He noted the woods around him. The same light. The rays of a full moon fell from the top of thick oaks. His whole body hurt, but he finally stood up.
What had happened? Where was Roland?
He leaned against one of the trees, and started to reorganize his thoughts.
He began to remember everything from the beginning, and the more he remembered, the more unreal everything seemed. Did they have really killed Roland? He couldn't still believe it. No. There had to be a mistake somewhere. Perhaps everything had been part of a hallucination. Maybe something on the rock, those runes, had made them lose their minds.
No, as unreal as it seemed, it had also been too clear. He felt a sharp pain on his right side, where a Lamat had stoked him. Shit! No, it had not been a fucking hallucination.
Where was Ume?
He was looking for them, for a long time. For her and Roland. He was screaming their names. No response. Only the sound of owls and crickets.
This was not the solution. He knew well that he wouldn't be able to find them there. Something was wrong. He had to go somewhere. Yes. he had to go to a place, urgently.
Now!
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Darkness reigned before the house of Roland. Not a single light on. No moanings, no women insulting him from below. The door was locked and no one answered his door knocks.
Driven by an almost obsessive determination, he went to the back of the house and climbed over the walls. He broke a window with his elbow and entered a room.
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He lit a candle and could see inside the studio of Roland. Books, books and more books. He hated this boring junk. How could he gather so much useless things? It was not time to try to understand.
He opened the drawers and looked inside. There were many writings of his own handwriting. Foreign entries in languages he did not understand. Drawings of strange creatures here and there.
He did not understand a thing, but he knew he had to take those notes somewhere safe . And also those books.
He took the wads of notes and papers, and began to place them in a bag he had found in the pantry.
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Suddenly, a loud door slammed downstairs in the main room, and a lot of hasty footsteps came inside. Glass breaking, thuds, broken furniture.
Shit! He began to hear those footsteps climbing up, up the stairs.
He grabbed a bundle of notes, thrust them hastily into the sack and took one last look at the books on the shelves.
To hell with the books. I'm outta here!
With great agility he clambered over the window and jumped away into the street with such bad luck that landed over a Guard. Before the guard received the blow to the head that left him unconscious, he had time to scream.
So many things happening in just one fucking night. Holy shit!
-Go get him! Don't let him escape!
But even though her body ached, Ark had no equal in terms of agility and speed. Before long he had disappeared and left everyone behind, clambering over several houses. Then, thanks to the cover of darkness and avoiding the moonlight, he returned to his cabin with his bag on his shoulder, filled with strange and mysterious notes.
He was confused, very sad for Roland. He also remembered that kiss. That perfume, that silky skin and those honey-colored eyes.
Ume ... would she be left alone in this world without anyone?
And Roland? Would his aura continue to be trapped in another world?
He blew out all the candles of his cabin and sat on the bed.
Looking at how the moon seemed to be broken off by clouds, he came to a resolution.
-I will rescue you. You both.
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