Merinla
542 Words
"Fu a ni tu ka li a ta."
His beards were growing whiter and the curves all over his face were decked with hardened fluids. He had no idea since when he had had a proper wash of his skin in the pool of the Dean.
He had thought that he wouldn't see him anymore until he did at that moment. He wasn't in a good shape and he could tell.
His legs were quaking. The man was trying to hide it but he had figured it out. He didn't know what typa father would love to hide a thing from his son. That was some blue-button s**t.
"Hi tub rhi gu to ti a fi ti ku an ti a ba grabul grat brya met a li prn hur flot lli set ghu ma brih plr jres ders thu mia ba thril men luh jrs swed."
His father said. He was trying to decide what he was saying. Of course he understood all but was trying to sort its implication. That was easy as it seemed of course. It wasn't easy though but he wanted it to be.
The father had told him when he had met him earlier and that he should run away from that place that he would be haunted. But at that time, what was he doing? Like trying to do? Was he trying to eat his words?
He couldn't be sure. He didn't know what to say to him. He didn't seem to want to say much or stay for a long while. He probably had some businesses underworld to take care of. He wouldn't be the one to stay him.
"Hur tug hi bre fi hu gref nni mrur fred leui opef hed redh besc putg lews awed vref kiod."
He seemed to find his word. The father smiled and walked closer to him. He could actually walk well. Like support himself. He needed no aid or walking stick. That set him, the son, on the verge of indecision of course.
They were in a very wide place. Twas without form. It had a red lawn of mist hovering over it and the land was with various cracks. Twas as though it was a desert where a volcano just erupted in.
They were the only two there. He didn't know if that was the point his father was trying to prove. Like they were the one two people who were spotless and clean in the underworld. Like the underworld game had gone gaga and gogo.
"Ti an ku fi a be hu tu fre est llio."
The father held his hand to the Imp's chest. He was trying to impart him with the remaining power in him before he would be collected with those who would watch over the arena and have limitations to interference.
He didn't want to take the wave. Who would wish the death of his father. No one of course.
"He tu fri o bbe lloip"
He said. But twas too late for him. The father had had his way. He dropped on the floor.
The Imp tried to help him up but he was weak too. The father vanished into the air firstly. Then a gloom munched the son.
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