Chapter 365: The Darkness
Trisha’s sight slowly began to return to her silently, as her essence slowly calmed down from its previous activities...
Her blurry sight got clearer by the second until everything snapped into stark clarity, and the confusion clouded her as she jerked up from the comfort of the clinic bed.
Her silver hair scattered all over her shoulder, and over her eyes... and then it registered... she could see?
As though fate was taunting her with the possibility of witnessing the brilliance of light through her own eyes, suddenly everything went dark.
The bright sight of her medic room converted into a dark sea, a familiar sight she was well accustomed with.
"Heh." she chuckled as though scoffing at herself, then the memories of her vision flooded in, her eyes rolling uncontrollably, as she gagged and gurgled, losing the ability to breathe for a few seconds.
And then it all stopped, snapping back into place, she took in deep breaths, her hand clutching tightly to her chest, as it all settled in.
The door to her clinic room burst open as a nurse rushed in. The sound of her disordered footsteps filling the room, followed by the sudden shock and halt, as the nurse jolted in surprise. "Miss Trisha, you are awake!" she exclaimed, rushing out to inform her superior.
As the president had made it clear that the moment Trisha Moon regained consciousness he should be informed impromptu.
And within minutes news reached him, and he arrived at the medical facility premises, agent guards lining his path, as he marched down the hall and into her room, stepping in alone and closing the door behind him.
He let out a sigh, and turned his gaze towards Trisha, and observed her staring into the window blankly and calmly, her hands collapsed before her as she sat forward.
The president sighed once again, sometimes it pained him how much these children had to bear all for the sake of the human race, yet there was nothing he could do.
Trisha’s ability was more of a curse to her than a blessing, because if one was to face it at its core the ability was of no use whatsoever to her.
It might be an invaluable asset to their race, but it provided her with no personal benefits...
"How are you doing, kid..." he greeted her gently, walking forward.
Trisha’s face turned towards him, her eyes dull, "President Cain, it’s you... greetings..."
President Cain shook his head, "For the hundredth time, little girl, it’s just Cain to you..." the president expressed helplessly.
A smile bloomed on Trisha’s face, "You know I can’t call you that, knowing who you are..."
President Cain chuckled at her words. He wasn’t surprised she could see through his identity, in fact it was precisely because she could that he valued her abilities so much.
Silence graced the room once again, as the president stared at her blank eyes, then spoke, "Okay, kid, you know why I’m here..."
Trisha’s smile vanished, and she shifted her face away from him, the flashes of her vision replayed over and over again in her head.
"A new moon." she started, tucking her finger closer to her chest, the flashes of those entrancing jade green eyes flickering deep into her soul.
The president nodded solemnly, "I pretty much heard you scream that part out despite being rooms away..."
Trisha remained silent, she never could recall whatever happened between her trances especially when it came to one as strong as this, she had never experienced one so overwhelming.
Lips trembling she continued to speak her voice faint, "A new moon, but in reality it wasn’t. The constellation was always present behind the shadows of the previous moon. And now it has stirred and it has made contact with the sun." Trisha explained as she stared blankly into space.
Her vision witnessed the sight of the brilliant sun sharing the sky with the darkest celestial manifestation she had ever witnessed, the new moon, a dark moon.
"Wait, what? Seth?" the president exclaimed in confusion, the same Seth he had lost contact with since the destruction of the dragons?
"What’s going on, can you tell me who this dark moon is? Can you map their location?" The president asked, throwing out a barrage of questions.
Trisha shook her head, "I can’t, just like I couldn’t identify the sun and the moon before I met them, I still can’t now..."
"So you’re telling me." The president started in disbelief...
"Yes." Trisha responded curtly, "There’s another being out there with just as much providence as Seth Duskreaver and Kylie Hart."
The president went silent but his grim expression said it all...
And then Trisha added with a dark tone, "And I should warn, this moon bears too much instability, it’s mired in darkness, unlike the sun and the moon we know, we might witness the birth of a destroyer."
The president scowled, he knew how this went, children of providence, humans born with deep concentration of fortune.
These were beings like Seth the sun and Kylie the moon along with the other stars, they would be born geniuses destined to reach heights that most in their race could only hope for.
Now these entities were chosen by fate, but nothing said they must be good, some bore abilities that eat their mind, and devoured their consciousness, these were beings said to be mired in darkness.
Beings whose abilities relied on them completely giving in to the darkness that embraced madness...
Such beings were more of liabilities than they were assets, instead they posed more of a threat because of their mental instability.
Fragile minds might fail to keep ahold of the darkness and let it consume them, turning them into mindless monsters that slaughter all in their path.
Trisha grunted and clutched her head between her hands, as she let out ragged breaths flashes of those green haunting eyes piercing from the veil of the new moon’s providence seemed to be scarring her soul.
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Meanwhile back on Seth’s end...
He stared into the female captain’s entrancing jade green eyes and his pupils glowed in resonance to a force he couldn’t perceive, not yet anyway.
Fate and karma all aligning and revolving around the two...