Cyrn stood there, staring at Elyon in shock. "You were awake that whole time! What the fuck, were you just trying to bait secrets out of me!"
Elyon went rigid with shock, trying to apologize. "Wait, Cyrn, I'm sorry, I never meant to get these secrets to hold them over your head or anything."
"Then what the fuck was the whole fainting act for, huh?!" Cyrn was pissed, not wanting to reveal anything this early after coming here.
"Because you're a fucking anomaly, Cyrn, just like me! You are the only living thing on this planet with no SoulCurrent. NONE. That's impossible! It's literally never been documented in thousands of years of history! Yet your physical capabilities alone match seasoned Soulwrights in output! Plus, my SoulCurrent was SCREAMING at me to get the fuck away from you. I've stood next to the strongest people on this continent, the current fucking SWORD SAINT, and my SoulCurrent has never reacted like that before. And that's everything I noticed BEFORE I pretended to faint."
Cyrn stood there stunned, now realizing how his very existence gave away the fact that he was an anomaly in this world. Great, I'm an even bigger outsider than I was in my previous world.
Cyrn calmed down a little. He empathized with Elyon a lot. If this were before the feeding, he would've dropped him right then and there. However, he understood Elyon and his underlying character. He was usually honest and a good person.
Cyrn took a deep breath. "That still doesn't give you the right to pry into my secrets. As you've said yourself, I'm a walking anomaly, who knows what will happen if this information gets out, Elyon. I'll be trapped in a damn dungeon and experimented on."
Elyon responded quickly, a smug smile on his face, "You're right, and I'm sorry, so how about I make it up to you. I'll give you a secret of mine. Something so bad that if it ever got out, my life would be ruined, just as much as yours. Fair? I don't want you thinking I'm just some pampered noble brat playing games with your life."
Cyrn's ears perked up at the thought. Well, against what rational logic is telling me about a guy who's been lying to me all day, I'm inclined to trust him and his good nature. And a secret will make things even.
"Fine, what?"
"I killed the Slater heir."
"...I don't know who that is?"
"How do you not know a Ducal family on par with my own?"
"I'm lacking in political knowledge these days."
"Then how did you know about the DeBeaumonts, my family?"
"Don't you already know enough of my secrets?"
"Touche. Anyways, he was the heir to the Slater ducal family, incredibly powerful, said to be able to rival my own. My family got scared and sent me on a mission to assassinate him. So I did. If this ever got out, my family would be done for. Stripped of our noble title, and I executed for treason."
That must've been the memory of him killing a rival. Poor kid
"Alright, fine. We're even. God, I can't believe I fell for that fainting act. Next time, I'm leaving you for dead, boy who cried wight."
"Ahh, come on, call it a bonding experience. Now we can't get rid of each other, bound by shared secrets. It's kinda cool, right?"
Elyon said with an open-mouthed smile, elbowing him in the arm to agree.
God, he's just like Silas, it's uncanny.
Cyrn let out a tired smile and retorted, "Whatever you say, boy who cried wight".
Elyon laughed as they both began to run back towards the village.
Night had fallen, and they were around a campfire in silence. Not an awkward one, just something peaceful. While heating rations, Cyrn was in his own thoughts, thinking about Elyon and how today proceeded.
God, he's annoying, but at least we can shoot the shit together. Smart too. Powerful and from a good background. He could be a really good ally for me, especially since it seems we're stuck together now. Plu,s the Silas similarities are just startling-wait.
Elyon DeBeaumont is his full name. I've heard that somewhere before.
Cyrn filed through the deep recesses of his memories to try to figure out where he heard it before, and his body tightened in shock.
Silas…That was the name of Silas' main character in his novel. The main character, Silas, himself was based on.
No way. No… fucking way. I'm in Silas' novel.
Shock dawned on him for a moment. He stopped eating, his body tight.
Elyon noticed. "Hey man, you ok? Looks like you've seen a ghost."
Cyrn just nodded, but didn't respond. Elyon just shrugged and kept eating.
How, how did I end up in Silas' novel? How is it even real? The transmigration was already a fucking stretch, but now I'm in a FUCKING NOVEL. Fuck I wish I had paid attention, or read the damn thing. I have no clue what's gonna happen now.
Fuck alright, it's fine. Didn't know the future before this, still don't need to now.
The mystery of Cyrn's transmigration began to become larger and larger. Why was he moved? Why him of all people? Why into Silas' novel? How was his novel real? Did Silas have anything to do with this?
Questions kept flying through his brain before Elyon chimed in again.
"Hey, man, you don't look so good. Maybe get some sleep, a lot has happened today."
Elyon's voice was laced with real concern. Cyrn looked at him and just nodded silently before crawling into the tent to try to fall asleep.
Elyon soon put the fire out and joined Cyrn inside the tent.
Elyon fell asleep soon after, but Cyrn didn't get to bed for much longer…
The next morning arrived, Elyon refreshed and ready to go, while Cyrn was surprisingly rested.
Guess vampire bodies don't need much sleep
They darted off towards the village again, arriving at midday to turn in their reward.
After turning in their reward, 50 solars each, they both start walking down the street.
"There's an inn nearby, we can get some food and a roof over our heads for a few nights with this money, then we can look at the request board and-"
Elyon was abruptly cut off as a knight came running towards them.
"Sir Elyon DeBeaumont, your father, Alric DeBeaumont, is in the Mayor's office, and is requesting your presence, along with the black-haired boy next to you."
Elyon's mood visibly fell as he muttered under his breath, "Fuck, thought I got away this time."
Cyrn looked at Elyon, understanding where his anger came from. Elyon then responded to the knight, "Yes, sir, I'll go see my father immediately."
The knight darted off immediately. Elyon seemed pissed his father found him. He looked toward Cyrn, his face already apologizing before he could say anything.
Cyrn held a hand up quickly. "Stop making that face, you look like a sad puppy…it's alright, family can be hard. Let's just go there and get this over with."
Elyon appreciated Cyrn's words more than Cyrn understood, and they began walking towards the Mayor's office.
Around 30 minutes later, Elyon and Cyrn were sitting across from what could only be described as Elyon's spitting image. Same hair, same emerald green eyes, same bone structure. The only differences were a few stress lines and a well-maintained golden beard.
Alric spoke, authoritative and concise, like he's never been challenged before in his life. "Elyon, it seems your most recent escape attempt has failed once again. Not only that, you seem to have picked up a stray along the way." He said, eyeing Cyrn with scrutiny, yet no disgust or revulsion came off the man. Strange. Cyrn thought.
"He's not a stray, he's a friend. And yes, this one has sadly failed, though I stayed away much longer this time." Elyon said in triumph, every escape attempt made it harder to find him, and soon, he hoped, they would eventually never find him.
"Either way, I've come to return you to the estate. The academy begins soon, and you must solidify yourself, as well as the DeBeaumont name, as the strongest of this generation."
"Father, I've told you before that I will not be attending the academy, or following any other preset plans or paths you've set out for me. The DeBeaumont name can burn for all I care."
"Well, that's a shame," Alric responded with a smug smile across his face. "What would be a greater shame, however, would be your new and only friend being exposed as the first living being to have no SoulCurrent".
Cyrn Flinched at the revelation and immediately threw an accusatory glance at Elyon, but before he could defend himself, Alric interrupted.