Morganael, nonetheless, stood as he was before 'it'; the monster drew near to him.
"Why aren't you panicking…?" It uttered as he fixated and abided astern Morganael.
"No fright at all….? Such valiant actions astound me – divulge me; human – what is thy name?"
It whispered in his ears, Morganael now fretted tremendously, it was a scandalous sight.
He tried to make himself tranquil. "Arthur Feyn."
"Do NOT –" it bellowed, "lie to me…"
It halted just behind his ears, it was a shadow-y figure. "Now, tell me – who ARE you?"
It was saying it very gradually.
He closed his eyes firmly, and said: "Morganael Elbert Erensian."
"Elbert Erensian, huh?"
His eyes dilated, until he looked back. There was absolutely nothing.
And when he looked straight bestart, 'it' stood there.
Morganael panicked as he could not proceed with anything any further, surrendering to the floor; he fell down. His heart pumped blood more than in history. — "Who – are – you…?!"
His body gradually weakened as his voice softened and declined.
" – What am I?" 'It' said, "I am… INCIOUS."
— "I – am – the… Falsch!"
"You… what do you want?!"
"Your death."
Until Incious could begin any further. Someone hit it (Incious) with a baseball bat. The strike landed so perfectly, it sent it (Incious) to the edge of the room. — "Come on! We need to escape from here!"
He was a young, majestic-looking man with no beard or moustache. He had black hair and brown eyes. He wore a brown-ish shirt with folded sleeves. With a plain silver ring on the middle-finger of his right hand.
Morganael halted up as swiftly as he could, it was so peculiar to see him work without being a coward. As he bursted into the window – the shadow-y figure; A.K.A.; Incious, blew the space with the help of some reactive-materials he made. The explosion sent both Morganael and the young man flying in the air until they hit the ground, surrendering to it.
The fog outside was extremely dense, like it had secrets to be held by one; mysterious to be uncovered by none. The weather too was frigid and could make anyone fragile.
But the long, Victorian-ish street-lights every 10 meters made their way a bit clear to be seen. They could see nothing except yellow-ish light from the street-lights on the edge of the wide concrete road. The sky was not to be seen, but the twinkling stars shined extremely bright and a tremendous opportunity for astronomers to sit in peace and do their 'astronomy.'
The explosion shattered the second floor of the building completely and made others awake too. Soon, buildings shined with light, the sign that everyone was awake till now.
"That way!" The young man pointed to a narrow space leading to an empty; old graveyard. It was clearly conducive for hiding while in danger.
Morganael agreed and followed him to the very end of the narrow space, running as swiftly as they could, passing through walls of different buildings: some were black, some were just bricks, some were white.
When they finally reached the end of the narrow space which led to an old-spooky graveyard abandoned for years.
"Hey, are you okay?" The young man asked with a sign of friendliness and no-seriousness-at-all. "It was fun! Wasn't it?" proclaimed with utter joy as he slumped down taking the support of the thick; white-ish wall.
"I haven't told you my name, have I?"
"Well –" before Morganael could continue any further or even ask a thing…
"I'm Finn Sevenstian! What about you?"
"I'm Morga- ah… Arthur Feyn."
"Comrade, do not lie to me. I know you're from Earth and I even know you're a transmigrator."
"No wonder why everyone was speaking normal; modern English. Anyway – it's Morganael Elbert Erensian."
"Oh…! Elbert Erensian, huh?" He felt even more joy. "Guess, the prophecy is coming true, isn't it?"
"What prophecy?" Morganael asked.
"I didn't knew either, but I'll tell ya' later. So just worry about us getting out from here – I do know the way of getting back to earth, but we can only perform it TONIGHT or wait another year."
"You… actually know the… way to get outta here?"
"Yes, I do. My stupid little shortie friend!"
"I'm six feet tall, even when I was on Earth, I was over six feet."
"Yeah, no wonder why you looked like a pole."
Finn put his hand into his pocket to get the stone they'd need to perform the ritual and escape. But it was empty, only his wallet was there.
He panicked and found nothing, the stone fell out of pocket when they were running. He gave a pale expression, his eyes dilated and fixated to the narrow space they came here from.