BURDEN OF LIFE {PART 3}

    “If that helps you to solve your doubts then be it. Now then”, I interuppted her for the umpteenth time. Derailing the conversation, that would ultimately lead to obvious questions. That is the only way I saw it.

   “You’d kill me yourself, if you fail at your objective ain’t ya. And…”. And the thing was the oracle faction must now have conclusive evidence to their claim. Although they themselves will never take actions against me, going against their principles that is but that does not apply to Erici Frederyck. So was this my last hour? Elizabeth Graniert and Raznav, was that? Thank you to wxtinguish my fluttering wick.
  “That ultimately depends on me doesn’t it? My ideal, is it to confirm your life until I myself can see that you are better dead. The Oracle, Pilaus alias of Sol Raznav. He is someone that knows about you more than yourself. He knows what will happen even when the phenomena that will happen will be be impossible. He confirmed that killing you is more dangerous that Thomas Letcher. However that was something the organisation couldn’t digest. I know I cannot but I do have my priorities set”.

  “…”

  “But still, until the second arrives that I know for sure, that it cannot be helped I’ll surely help you. To give you a fighting chance”.

  “What have I done exactly to be treated as an S-class criminal ?”. Surely there sould be some solid reason, an explaination that was so convincing that I myself would be ready for the inevitable.

  “…..You…were born”.

I was born. That was my mistake. Erici was crestfallen whilst saying that. As if she was pierced by a thousand arrows. Depression, yes being utterly disgusted by her own remark. Was this her mistake? Absolutely not, she was here to curve my fate itself.
  Such insolent people they are, to destroy a someone who would think twice before even smashing an ant to its death. There were many things I want to do, go on a solo bike ride in the country, maybe hook up with some girl with similar interests, yeah I’d love that. Do stupid things with friends, drink so much that I’d fall off in a gutter and they some random dude would take me home and.. or…I don’t want to die.

  “Erici…. I don’t want to die but please……. don’t …waste you time.”, tears rolling down my cheeks. Shameless dawdling in front of her. My arms quivering, sweat tripping down my nose mixed with snot. A baby, no a fool questioning his execution after he is found of his crimes but even that won’t explain it. I was on my knees, recollecting anything and everything any clue of doing something blasphemous or accidentally destroying some artifact. Nonetheless, a single corpse is better than one.

“My priority is you. For now, lets just give you a fighting chance. That’s what the new schedule is about…… So if you want to live, diligently follow it”.

What maybe the reason, she is going to these heights. This isn’t love, I don’t think it is. I never saw her or knew her. And I wasn’t so peculiar that some girl in school have crush on me. Showing up now, gambling with her life. But these speculations, conspiracies, ideas, and other bullshit would only waste what little time I have till this god forsaken ritual. Either way, she had ‘informed’ me something and now, trouble would increase. So this training will be necessary.
  “So what’s in the letter?”, I asked only to confirm my suspicion. She tore the seal and thoroughly went through it.

  “Its…a proposal”.

  “A proposal?”.

  “A co-operative relationship to protect Thomas Letcher”. But why would he make such a allision, when he must be knowing that it would eventually fail when, inevitably she’d kill me even if I survive. The great Oracle huh, but then that would mean…

 “….... We should accept this”.

After quite a long silence, she spoke. She must’ve contemplated over it, and concluded that more allies are better than none. In conclusion, a big day. Today was. Lots and lots of stuff was done and I was somewhat exposed to cruel reality. The wind I though I was walking against, has been turning into a tempest.

“Here, sign here”. She handed me the posh fountain pen, to sign this ultra necessary proposal. Just after we both signed it, a crack appeared in the ceiling, but it wasn’t actually a crack. It was something as if it was split, and a black, very black space was visible. The temperature of the room, also started to drop, Erici had a deep frown on her face. It was suddenly freezing cold and I started shivering. I curled up, closed my eyes and cowered on the floor. I thought her organisation made a move as soon as she signed the deal. All of a sudden, a loud thud a spread across the room. Opening my eyes, I checked for bullet holes on my body. After I made sure of safety, my eyes caught an iron trunk laying it the middle of the room.
  “Heck’s that?”, I crawled out of my own ineptitude and raised voice, which previously sounded as if someone was strangling a horse.
  “What is he thinking?!”.

 The trunk contained a fantastic looking blue sword, it looked like some high class noble’s heirloom. It had a pattern of snakes and foxes on it but even though it was exceptionally attractive, it had an ominous aura, fear could be felt looking at it. Then there was a tattered book. It was thick, too thick actualy. Maybe consisting of over 3000 pages. Then there was a gauntlet, it had avery similar vibe to the sword. They were cool looking but a fear would start tearing apart my mind when I looked at them. Several wall ornaments were also present, purpose was unknown at least to me, some bottles and viles of most probably medicine. There was also some crossbow like weapon, though it was multiple times smaller than the real thing. And a single needle loaded into it. There were a few files, which seemed to be meticulouly marked, prepared and noted. And finally a two pastries.
  “Cool! But scary as well”.

  “That man’s really something. These goods are worth more than the complete apartment we are in, maybe even the neighbourhood”.

  “Is it that overpowered!”.

 “No that way. The historical value…. these were used to kill the first Marnagnle”. Again came the word, I have been associated with. ‘Marnagnle’ why is it that they fear it so much. I took the pastry and stuffed in Erici’s mouth when she was about to say something, she was looking like she’s going to burn the lot with her intense glare.
  “It’s too good right?”, I asked with a jolly face. She sighed in in discomfort after forcefully gobbled up the vanilla cake.

  “Well that book. It’s useless. And that files, I’ll check them. The crossbow is most probably for me and the sword and the gauntlet are for you but DO NOT TOUCH THEM. THEY HAVE REMNANTS OF THE FIRST ANNHILATION, IT WOULD WORK AS A CURSE”. She seriously raised her voice for he first time. He face was screaming out concerns, exasperated. She kicked the the sofa and it formed a crack on the wooden leg. I don’t know how much force she applied but it would be deadly if it was shin of some unfortunate man. She went inside and chugged a bottle of ice cold water as if cooling the burning rage that had built over her. I looked inside to see another letter, no a mail.