Chapter 118: To Slay the Unkillable

Chapter 118: To Slay the Unkillable

Chapter 118Updated from novelbIn.(c)om

To Slay the Unkillable

Strange silence permeated the dining table, one that Sylas and Agnes seemed entirely impervious to as they continued to gobble up the food. On the other hand, Valen, Derrek, and even Ryne only nibbled, spending most of their time exchanging glances or looking at the strange woman that appeared out of nowhere. Sylas didnt introduce her, she didnt introduce herself, the two just walked in together, sat down, and started eating.

Observing her yielded little--in fact, if anything, it confused them further. She had hair as white as snow and a pair of ruby-red eyes and a skin that seemed allergic to the sun, not to mention that she wore similarly light clothing to Sylas himself. She was a beauty, unmistakably, but the kind that men found difficult to approach and speak to--not because she seemed arrogant or difficult to talk with, but because she appeared... strange. Odd. Eerie. Otherworldly, even.

None of the three said anything, waiting for Sylas to break the silence. And yet, it seemed as though he never would, and that hed just stand up and walk away when he was done eating. As such, Ryne took a deep breath and decided to be the hummingbird that sang.

Hey, Sylas, she called out. Are you going to introduce us to your friend or is it a guessing game?

Oh? Right, right, havent introduced you this time round, Sylas mumbled, wiping his lips and glancing at Agnes. She immediately sighed when she saw the speck in his eyes, electing to shrug and just ignore him. She was enjoying the slightly salted cornbread and some deer. Lets see--this is... my mother.

...

...

...

I know she looks like this, but shes, in fact, sixty-nine years old, he continued, with Valen, Ryne, and Derrek reeling back in shock, still unable to process everything while Agnes was inches away from bursting out into laughter. She swore to herself, however, she wouldnt afford him the audience he was so desperately seeking. Thats why her hair is white. Anyway, she was worried about little ole me and decided to trek through the hellish winter to come visit her favorite boy.

Are... are... are you really his... his mother? Valen quizzed. He was roughly eighteen million percent sure she wasnt... but he still had to ask. Just in case.

Of course not, Agnes rolled her eyes and sighed. There is no way in hell these hips of mine could ever bear as gigantic of an ass as he is.

... shit, that was actually good! Sylas exclaimed.

Dont patronize me and eat your deer, she said.

Yes, dear.

Ugh...,

Ryne snickered and elected to eat in silence; it has been around three weeks since the accident, and she was worried Sylas would be beyond down on himself. However, it sounds as though hed found someone new to lift him. Though it felt lonely, she steeled her heart and nerves and endured. Endured.

On the other hand, Valen and Derrek were stunned into silence, numbly eating their meals. Whoever she was, they realized, she was of his cloth--and one such was enough to taper their nerves, let alone two. They decided to simply let them be, whatever that may end up becoming in the long run.

Right, Derrek, how would you go about killing something that seems unkillable? Sylas asked suddenly. As in, it can kind of, sort of, possibly wipe out the entire castle in a few attacks.

What?! Did you have another vision?!! Valen erupted in shock and terror.

What? Oh, no, right. No, no new visions, Sylas took a moment to recall that he was supposed to be a Prophet. Just pure curiosity. In case, you know, I have one in the future.

Dont... dont scare me like that, though he seemed to settle, the Princes lips were still shaking.

Its my straightforward way of questioning whether you have the mental fortitude to endure the same reality for years on end.

... I havent told you something yet, she said, looking out the window. But... the last year or so that Ive spent with you, fragmented though it may be, has been the happiest of my life. Not necessarily because of you, she added before Sylas could take a jab. But because alongside with everything else around me repeating... so do my dreams.

You mean...?

I havent gotten a new nightmare since that time I watched you die in the village for the first time, she said. They were all repeats. And though horrifying they are, after having seen them a few times... they are more bearable. So, if anything, I welcome the years and potentially decades of sameness.

Even if nothing moves forward?

"Why do things need move forward, anyway?" she posited a question. "Don't all people wish to simply latch themselves on a few moments and never move on? Lovers tightly woven 'neath the stars? A mother holding onto her child a mere few hours before it passes? Or a man overlooking an open plain where he'll run out into a battle a few hours later and die? Wouldn't the moments of eternity be the chains all of them would gladly put onto themselves?"

... for a time, perhaps, Sylas said. But... nothing lives on forever in a moment. At some point, we all need to stop looking back at the things that were and werent... and look at things that could and will be.

Even you?

Especially me, he said. The reason why Ryne is blind, Valen is crippled, Derrek is armless, and Tenner and many others are dead... is because I was unable to look back any longer. I had to step forward, chasing after the thing that could have been.

Well, she mumbled. I will let you know when that day comes. Until then, humor my senselessness.

So long as you promise me that the hip birthing a gigantic ass wasnt your peak just yet, Sylas grinned. And that more gems of that nature are coming.

They are a-comin, she said. Unlike you.

... you know what? Sylas said. Because it was really good, Im going to substitute the actual reality with yours. Good job!

You could have just said good job, she sighed. I didnt need to know, you know?

How else would I glimpse at those beautiful, apple-red cheeks, though?

"I'd honestly just prefer if you slapped me full force at this point."

Wow.

Yeah.

Very well, Sylas nodded. The next time, Ill slap you with an even more embarrassing sentence. Just like you asked.

Yeah, the moment you smiled, I knew your lips will turn into buttcheeks and shit will just come flying out.

Spraying out. Im suffering from diarrhea at the moment.

... Im going to leave, for a little while. Dont look for me, okay? And reflect in the meantime.

Godspeed, sister! Make sure you dont step on any of the shit flyin out of my mouth!

Haaah...