They also say that force rests in the flesh. That energy that travels along veins, pivoting a huge amount of him as a member of it is even of a more primeval nature. At night in the silver woods the moon will shed its light. Shadows will wildly flare, and deep from the sewers of frozen streets will be heard Kaiju making eerie violent noises like thunder blaring in the distance.
To Farouk it has come: those scary rings in his ear as he sleeps, while he isn't being addressed. The flames of all elements slithers around his fingertips. In his blood the water that engulfs him. The intense anger that chokes around his heart as earth rumbles.
Gloria far ahead of the level of towers is seen by those, exactly at the place where eyes glow like stars and skin glistens.
As a confidential asset, they have a Minecraft verse, with want for their power. The glorious Tournament of Kaiju is something that people with lofty status and blood have as a reason to betray their fellow man. It will be a great hurt to them because of this. This so-called sport is definitely not to be termed a game, but an occultic oath that slices through the globe.
Plus, the image of Colonel Edeagwu is portrayed by primeval spirits. This fact places a consultancy with old symbols and precious items while it's coerced with spectres of foreign nature. As the wheels are still progressing, the doors are yet to open. Flourishing bonds will break, when the words of the world shall rise, alongside when they'll die.
***
"Farouk, no, I dunno who you are… just go!"
The dark-skinned tall man stared at his phone screen, his green eyes shimmering hard as they mildly shook.
"Ah ah, Stella, no!"
Alas, a "Blocked" notification came up on the chat interface of the screen, as silence covered the scene.
***
Much later, Farouk, the black and curly short haired, brown eyed and athletic man, knocked on a coarsely textured wooden door twice, as the bright orange evening sun glowed with cool breeze.
His chest tightened. He then glanced at the windows down the road, with reflections having eyes that weren't his.
A creak of the door, then it swung open, revealing a short, fair-skinned and brown haired broad boy, with red eyes, the resident looked up, wincing with a sigh at Farouk.
He then chuckled. "This boy… Farouk, you never learn. Hehe."
"Guy, get out." The male pushed through. "Not like I blame you sha… wait, where's my game?"
In the small stone-brick walled aisle with ceramic lanterns, he stared at a stout set of drawers with its bare top.
"Mummy sold it." The boy shrugged. "And guy, that's the first thing that'll come to your mind."
Farouk just shook his head a little, before silence cut in.
"Stephen, come and help me in the kitchen." A female voice rang far off.
"Ok, mummy." The lad answered, before facing Farouk, eyebrows raised, smiling. "Also, Farouk just came."
That's when the man turned back, rushing down the aisle.
Later, he then bolted open a white birch wood door swiftly. Within the cubicle, a huge blue and white motif-covered quilt on a giant bed with green wallpapers and anime posters, coupled with a desk topped with a PC and action figures.
In one drop, he sat on the bed beside his lava lamp, glaring azure on his sunken face.
Farouk just froze there, his eyes narrow. What was he thinking?!
His body just stopped, as if dull, while the noiseless atmosphere closed in on the room.
***
"RIIING!"
"Dude, leave that girl, meen. We got games to play."
An average height Caucasian thin boy with low curly hair nudged Farouk down a yellow concrete walled corridor with pillars and matching fences.
Soon, a girl about Farouk's height, with brown skin and long black hair bumped his left shoulder with hers, smirking.
"Boy, catch up, jare." She shook her head. "Even your brother's sharp pass."
Farouk's mouth didn't move. He just walked on, almost slouching as the friend left. The character then grinned, his eyes tinting. Hmm, must be a plan, huh?
He then turned back to the Caucasian guy. "Yo, Segun." The man called. "What about we hack her and dig up some dirt about this chic from the school's socials so that she stops being a pain in my ass."
"Not my problem." The friends retorted, shaking his hands. "God, you're such a klutz… why're you so… hmph, just sad, meen?"
He then left. "Suit yourself."
Farouk just stared on, before shrugging softly and carrying on.
Much later, after a long trek down to the same house he was at formerly, in the summery afternoon sun, he later went down to the same room again.
Switching on his wide P.C, As shadows flickered about him, the screen glowed in the dark. Hmm, his solid eyes staring into its soul was wilding, huh?
Next, he then opened up a blue and white themed website with a bunch of pictures and icons. Definitely Facebook. In a blink of an eye, there was the bull's eye; Gloria, or from the fine azure prints, Gloria Clement.
His heart stuttered as the girl's beams lit up the screen. He must have missed her laughter more than he could confess though.
Hohoho, the beaming smile he gave. What a glorious day.
***
The next day, Farouk walked down the same corridor as last time with Segun before a light female voice cut into the scene.
"Farouk, may I have a word."
His eyes raised in a second, before he faced its origin behind; An average height and curvy dark-skinned lady with a pink gown and brown wavy hair.
"My son, come to my office. We need to talk."
His face then loosened, as well as his posture, before he approached her.
Much later, he then followed her towards a small corner with matching walls and a few long-handle brooms leaning against corners. Their tones were subtle.
"Why are you acting like this?" The lady frowned. "You fought in school, you're not getting good grades, you look like you haven't eaten… not to talk about how you fought that boy only because he was rude to you in public… Plus your performance."
Farouk just pouted, facing the floor a bit.
"How about your parents?" The woman asked. Speaking of which, I've been meaning to ask. What are you thinking about exposing Gloria, hm? This boy, Segun told me."
Now he just looked up straight as he bit his lip. Why so protective about Gloria? This is scary. Naah, he's dead meat.
"Look, if anything… and I mean anything happens to Gloria." The guardian glared, pointing at Farouk. " I 'will', not hesitate to have you suspected and thoroughly addressed for damages… Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes ma." Farouk sharply spoke, his voice and body stiff.
"Also." The woman raised her back. "That girl would be assigned to assist your parents at work and be staying with you as well… You should be lucky to learn a lot from her."
As she left, walking back, she aired. "That girl would definitely be by your side. You should consider yourself lucky.
As Farouk moved away, his throat tightened. It's like Stella's name was calling through his mind. Some things do come with a mask.