(S1) Chapter 11 – Eyes of Freedom (3)

Perplexed and disoriented by what had just occurred, Haywin stumbled along a winding path, her mind a blur. Eventually, she collapsed on the ground, surrounded by trees and distant buildings. As she lay there, she was enveloped in darkness and heard a voice speak to her.

Have you heard the story?

The story of The Trinity?

The story you have been told is a lie.

They are lying to you.

Your name is not Haywin, your true name is ExxFTxxxxA.

Damnit… They aren’t going to let this happen this easily, are they?

Every time, every new life.

Find me, I know you will find me someday, ExxFTxxxxA.

Because you are our greatest hope.

……….

Gasp,

“My head…” Haywin exclaimed, slowly opening her eyes. The sky turned slightly orange, as the sun began to slowly descend into the depths of the sky.

“What just happened? Why… Am I lying on the floor…”

She slowly stumbled back onto her feet, seemingly staring at the sky for a few minutes, before scratching her scalp, and deciding to go back home. But right before she was about to turn her back, she noticed someone, sitting on top of a tree.

A middle-aged man, presumably hitting the age of 50 years or more judging from his facial appearance. He gave Haywin a gaze as he smoked his cigarette, dressed in modest dark green/brownish clothing that brought an unusual appealing contrast with his darkened grey-colored long beard. His eyes were that of a hunter’s, sharp, and dark. Not a very welcoming aura emitted from this man, and Haywin surely felt the same way, as well.

“H- hey… you, did you talk to me just now?” Haywin asked, her head tilted upwards as she looked at the man.

“Me?” The man replied.

“Yes, you… I was lying here and heard a voice, it sounded a lot like yours.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The man replied, his face growing skeptical.

He descended upon the surface, leaping from the high trees, and landed on the ground with extreme delicacy. To put it into a fair expression, he only used his legs to both leap from the high tree, and land as smoothly and quietly as how a cat would land on the ground as his left hand was in his pocket. There was no sound, only the faint concept of wind breezing against Haywin’s face.

He turned around, and simply walked away from here, onwards the other side of the path that led towards Fictus, moving his lips to inhale his cigarette once again.

A strange feeling of commitment razed through Haywin’s mind, as she reached out her hand and said,

“Please, wait!”

“What is my name? Why did you say that my real name is not Haywin?”

Her legs trembled, but she managed to sparkle up the courage and strength to ran after the man. Who, after noticing this, started running at a fast pace, as well.

“Wait! Please!”