37 Auras (1/2)

Keiran took a seat next to me. ”You okay?”

”Just a headache. Nothing major.” I brushed off his concern.

I gave him a sidewards glance and saw his vulnerable expression again. It made me wonder if he was still searching for his son.

”You never gave up looking for him did you?”

”No. It was my search for him that made me partner with the Order.”

Keiran regarded me for sometime before he made something of an internal decision. ”The knights seem to trust you.”

”Pfft. I doubt that.” I scoffed, recalling upon that stunt they did to us back at the Stasis Theatre.

”No. They do, otherwise you'd be sitting in a cell within h.e.l.l's Labyrinth.” Keiran soberly pushed his point further. ”Your aura gives reason for trust.”

He explained that my aura was white with gold; white being my core-underlining colour. The surface aura color was p.r.o.ne to fluctuations and blending, which reflected the mood and current state of a person. However, the core-underlining color was unchangeable. This color represented the core of a person's being; their deep-rooted values, impressions and aspects to fill up their heart's desire. It was the truth of a person. A person could try to hide their core-underlining colour all they like, but it would be pointless since their true colours would always be shown.

”Yours is white. So, the Captain knew you weren't a threat when he saw you since white is the color of a pure and healing soul.” Keiran finished off his explanation.

”Hang on. The Captain?” I frowned, no longer feeling the brunt of my headache.

Keiran c.o.c.ked his head to one side with a perplexed expression. ”He didn't tell you?”

I raised my brows.

He laughed. ”Well I guess there's no harm in telling you since its common knowledge across the knighthood.”

The feeling of being had was written all over my face when he spoke his version of the time I was taken out of the Juxtapositioner's Lair the first time around.