Chapter
CXLII: Jeez, I’m Giving Myself a Headache ~Mazzic
The chant
of the Twilighter filled the air with a growing
menace, something big was about to happen, and Mazzic
didn’t know whether he wanted to be there or not. Such power was rare nowadays,
even including the Twilight Council, altogether they were only a few grains of
sand in the proverbial beach of existence. Of all the people Mazzic had met on this expedition across the vastness of
space, Havering alone was truly evil. Even Malachai, Nichtem, the late Cydak, Orson, Mel, Fahna, Jadea, Nero, Drakon, Vole, and
the others were but small change in comparison. Mazzic’s
glare darkened at the mention of his self proclaimed archenemy. Yes, Vole would
die, as would the rest of the council. But this shade, this being of pure
darkness…maybe he was the one to follow in the coming times, maybe he was the
true savior he had been looking for. The powers that
had been granted him might finally come under his control. Mazzic
smiled, that was a pleasing thought…maybe then he could throw even this twilighter away like a rag doll. The universe would be his
to reap. Yes, a pleasing thought indeed.
But what about that boy? Ian? What strange power
emanated from his very soul that countered Havering’s so? The
pure light to confront true darkness. An ongoing philosophical struggle,
trivial at times, but important at others.
Who to side with?
Who to side with?
What are the answers he is looking for?
Where is his past?
Can either of them give him those truths?
Dark Vs Light…Light Vs Dark…which one will prevail?
Some say that light will always prevail, that one candle will light up more
than a little darkness. But at the same time, True Darkness, not merely the
lack of light, but rather a kind of anti-light, non-light, darkness so deep
that the candle that lights the dark room would be swallowed whole, frozen to
the core, the wax made brittle and the wick frosted over. Cold, penetrating,
was there any light that could pierce that veil?
Or…was the veil to be thrown away completely, not changed, not brightened, but
tossed into the trash like a moldy piece of bread? Mazzic grimaced,
the answer eluded him now, but the time would be coming when he would have to
make a choice, and that choice scared him more now then it ever had before, as
a wrong step would mean horrible death. And that was a death that he was
just not willing to accept.
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Mazzic opened his eyes.
“…so he does this all the time you say?”
“Every now and then, we just think that we bore him into meditation or
something. I’d check him out by reading his mind, but there is some kind of
barrier, and I don’t want to hurt ‘im by trying.”
“Wow, what a rude guy”
Mazzic sat up straight again and grinned to himself
when everyone jumped, “I resent that you know”
“Kyanosa’s nowhere to be found, you have any idea
where he could have gotten to?”
“You check his room?”
“Yeah, I think that he’s afraid of Ria
here”
“No kidding”
“It’s not my fault, he made me so upset that I cut him in half.”
“Cut him in half you say?”
“Like I said last time…long story.”
“We got time, and I want to here this.”
It was about this time that Havering’s chant began to reach its climax.
Mazzic grimaced, “I guess we don’t have time anymore, lets go see what’s up.”
Kaye blanched at the thought, “I don’t think so, he’s scary enough as it is; I
don’t want to know what he is
doing.”
The Auron gave Mazzic a stready gaze, “You go ahead, I don’t like the sound of this
either, come back and tell us what happened if you care enough.”
Mazzic glanced back at Ria, “You bet.” He then disappeared out the door.