I walked out of the center occupied by skyscrapers and apartment buildings, and the avenue led to the Zhung Yāng park area, where the river ran through the city and the water surged. It rushed through the turbulent rapids, deadly and unstoppable. I want to know how many people lost their lives in this cold hug and were dragged below. Their lungs were filled with water, shaking and spinning every time. There may be more people than anyone is willing to admit. The unnamed victim is quickly forgotten like a torrent.
A sense of fear of being watched swept through my body, and I scanned the dim horizon, looking for the culprit. There was no one in the park. Dusk and bad weather always keep people at home. A person like me who swims in the wet rain must be a fool. I am used to the rain, which is the greatest comfort in the isolation at night. But I was not alone tonight. When the fog began to slowly move towards me in the park, an unnatural feeling unfolded with the touch of black magic.
Even I know it is unwise to be alone.
I walked towards the looming building ahead. I need support before investigating the park. This is an unusual supernatural activity, and I am pretty sure it is not good. When I passed the first building, I turned my head and stared at this phenomenon and concluded that it was definitely man-made; the fog swirled around the edge of the park, but it did not extend beyond the park.
I went under the awning and took out my phone. I called my friend Jason, who is also on patrol, hoping that he is nearby.
"Hello," he replied.
"Hey, it's foggy in the park west of the city, suspicious."
"The center of the castle?"
"This is it."
"I'm just three blocks away. Where are you?"
I'm at the corner of Fourth Avenue and Anubis. "
"Arrival in two minutes."
As soon as the phone rang, I knew he was on the road. I tucked my phone back into my jacket and continued to study the foggy area. It seemed to be delayed for a few minutes. Is it spying on me? I felt the sting in my eyes again. I can't get rid of this anxiety, but I won't risk it alone. This partnership system has allowed my friend Jason and I to survive many times. If it works, we will not give up on it.
"What do you want to give me?" Jason jogged, jumped from the wet street to the wet sidewalk, and hid under the awning with me. He was as wet as I was, and when I pointed in that direction, he turned his head and looked at the park.
"What do you think of that fog? It's looking at us. I don't know how I knew it, but it doesn't move like normal fog, and it's sending out some kind of rough energy."
Jason carefully observed this hazy state, scratching his goatee while evaluating the situation.
"You are right. It's weird. It almost feels like a group of people."
I nodded, but didn't look in his direction. I carefully let my eyes drift away from the fog. It licked the edge of the street as if it was considering spreading, but it didn't. It does emit a strong fragrance, but I didn't see anyone approaching it, nor did I see us. I also didn't smell a wolf shaper nearby. How can a pack of wolves have such an unnatural talent to affect the weather
Jason growled, a deep rumble from his throat when his nostrils opened.
"Whatever it is, it wants us to investigate further," he said. He turned to me, and I noticed an unnatural golden glow in his eyes, because they turned into his wolf shape. He maintains his human form, but the changes are just enough to enhance his sense of sight and smell. We all smelled the air, but there was nothing in the air except the cháo humidity that has always existed in the city.
I don't know why this idea occupied my mind, but what I learned in school returned to my mind. "You don't think they are back? The wolf pack that was banished centuries ago?" I didn't elaborate because I knew my companion would know what I was talking about.
""do not know. The energy of this place attracts all kinds of annoying people, even those who will never be allowed to return. "
Of course, there are some legends: an unusual group, they can not only become wolves, but also become flying creatures like rocks. They can indulge in nature in an unprecedented way. Of course, they had been expelled from the fortress in Maktyr centuries ago, and never appeared again.
Wolf-shaped stone herd.
This thought made me shudder. Will they still exist? If they return, I must notify the committee immediately. If they continue to stay in the temple area, they still violate the deportation clause, but how long will it be before they break this clause? If they have gone so far, what else can prevent them from returning to the fortress of Mark Till
This makes me very worried, but I am a little too hasty.
"It's time to take a look." Jason motioned for me to move forward, and then we separated. He goes to the left and I go to the right. In this case, the black hand behind the scenes will not catch both of us at the same time. Nevertheless, we are not too far apart, so we can track each other.
