8 The Symbol (2/2)

What Carla said made sense, but Boros still felt like there should be some kind of reaction. Isnt that how it always goes? The hero of the story does something unrelated to anything, but because he is a hero of the story it turns out to be something amazing.

'Huwaaah!' Boros exhaled when a thought suddenly came to him.

A symbol.

But not a symbol he came up with in his past life, nor one he saw then either.

No!

This was... Yes, it was something that appeared when I drank that strange liquid. I feel like I saw a lot of things at that moment, but at the same time like I didn't see anything...

It is hard to describe. It was like a mirage inside my mind. It showed something big, but I only saw a small part of it that was both real and unreal, both there and nowhere.

I wonder what would happen if I drew this on the floor. Let's try it out.

What could possibly go wrong? Worst case scenario it is one more doodle.

Boros reopened the wound on his tail to get a bit more fresh blood for the symbol.

30 seconds later, the symbol was drawn.

The symbol looked like it came from a dream when the last line was drawn, the symbol stopped looking like a drawing and appeared more like a vision. It morphed and shifted taking on many different forms.

Like the stars dancing within Boroses mind when he drank that strange water. Only this time it looked more like shadowy tendrils than stars.

Carla wanted to try and grasp what was it that Boros drew, but it looked nothing like something that came from this world.

”Boros, are you alright?”

Boros remained silent for a minute, two minutes, finally five minutes passed.

Carla looked at Boros, her eyes filled with concern. Boros didn't move for even the tiniest bit. Even his breathing was so slow that it was not possible to tell if he was breathing at all.

What should I do?! He is not moving and he is not responsive! It can't be because he drank the starlight condensation, right? It would have affected much earlier if it were, and he wouldn't have successfully... Do I go there to get him?

No, I can not go down there, that is a hidden room, leaving it is alright, but once someone enters it, the entrance to it is permanently revealed.

”Boros! Snap out of it!”

Carla now stood between her chair and the mirror-like anomaly, shouting at the frozen Boros.

Please be alright!

'Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!'

Just as Carla was about to rush out of the room she stayed in, a soul-piercing scream startled her.

The scream was not heard by her ears, but through the mental link that connected her and Boros. The scream was full of pain and agony. If she didn't see him tossing and turning, she would have believed that he was being tortured by the most brutal of devices.

”Boros! What is happening to you!?”

Carla was already panicking, but now she no longer thought about the possible consequences of entering the hidden room.

It was painfully clear that Boros was not playing with her.

His body twisted and turned, bending in ways and shapes no snake would want to bend into.

'My head!'

Boros shouted, using all of the strength left inside him. His consciousness was hanging by the tread.

The way Boroses seizure made him hit the walls of the hidey-hole made it so that the blood from his tail, as well as the nosebleed he got shortly after the seizure started, painted the walls and the ground.

Seeing the bloody scene made Carla lose the last bit of hope that he would pull through it by himself. She jumped over the table, knocking some papers that were on it to fly all over the room.

Meanwhile, Boros couldn't hold onto any longer.

The pain made it seem like his body was being torn apart one atom at a time. The sound of his bones breaking due to the pressure from his own muscles echoed through the whole cave. That cracking noise made the scene all the more gruesome.

The commotion of his pained breathing made it sound like he was trying to breathe while a car was sitting on his chest.

Boros had no eyelids that would close his eyes, but still, the darkness slowly took over his whole field of view.

The moment Boros lost his consciousness, Carla was just about to reach for the doorknob in the room she was in.

The time it took for her to get from the chair to the door was actually within less than three seconds.

But just as her hand touched the door, her hand froze in place. Even her whole body could do nothing but stay where it was.

The time was suddenly like it froze.

Boroses body no longer moved, while Carla stood in place, the focus lost from her eyes. The only things that still moved were the cold sweat dripping down Carla's forehead and the papers that were still in the air after being kicked off of the table.