"Where am I?" a clear pure voice echoes, ripples through the glass-like liquid space.
"..." the abbyss does not answer.
The abbyss seems cold, yet a familiar, safe warmth engulfs the body. It looks at its hands of murky cobalt hardly differing from the surrounding darkness.
Inspecting them more, from all sides, "... this feels nice."
It then noticed a fiery body of pristine white, pale hair of holy fire that clinged to its own. It startled at the sight, but felt strangely calm. A strange sadness, a sudden surge of tears overcame it, embracing the warm light.
"Emrys-"
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They opened their eyes again. It was dark again. The light and its warmth vanished. Like everything to be taken from you and thrown out.
The damp air smelled of metal and the ground felt rather soft, squishy? It was intriguing. They tried getting a grip of something, waving their hand around the surface. Then suddenly a liquid sensation... Trying to feel it better, they shoved their limb into it.
It seemed as if the ground lightly engulfed the arm. They took out the hand and sniffing it, the metallic scent was all over it. They pondered for a bit before curiousity and intrusive thoughts to lick the liquid overtook. Sweet and viscous.
They dragged their hands along the surface. Furry, curvy and warm. They layed down their head, drowsy from the thin air.
*creak* a door opens shining blinding light.
Their eyes met - the dead child and the valiant soldier. The child layed on the pile of corpses like on a bed, blood on their hands and face. The soldier stood frozen on the other side of the doorframe.
"Oh, hi, Allona!" a cheery voice came from behind the frozen soldier, "What are you-" a head popped out from the side of the soldier.
The dark-haired researcher wearing all white took notice of the child, analyzing them with cold grey eyes. Then she ordered the soldier to escort the child.
Allona slowly walked over and bent down to their eye level to reach out a hand, how a caring adult gives their hand to help a lost child. The child gave their hand and climbed off the comfy bed of corpses with the adult's support.
"We are going to the research facility." Morana ordered in a blank tone, eyeing the child that had their eyes flickering with awe locked on Allona's figure.
The trio walked through the hallways, passing hurried researchers giving them weird glances. They exited to the yard to get to the facility located in a different building. The weather was cloudy, windy with a light drizzle.
The child didn't even notice the happenings around them - they could only focus on admiring Allona's attractive unmanly looks that were complemented by the military uniform's style. The brunette hair that fluttered in the wind from under the military cap. The bold eye-catching freckles sprinkled below his eyes, connected through the nose bridge, contrasting the skin tone. The steadfast hazel gaze that looked into the distance shining specks of motherly softness when glancing at them. The gentle hand that held their hand firmly, but not roughly.
This felt like a dream until it came to an abrupt stop - they arrived at the facility. They entered a large all white room featuring a large one way protective glass window on one side of the room and heavy metallic doors on both walls adjacent to the window's. Each element of the facility proudly displayed that it was made to face heavy abuse without fail, no matter the experiment. Special reinforced glass, the heavy doors that had mechanical components that made it easy to open them as if any ordinary door and huge bolts holding everything together. The walls, ceiling, floor, window and doors all had various scratch marks, bent in bits, parts warped by other substances. It only further enforced the facility's resilience status. And in the center of it all now stood a child adorning ragged, torn clothing, dirty and bloody still holding onto the gentle hand of the beautiful soldier.
The kind soldier bent down to the child's eye level again. The cursed child's azure watery orbs glittered. They didn't know what was happening, but they felt it as if a heavy force clenched onto their small chest. They clung to Allona, bursting into sobbing tears, hugging tightly. Allona hugged them back, easing the child.
They stayed like that for a while, until Allona put his hands on their shoulders and looking at their eyes, asked "What's your name?"
They looked strucken by the question.
Allona caressed their head "From now on, you'll be-... you'll be Sweisa. You must stay strong."
Sweisa was struck by awe looking up at Allona's bright face, yet again. Then the door shut and Sweisa was lonely again.
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Zeviret stood before the shut door.
Morana stood behind Zeviret. She intently observed the anomaly and him as they were getting here.
"You should really consider my offer, in my honest opinion-"
"Stop." he interrupted her, "The mana readers should've caught onto something by now... This is not a joke, Morana."
"What are you on about?" She frowned in confusion.
"That there- that child is cursed, Morana. A child. Who would be so- who in their right mind would do something like that?" he scowled at the thought.
"We'll figure things out if it even is a human anymore" she answered coldly.
"Haa. This is why I dislike reseachers when they disregard morals in a drunk on enthusiasm daze." Zeviret turned to face Morana, "I know what you are thinking in this moment and it disgusts-"
"Rude. Don't jump to conclusions. I'm not some kind of monster, even if I might have rumors circling around me. We have to understand what we have at hand firstly. Which might take some time." she silenced him with reason, "You can visit this facility whenever if you want to - I'll tell the staff in charge here so they wouldn't get suspicious of you out of nowhere." she shrugged, "Just. Look after yourself, Zeviret."
With that Morana left him alone with his thoughts. Allona stood shaken. Hands shaking in frustration.
*clank*
He took his anger out with a punch to the closest wall.
*inhale, exhale*
He composed himself, fixing his uniform.
'Our energies conflict. You perform too much. I can't trust you... Why do I burden myself so much with these emotions? I need a shower.'