Chapter 5: The Woe is not a Foreigner
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He stared straight at her as she laughed. It was confusing, how she held her belly in uncontrollable giggles, how her legs lifted when she did, which came as a shock because of her age.
Then she stopped, turning her eyes to him. Silence overtook them, though her smile still lingered on her lips.
"Well," she stood up, fixing her black dress. "Blood is thicker than water."
Ash stared, completely taken aback by her response.
"What… blood?" he said, his voice hesitantly halting with each word.
She turned her eyes, then walked toward his body, reaching out her hand.
He gazed at her palm for a second.
"Let's talk about this another time," she said, pulling him up as he accepted her assistance. "We should go. Any longer, and the police will be swarming this place."
She walked to the door, completely expecting him to follow.
But his steps yielded no motion. His eyes widened in remembrance.
"My room," he said, eyes now wider. "I forgot something."
He tried to run forward, but she lifted a finger, stopping him.
She turned to the sleeve of her dress, slipping a hand into its pocket.
And as it came out, a pendant made of pure shining gold followed.
"Is this what you are looking for?" she asked, raising it to her chest.
Ash frowned, eyes still widened.
"You searched through my things?" he questioned, shock lingering in his words.
She laughed, launching the pendant and throwing it toward him.
He caught it, his expression still filled with disbelief.
"It's 'Welsh Gold, '" she said, turning and moving toward the door. "One of the rarest in the world." She turned her head once again. "Any more questions?" Her voice sounded teasing.
He stopped, eye contact still maintained between them.
His grip tightened around the pendant, his palm clearly feeling the inscription on its face.
"Yes," he whispered, words sounding like they were being held back. "I need to know… something."
The old woman listened, expression clearly amused.
"Veyth." Her eyes widened when he spoke. "What does 'Veyth' mean?"
She smiled, mouth almost releasing giggles.
"Ohh." She raised her hand to her chin, stroking it. "And where might you have heard that?"
Ash didn't answer.
She sighed, not from frustration, but from an unknown sense of interest.
She turned her body and then walked away.
But right before her feet could pass the broken glass doorway, right before she could exit.
"It means 'Eternal, '" she said, walking away. Leaving only the fading sound of her high heels to announce her retreat.
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{2 hours later}
Seated in the backseat of an armoured vehicle, staring out the tinted window, Ash couldn't believe it was finally happening.
The streets, the sidewalks, the people, and the women.
Everything he was forced to perceive as fantasy was passing right before him.
Tall glass buildings, women and men in suits, everything he had only witnessed in movies and books was flashing right before his very eyes.
The woman, the one who had once asked him a question, couldn't help but smirk at his expression of astonishment.
Ash had never been in a car before this, so the little sounds it made and the speed its wheels produced were enough to spark his interest.
"That's an ice cream truck," the woman said, noticing his fixed stare.
Ash turned his eyes toward her, and his gaze drifted from her face down to her perfectly cleaved breasts.
"Yeah, I know." He stopped staring. "They gave us TVs, so… I know what everything is."
She smiled, half amused by his effort to fit in.
Then she turned her head to the driver.
"Let's make a stop," she said.
The vehicle halted, parking on the far left of the pavement.
Five minutes passed, and from the window, after it slid open.
A dark black cone of ice cream was handed to Ash.
The woman nodded her head at the man who handed it, closed the window, and the car resumed its drive.
Ash frowned, staring at its coned state.
"Why black?" he questioned, quickly dismissing himself as he shoved his face into it, embracing its flavor like a madman.
The woman smirked, almost giggling as she watched him.
"Ms. Frump is allergic to color," she said.
Ash clicked his tongue; the boy clearly didn't believe her.
"She isn't even here," he said, shaking his head. "I wanted to try vanilla so bad."
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The car pulled into a house that looked like a castle.
But its walls were purely colored black, and the sky, as though oblivious to the weather, had completely darkened.
The gate opened automatically, but Ash noticed that there wasn't a motor or gate automation system in sight.
He knew it was too strange to be normal. He could tell by the single cloud floating above the house, casting its shadow against the walls.
The vehicle moved closer to the doors, right at the end of the driveway.
And Ash, too excited to experience freedom, bolted out. Opening the door, he turned his eyes everywhere, observing each detail as he exited.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" the woman said, fascinated by Ash's actions.
Ash whistled, nodding his head.
"It's large," he said, eyes still lifted to the tower above him. "But it could use some paint."
She giggled as he spoke, then stretched her hand, indicating that they should walk in.
THUD!
The large doors opened by themselves.
And the eyes of those who entered were blessed with the sight of stairs stretching from the heavens of the upper floor straight down to the middle of the mansion.
Ash's eyes stayed wide, truly taking in every part of the spectacle.
{30 minutes later}
"And this… is your room." The woman opened the door, Ash following after her.
He nodded, turning his eyes and dropping his bag to the floor.
The room was the size of a cafeteria. He had never seen anything like it.
And although the walls and bed were covered in black, he still couldn't help but acknowledge the beauty the mansion held.
THUD!
The door closed behind him, an indication that the woman had left.
Ash turned his eyes, observing the room.
But then he remembered.
So, he moved to his bag and opened it.
He took out a notebook and a pencil. Flipped through its almost fully written pages until he found an empty one. He found it, though the page was only half empty.
And right below the countless scratched-out sentences, he wrote: 'Veyth'.
He threw the notebook to the side, walked to the black king-sized bed, and threw his body backward, lying there facing the ceiling.
He lifted his hand, then removed the pendant he had hung around his neck, digging it out from within his clothing.
He stared at it for a second too long.
Then, pressed its inscription.
'Dravh aelun-ar.'
The pendant started playing a recording that sounded like a man's voice.
"Leech to life," and Ash whispered after it, translating the words completely.
'Zareth Kyrr Veyth-Kharn.'
"Bound by blood, Immortal," he continued.
'Oryn velth sul.'
"We pity you," he said.
'Veyth.'
"Eternal."
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