I drew my sword and prepared to fight. No matter what caused the fog beckoning to us, I don't want to give my ass directly to the enemy.
I racked my brains to recall everything I had read about the wolf beast. They were expelled for stealing dark magic in the palace. They are believed to be the people who cursed the rainy weather in the temple city. This is the type of weather they like, but they have left the town for an unknown destination, and it is still dim.
Their wolves were assimilated by the Mark Tier wolves a long time ago, when their leader was defeated by our leader. This is the history we learned, but I know there is more. I vaguely remember that they could turn into rocks and fly, just like the nocturnal dragons. Stone and angel of death. This is a story told to me by a nanny when I was young.
They carried obsidian swords and were cursed to only appear as gargoyle warriors or in their human form at night. In the daytime, they used to be ordinary deformed wolves, but once they were cursed, they became stones in the sun. This is a strange story. Its origin has long been lost, but like all other unusual things in these areas, I think there are some truths hidden behind it. It is said that some of them will put themselves as statues, while others will hide at night and hunt.
What did the exile do to them? Is isolation driving them to the brink of madness, or does it force them to seek revenge desperately
I motioned to Jason, but he shook his head. Nothing happened. There is no one there. There was nothing, just a thick mist, which seemed to be watching us closely, as if we were watching it. I don't think it's malicious, I stretched out my hand towards the mist, and when I approached, I felt the energy in it arousing me.
"I won't touch that," Jason said as he jogged up to me. "Hear reports of acid rain coming. This may be just nonsense."
I put down my arm and laughed. "Acid rain?" The mist suddenly dissipated, and I wrinkled my nose and retreated into the park. Do I hear a low moan? "I don't know, but it looks like it is disappearing."
We all watched it dissipate in the forest until a damp air filled with darkness. The feeling of being looked at gradually subsided with the fog, but I did not complete the investigation of this phenomenon. I did some research on this expelled ethnic group that once belonged to my family alliance. Strangely, the mist reminded me of that Drip-beak backpack. I'm almost certain what this means, and just in case, Yitan must get Jǐng's notice.
"Come on," I said to Jason. "It's time to visit my brother."
In Everem’s living room, I looked out through the window. This is our living room now, but I'm not used to calling it that way, even though I have been there for several months. What's interesting is that it turned out to be like this. In my life, I have never hurt anyone, but here, I was forever driven out of my childhood home. Homesickness spread in my chest and swelled in my throat, making it hard to breathe.
The huge tears stung my eyes, and I tried to keep them from falling. I am sure that my face is covered with stains. When I cry, my fair skin always looks terrible. I must wash and go to bed before Ephraim returns home. I would rather he not see me like this.
My heart was beating violently under my breastbone, and as I tried to calmly overcome my anger, my heart's breathing was choked up below. Raphaela is still in the palace, and the last time I saw her was when they walked to the limousine and Alec lifted her up with her stoic face. When it was announced in the news that her husband would take a second spouse, her image broke through the barrier of tears.
I miss my sister. I can't believe that I was not by her side to comfort her.
She is my only relative. My mother is also there, but I have never been particularly close to her. I had hoped that Rafaela could handle things skillfully in court, but after making a recent decision about her own future, seeing her pale, shocked face, I knew she didn't care about me at the moment. Jill will be busy dealing with her anger. At least she has the warmth of home, which can help her through this difficult time. Mother is there. Hell, even the most family-like person like Eric will help her overcome any difficulties she has to face.
But I am the only one. No one supports me except Ephraim. This is disturbing.
My head keeps spinning, and it makes me feel so sick that I can't tremble. I jumped down from the sex and ran to the bathroom to vomit. I rushed down, washed my face, and stared at myself pale in the mirror. The dark circles under my eyes make me look like anemia or have not slept for weeks. I can't deny that since I was banished, I haven't got much rest, but my body feels exhausted, like I'm fighting an inner battle, and I'm losing it in pain. Maybe I am just sick, but I am not a person who is often sick. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)