Deceived

Chapter 5 | Falon

Time conquers all they say

Scars, wounds and pain alike

Yet the mind never fades

As memories themselves are etched in time

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Once the clouds of feelings obscuring his mind drifted away, Nathan realised how surreal the chain of events that had taken place each time had been. Alethia seemed to be a meagre human girl, if she was a demonic or a magical creature he would have felt it, seen it in her aura. He wanted to know more about this weakness of his that was binding him to her.  He knew he wasn't wise enough to decipher it himself having lived life only at the brink of living, he had never tried to gain knowledge of anything apart from his possessions and manoeuvres. Seeking the wise and old in his realm would set off too many alarms that he knew would only bring him trouble so the only person he could think of getting this information from was an old friend.

Getting up from the luxury of his bed he reached for the only book that stood lonely and dusty in the tall wooden shelf right opposite. The deepness of the rosewood reflected the rich midnight blue walls upon its polished surface. The bedroom spread across a vast expanse, with three white doors leading their own separate ways and a large white paned window that stood watching the scatters of green that had just started to adorn the garden surrounding the house. Cream coloured curtains stood still mimicking the silence in the house as the light of the day filtered through them carelessly. The rest of the room remained empty, its space unconquered.

He picked out the weathered, leather bound cover and blew away the dust sitting grudgingly upon its pages. A wreath of flowers circling a worn tree was etched in faded gold upon its front, he smiled thinking of how long it had been since he had seen his seasonal friend.  Picking up the pen that lay on the shelf he opened the yellowed pages of the book and tenderly hoping against denial wrote down two words.

'Rememeber me?'

The dark ink remained unchanged upon the middle of the page until it turned red. It took a while for the response to come back and during that period Nathan grew even more restless. A scribble started to form under his written words, recognising the familiar illegible writing Nathan let out a sigh.

'A fragment of many memories..'

Falon was the sole company he had had in ages, a tie he had reached out to after decades hesitantly but knowing of its strength. When Nathan was lost in the fury of his existence, living of his own in the human world his friend had saved him from himself, he was the one true family Nathan knew of.

'What jostled your memory to remind you of this lost treasure?'

The ink on the paper was red and knowing of Nathans smile. His hands quickened as he wrote on, feeling a sense of nostalgia taking over him.

'Too many wounds to mention. Where can I find you?' He wrote back and watched the black ink turn red. Within seconds there was reply.

'Too far from your reach but if you shall find my soul there let me know.'

Nathan chuckled knowing exactly what Falon was talking about. A very long time ago they both had stumbled upon 'The Bar of Dyfaria', situated right at the centre of Manhattan. It promised all demonic creatures the one and only Dyfarian drink that could bring them back their souls if they truly deserved it. Lost in the light of adventure they had both entered the conquest of gaining their souls back, utterly sure that they truly deserved it even though the tiny letters on the window gave huge warnings they didn't care about. They had both gulped down the golden swirling liquid worth whatever last of their savings they had been building for months. Within a few seconds the two friends had reached a new dimension, a whole new space of mind metaphorically. A night of unspeakable doings had unfolded henceforth with Falon pretending to have felt his soul return to him and slip right back into the frosty air of the twilight and they had searched and searched for his soul all over until they had woken up two days later in the middle of a desert not knowing their own identities and paths.

It took some walking and talking to gain their senses and when they reached home they had laughed about it for another two days straight. Falon had sworn on all living things and alike that he had truly lost his soul that night whether he was born with one or none. 

'The search will never end. I need to see you, I'm in the city.' He wrote back.

'When did you return and more importantly why?' The red ink spoke back to him.

'Nothing I can speak of right now. Where can I find you?' He wrote again, desperate to see his friend.

'I'll see you at The Bar of Dyfaria tomorrow night. Happy to hear from you..'

Nathan sighed and shut the worn page filled with red ink now, knowing it would fade away soon. Memories, many more memories of the time when he was free and happy to be irresponsible came back to him as he laid upon the satin sheets of his bed in silence.

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I know, I know. Late update.. small chapter.. well this is the last of Nathan's POV. You won't be reading his point of view for a while now. But things are gonna get real interesting now. 

Final year exams going on but by jan imma be back guys! Deceived is on track! Can't wait to hear about what you guys think!! Thank you so much for sticking around