In the mid-nineteenth century, when troubadours still uttered songs of Friendship, Love and Badmouth. In a time, when the two chairmen of Alter and Sparks' family got along well and their families joined together, in their mansions, for delicious and divine meals, Arriane and Roland used to spend entire days, running through the fields around the mansion, catching dozens of fireflies, butterflies and other flying bugs with nets and putting them in jars, and when the night arrived, the two of them would watch the eerie glow and the black shapes moving in the dark, with a mixture of wonder and fascination, before Arriane's hands, tangled in his, finally open the lid.
As the two of them grew older, the time they used to spend together at the family meetings grew shorter. Both of them were the heirs of their families and their responsabilities and success cursed upon them.
In one of the family meetings, Ronald sat with Arriane on the small dock behind the mansion, their legs dangling over the water, while the sun slowly traversed the sky.
Ronald turned toward Arriane and confessed "Chairman is setting up a carriage... After twenty-seven autumns, I'm more than ready to get married. However I'm not allowed to marry without any benefits to my family. Y'know what I mean..." shrugging.
Arriane fixed the slight waves created by the perturbation of the water caused by the landing of a duck and nodded softly.
Ronald raised his arm in order to put a string of her wild hair behind her ear, and sliding gently his finger down her cheek, he lifted her chin closing the inches between their lips. Arriane, with her eyes glowing, almost seemed like a frightened cat, uncertain in her actions; ending up by satisfying her deepest desires with her peer. But reality soon knock on her door: He was about to get married.
"What was that for?" Arriane asked, a little bit confused.
"A good-bye kiss, I guess..." Ronald sighed, focusing her shinning eyes.
Returning to the mansion, they both took separate ways.
Ronald heading to a high class married life and Arriane to a more mysterious life beneath the shadow of twisted men.
*
Darren, increasing his step march and carrying a letter from the battle front, entered into the prom room where King Sparks and his Queen were sitting in their thrones and announced " Your highness, Chris, The general who commands the 5HQ, reported that his crew acquired a new weapon."
"And how's that relevant?"
"Well, the thing is... the new weapon is not made of steal and concrete, it is... or should I say, she's made of flesh and bone."
Rising up, King Sparks was perplexed "Elaborate that."
"Soldiers call her, 'The one that sees with hands'... Some say she sold her soul to the devil in order to get free from the owners of human traffic, but the demon tricked her and ripped out her eyeballs, sewing her face with spinning line and adding sidekick eyeballs into the palm of her hands."
Clearing his throat, with a haughty voice "How is that thing going to help me win the war?"
"Ohhh, she has the capability to see the future; I'm pretty sure she can tell your majesty, who's gonna win the war."
"Squire set up my saddle, I'm going to visit that creature and cheer up my men's spirit."
The Queen grabbed the King's hand and told him "Be careful, my love" and embraced him with her weak arms, kissing his face gently.
*
"Time to switch shifts, brother." a man, probably entering the 40 years crisis and wearing just the clothes supposed to go under the armor, announced to his mate.
"Be careful, brother... it's an incredible cunning creature."
The creature was trapped inside a carriage turned into a wooden cage which was covered with a poor, old, dusty blanket.
"Ronald..." a voice coming from camp called his name. The man turned around searching for someone who might have called him, but no one was there.
"Ronald..." the melodic, pure voice called again.
"Who is calling me, show yourself!" the man ordered, while a small hand lie on his right shoulder, he instantly turned around and lifted the blanket.
"Well, hello there Ronald, my old friend, long time no see you."
She was curled up in her old clothes, trying to keep herself warm, with dirty barefeet and red hair, a red between fire and blood, covering her face.
"Arria-- Arriane is that you? Who did this to you?"
"The best reason, and proably the one you can understand, FATE! Now, give me a glass of water." she ordered him, revealing a careless seam where were supposed to be her, once beautiful violet eyes, the colour of a twilight at the end of a day in the middle of Summer.
He stood where he was, only moving an arm to pick up a glass of fresh water, his expression translated pure horror.
"How were you-- were you able to recognize me?" Ronald stammered.
"Ohhh sweetheart, I don't need eyes to see what's going on around me!" Arriane confessed, opening for the first time the palm of her hands, showing the sidekick eyeballs in complete ecstasy, "I see all that was, that is and that will be." vocalizing the quote with a terrifying voice tone.
"Then, why am I here?" the frightened Ronald asked her, trying to keep a neutral voice. He couldn't stop thinking that the creature in front of his eyes, was actually his childhood mate, his first crush.
"Well deary, you want to know who's going to win the battle? Then, shall you give me the glass of water or are you waiting for your corpse to be eaten by crows?" he lend her the glass of water and, as a wild animal, she grabbed the cup and satisfied her thirst.
Ronald covered the cage again, when he heard someone calling him.
*
Just five minutes away, were more than enough, for the creature, to abandon the battlefield, leaving a trace of her scent, through the air, along with a few words of revenge "Future is like a puzzle and the ability to see it, might look like a gift for the outsiders' point of view, but experimenting the vision of people dying and the reborning, the feeling of getting injured and the healing their own scars, the strong emotions of falling in love and then the cold heartbreak... I'm able to take over your place, King Sparks; Surely with right allies." and an evil and mad chuckle echoed through the red bloody skies of the conquered land.
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