149 Company 3 (2/2)

Keeping my distance I tried to listen for traces that would indicate a movement or an attack but nothing came. Only the faint sound of my breathing came to my ears, as I pondered about the purpose of the voice.

Trying to understand the words spoken to be was out of the question. I might be intelligent, but I am not a supercomputer or the protagonist in a wish-fulfilment story. There is no god kissing my ass and giving me the ability to understand the language.

The language itself sounds beautiful and soft in its pronunciation but it still remained intelligible for me. Any attempts at conversing were destined to end in failure. And do not get me started about the existence of magic.

I have no confirmation if it even exists outside of my fabricates memories. This entire world in front of my blind eyes is shrouded in mystery. Trying to understand it needed a lot more time, then I currently had at my disposal.

I had a general idea of how to test my theories about this world, but this endeavour had to wait until my life was threatened by an unknown entity. I should prioritize how to escape out of this situation and not waste my focus on different matters altogether.

The voice continued to enter my ears with me the same intensity, but I had not come closer to it after taking so many steps. This would imply that either I did not move or the being moved with me.

Both possibilities only raise more questions and I still do not know whether I am on the right path or not. I am very happy to be a part of this spectacle. This emotional state must be known as anticipation. This world is a true gift that keeps on giving.

The voice reverberated through the air once more but this time around It penetrated my ears and shot directly into my brain. Yelping in sheer pain, I came to the conclusion, that my lack of reaction certainly had been interpreted as a provocation.

The warning I received was loud and clear. Though I still had no idea, how I could avoid my brain being fried by this mighty voice alone. If we do not speak the same language, it might be able to interpreter the intent behind my words.

Although this choice might have some risks that come with it, walking forward aimlessly was not a solution to get out of this mass either way. I chose English to convey my message because on the off-chance that all of this is related to my memories, it has a higher chance of being understood.

” I am terribly sorry for the inconvenience, but due to my inability to understand the language you are speaking, I find myself unable to converse with you. I hope that my sincere apology will be enough to prevent any further misunderstandings” I did a deep bow to underline how important the matter truly was to me.

To my dismay, I had to realize that my good intentions fell on deaf ears, as I was terrorized by another sound attack. Although speaking louder did not give his words any more weight, they sure rang in my ears for a long time afterwards.

” Fuck you too” I mumbled, as I was complaining about the tinnitus I just had received. Cursing at the entity for such an unfair treatment seemed more than appropriate. Since he could not understand my language, then I can curse at him for all I want, provided I sound happy and retain my smile.

Although this method will also not lead me out of this mess, it certainly helps me in blowing some of my steam. As for the warnings in my hand to not curse the Gods and keep my mouth shut, those were something I could not care less about.

I do not give a shit about stuff like that If no one is capable of understanding English.

Suddenly I had a bad feeling that something was amiss, as my senses heightened I tried to locate the source of the danger. But nothing came and I heard a taunting laugh in the distance. Any form of consideration I might have had is now gone from my mind.

Just as I started to lay down my guard, a sudden attack came close to me. Without even thinking about what actually came at me I twisted my entire torso to just barely dodge the attack aimed at me.

What a crafty son of a bitch, why is he employing such tactics against me? A taste of my own medicine? This situation has become a lot more interesting just now. A psychological battle is much more to my liking then just using brute force. Though it will need more than robbing my sight and to use such a tactic to outwit me.

I was thankful for the training I had gone through with the flames albeit it being fake. Because before I had realized it, I felt the danger coming from all directions. Right afterwards I found myself dancing under the various attacks that I barely managed to avoid.

I was clearly being put under a gruelling test, as all of these attacks seemed to disappear once I was not able to avoid them entirely and once again I felt a feeling of anger rise in me because I was not taken for full.

But I quickly snuffed it out, because I know that now was not the time to let my thinking be disturbed by hurt ego. Because me being tested means, that the entity has plans for me. Having come to such a conclusion, I did my best to leave a suitable impression. I might never know what this entity has planned for me.

Though afterwards I was left wondering what exactly this plan might be. I heard many different words that sounded ominous but in the end, nothing happened to me. Should I be glad that nothing came afterwards or be afraid of that detail, I could not tell.

Staring into the darkness, that seemed all too familiar, I could not make out anything other than it. It is scary how quickly I have become used to a change of such magnitude. Would it not be normal to be afraid of losing your vision?

Yet, in this black nothingness, I was at home. It must be related to the countless memories I had watched in my mind as the darkness I stare into shares a high resemblance to the one I had come into contact in the back of my mind.

This change was not a restriction or a handicap for me. Far from it, I saw in it my change to witness this world in its truest form. Not being distracted by beautiful appearances, I could witness the world in its most beautiful form.

Rather than seeing the world in black or white or different shades of grey, I could see it for what it really is. I was not robbed of my sight, I was given a chance to truly see the world. My view of the world would undoubtedly be positively affected by this change. Furthermore, I could not deny, that not seeing the ugliness of this world might be a good way to not be tainted by it

If all I see is darkness, then it is my duty to find a light. Because darkness itself is ultimately the absence of light. But to truly understand my darkness, I will need to understand light as well.

One can not exist without the other and one is never whole without the other.

Someone once said that the beauty of a moment is not defined by its timelessness but rather in its frailty. We learn the true value of something, by knowing its counterpart. For health there is sickness, for happiness there is sadness and for life there is death.

If I truly want to understand emotions, I will have to experience those to truly comprehend what gives them their weight.

I have to find the light if all I see is nothing but the dark.