeling somewhat, it still burned. Hed killed someone, after all. Not one someone, but two someones. Two other people. Hed killed them with his own hands. Though he had been surrounded with death ever since he came to this world, it was usually his ownor, at the very least, death divorced entirely from his doing.

For the first time, his hands were stained with it. It was strange, he instinctively knewhe was readily keen on offing himself with no hesitation, yet taking anothers life was an entirely different story. He knew, deep down in his heart, that he would likely end up killing someone at some point. After all, this world wasnt Earth, bound by laws, unburdened by everyday struggles of literal survival. It was different, built with a different culture in mind, different perspectives.

In the meantime, Valen and Tenner helped the old man strip Sylas completely after which the man wiped him down, inspecting him further in the process. There were no bite marks evident anywhere, which ruled out a bite from a venomous creature. The man was still shaking, but it didnt seem to be the cold-shake that Audin had seen frequently in these parts, especially during the seasons of sickness. These reminded him more of the frigid chills, a phenomenon that wasnt entirely well-known yet. It happened, usually, to people who experienced something horrific, whereupon their mental state was reflected in their physical behavior. However, considering the Princes description of the events, it didnt seem to be that either; after all, frigid chills happen immediately and without delay.

By then, Ryne had come back with the bucket, hobbling left and right as she put it down. She was red in face and tired, panting for breath, immediately collapsing near the bucket.

Bring the bucket over, Audin instructed Tenner. Prince, if I could ask you to reach into the second drawer of my desk, he added. And get me both sashes from the very front.

Yes! both Tenner and Valen replied quickly, hurrying off to do their tasks.

Still unaware of what was happening around him, Sylas was drifting. It wasnt the kind of drifting that he had any control overin fact, hed long since lost control of his actions. He was stuck in a strange delirium, a kind of haze that was neither here nor there. In truth, he had managed to calm down somewhat, with the initial onset of horror having subsided considerably. Remembering his actions, at least, didnt send him into a spiral anymoremerely caused him to momentarily feel that suffocation.

Deep down in his mind, past the initial rejection, he knew that he had to be fine with what he had done. Even the erasure of the events notwithstanding, he had to be fine. If he wanted to survive and, more importantly, do anything of note in this world, he wouldnt be allowed to bend and break each time he is forced to kill someone. But, at the same time, he didnt want to entirely erase this reaction. After all, it was this sort of guilt, pain, and horror that held people back from committing heinous acts. If he simply deleted it what would become of him?

He didnt know. He couldnt know. But he hoped, at least, to never become the very thing he often condemned. He didnt want to be a killer, even if he had to kill. Didnt want to be a murderer, even if he had to murder. No, had to is too strong of a conjecturethere is always, he believed, an alternative, but only in the perfect utopia. Sometimes, people feel at least, there is no choice.

Ugh, he groaned, coming to. Darkness in his vision subsided slowly as his eyes fluttered open. At first, everything was blurry, formless, with silence permeating his world. A few moments later, though, his vision sharpened and he managed to make out that he was in a room of stoned walls. It was an unfamiliar roomclearly not his ownthough the walls spoke of the fact that he was back in the castle.

Hehehes awake!! Hes awake!! a shrill nearly startled him to his feet. It was clearly Rynes, though he never quite heard her reach that pitch before.

Hes awake?! Hes awake!! Tenner joined right after, two shadows immediately looming over him.

Thank the God Valens exhausted and trembling voice was the last to arrive. Youre awake youre awake their faces finally came into his focus, causing him to nearly shout himself. Both Ryne and Tenner looked horrid. There were bags the size of Texas underneath their eyeswhich were, quite frankly, twice as hideous themselves due to the prominent reddish hueand their faces had clearly seen better days. Jesus, how long was I out? That cold feeling was, in a moment, replaced by a warm one. Those three likely stayed by his side, clearly sleepless, all this while. Yeah he forced his lips into a smile as he looked at the two.

You two look like shit, he said.

Aye, hes back! Ha ha ha