12-30-2024, 01:17 AM
Anton watched as more unfolded. The one who had scared the girl - someone called her Calli - was being irreverent in Anton's opinion, but then again, what right had he to an opinion on this. Anton hadn't belonged to this church. If church was the right word. Things started to make a little more sense as they began speaking about veil walking. Putting the pieces together, Anton could tell it meant channeling. Both the man and Calli had disappeared from his senses, and the other girl had left. That was useful information at least. It had been the first time he had knowingly been around channelers. Instead of emotions, they were empty. It made the room easier to be in, although the emotions from the images still lingered.
But there was excitement in the room, and suddenly, Anton felt unwelcome. Perhaps it was why the other had left. He couldn't channel, and maybe this wasn't a place for those who couldn't. It seemed as if there was a place for those who couldn't. As far as he could tell, they hadn't thought Calli had the ability, but they just found out. Still, the images haunted him. Anton wanted to leave, but he felt glued to the floor, his eyes moving once again to the Luminar. The man had not yet reacted to the news of these channelers in the room, he didn't know why. He wanted to ask about the images. Ask if that was normal. Ask what it meant. In reality it probably meant nothing. Memories of the opera just mixing with the sound, but he knew deep in his heart that it was something else for one very important reason.
The Opera had a happy ending. His visions did not and his visions had told the real story. The story the myth had shown. Death. Anton stood, turned towards the door to leave, but stopped, turning back to face the room. A room he wasn't sure he belonged in - a room that had made him fear.
But there was excitement in the room, and suddenly, Anton felt unwelcome. Perhaps it was why the other had left. He couldn't channel, and maybe this wasn't a place for those who couldn't. It seemed as if there was a place for those who couldn't. As far as he could tell, they hadn't thought Calli had the ability, but they just found out. Still, the images haunted him. Anton wanted to leave, but he felt glued to the floor, his eyes moving once again to the Luminar. The man had not yet reacted to the news of these channelers in the room, he didn't know why. He wanted to ask about the images. Ask if that was normal. Ask what it meant. In reality it probably meant nothing. Memories of the opera just mixing with the sound, but he knew deep in his heart that it was something else for one very important reason.
The Opera had a happy ending. His visions did not and his visions had told the real story. The story the myth had shown. Death. Anton stood, turned towards the door to leave, but stopped, turning back to face the room. A room he wasn't sure he belonged in - a room that had made him fear.