Chapter 29 - Part 1

Swift darkness fell over Haiden's consciousness as he opened his eyes just moments after to the sound of a whistling. He recognized the sound immediately. Being drawn to it like an insect to light, his feet and body moved on its own. He had a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach, everything around him was wrong, but he could not place it. He moved through a modest house, moving through the main corridor he opened the very last door that lead into a room full of toys.

Inside a woman cradled her son, the whistle's tune was melodic and calming.

"You look beautiful, Pam." Haiden said with an unfamiliar voice.

"Oh, you!" The woman said bashful. "Our son is beautiful, look at him. He's perfect." She raised the child, allowing him to see his wrinkly red face.

"Of course he is, he is our son. Haiden." Haiden replied, again, his voice was not his own."Pam - I need to talk -"

"Are you being deployed again?" The woman cut him off.

"Yes, this time I cannot say no, Pam. I'm sorry." He felt terrible pain in his heart, a fearsome loneliness that gutted him.

"Da-" The woman began but was cut of by a looming shadow that darkened everything around him.

Haiden blinked again and he found himself in a different location. Instead of the simple home he saw rubble.that lit ablaze Fallen walls exposing the inside of the structure. He had seen that house before. Haiden felt insurmountable rage and anguish. The shock of the sight wore off in moments before his legs moved on their own quickly, his body plunging through the flame. They all died the moment he stepped on the broken tiles. He rushed to the last door in the corridor and flung open the door. The burning handle imprinting on his hand like brand.

Inside he saw two burnt bodies. The room was no longer filled with toys but books, the furniture had changed as well as the color of the walls which was darkened by the flames. At the bottom of a bed, there were two piles of dark ash in the form of two bodies. A woman and a child.

Haiden's heart stopped for what seemed like eternity. Tears flowed endlessly on his cheeks as he screamed at everything he could think of. Creators, the Emperor, Ameral, the list continued.

The sun set slowly, but his screams continued till his voice was but a whisper.

Finally he turned to the pile of ash and whispered. "Haiden, I'm sorry."

Darkness enveloped Haiden again, the raw emotions he had been feeling were stripped away, as if he had left them all in the last location. Confused at what he had just witnessed he drifted away through darkness. The child that had died was named Haiden. But, I am Haiden. He said to himself.

You are. Screech replied.

Then who was that? Am I remembering?

Screech took a moment to answer but he finally said. Yes. But they are not your knowings. They are different.

If they weren't mine, then whose?

Danil. His knowings came with when he gave back your knowings.

Danil has a child!? Haiden said in disbelief.

Had. Screech corrected.

Oh, right. Haiden was embarrassed. He felt like he had just seen something incredibly private. He had just violated Danil with his prying gaze into his memories. We had the same name. He repeated before wondering what would follow next.

Haiden opened his eyes again to see that he was now transported somewhere else. Everywhere around him were dirt houses of shades of sun-burnt clay mud that were extremely tall.Wide doorways and windows.. People just as big dressed in rags, they were unwashed and extremely malnourished. They lazed around wherever they could, uncaring for anything else.

On the broken road, a man came riding a massive mron. He was dressed in leather armor and had a sword equipped at his waist. He looks like a soldier, Haiden thought. Fear bubbled inside him as the man reached down and swiped Haiden with a single hand from the ground.

"This one!" The man said in a disgusted voice. The people that surrounded him did not even bother to look up. No one cared enough to protest the way Haiden was taken. Haiden began to cry uncontrollably as he got carried away.

Darkness engulfed him again and the moment he blinked he was in another place again. It was a cell of a sort. It was familiar, comfortable. He relaxed as the smell of field flowers and something warm embraced hims whole body relaxing him. He could barely move his head from how relaxed his body became. Next to him, others, just as aloof as he was sat next to him and giggled. He began to laugh with them, but he could not understand why. He didn't want to laugh, he wanted to cry. He could not control his body. A burning desire ignited in his chest. Blood rushed into all members as he relaxed further. It was as if he was an observer, his mind was separate from his body. He simply watched as something else controlled his body.

Another man, he was almost as tall as the others. It seemed that now he was surrounded by smaller furnitures and things than his previous memory. The house was lavishly decorated with gold statues and white marble. Pillows littered corners surrounding small tables where people lazed around. The man came straight for Haide. The moment the soldier's coarse hand brushed his sensitive skin he moaned with pleasure. Ashamed he wanted to pull away and run, but his body moved on his own, reaching to touch the man.

"Not, me you freak!" The soldier punched Haiden hard, pain fired alarms in his mind but his body reacted completely wrong. He moaned, begging to do it again. He dragged Haiden through large corridors and rooms until they reached a white door.

"Master Eereki, I have brought it." He said as he wrapped on the door.

"Excellent, excellent!" A high pitched voice called from within. The soldiers burst in and threw Haiden on the floor at the feet of a large man. He was just as tall as the solidres. He was a simple mass of flesh, with no definite shape. He began to laugh as he undressed his small garments that barely covered his flesh. "Come, child." His voice was disgusting to Haiden's ears. The fat man gulped with eagerness as his body moved on it's own, stroking the man.

Haiden witnessed unspeakable acts done to his body. He felt every ounce of pain, he screamed and begged for the fat man to stop, but his body never listened.

Many nights have passed in which every other day he was summoned in the fat man's chambers. It was the same thing, over and over again. The despair, the pain, Haiden tried to block all of it, and just endure. He could not do anything, as his body gave into the depraved acts.

He was now used to the routine. The smell of the field flowers and something warm moved his body against his will. The man would take him away, throwing him as hard as he could on the cold marble flooring. Haiden would make his way to the fat man and begin to satisfy his desires.

After the fat man was done with him, he was taken back and thrown in a tub of cold water. The shock was only mental, his scream of pain as it touched his skin could not reach his lips. His body simply remaining in the water.

The next day, people he could not register brushed his pale skin red, preparing him for the next day. After they finished, he would be thrown back in the cell with others like him. Then the smell of field flowers and something warm came again, just before he could regain some of his senses back.

One day, the smell was different, it had lost some of the control it had on Haiden's body. It had a sour note to it. He began to gain some motion in his toes the moment the man came to collect him. His eyes bounced around the room as he was getting dragged into the fat man's chambers.

His breath became a chore as he manually took every breath.

The fat man begged him to get closer, his high pitched voice sickening Haiden to his gut. He began to undress, he still could not fully control his body.

He was so slender compared to the man touching him, planning how to degrade Haiden this time, but this time something was wrong. His face was not of pure joy as previous nights.

"I think I have grown tired of you, my love. You have served me well. I shall give you the privilege to fulfill my greatest desire." He said gently, his voice made Haiden want to wretch.

The man wrapped his hands around Haiden's neck and began to squeeze with his fat sausage like fingers. Haiden felt the pain and his throat closing rendering him unable to breathe. An intense pressure began to amass in the back of his mind, his ears ringing. He finally managed to will his hands to try to pry open the fat man's fingers from around his neck.

Haiden's struggled gained momentum.

"W-what are you doing, insolent slave! You c-can't fight back!" The man screamed.

The pressure in his head began to swell as his awareness came back. Haiden punched at the man's hands, trying to make him let go, but he was too weak to do anything.

"Die already!" The man yelled, the strength of the grip around his neck increased. He licked his lips as he was ready to snap Haiden's neck and he knew he was close. Haiden felt, pressed tightly against him, the man's cock throbbing. He was getting off out of this.

Haiden continued to struggle until the pressure became too much for him and released everything he had within. His heart racing out of his chest, as sweet release came and silence fell over the ringing and the pressure was gone.

A blazing inferno consumed the man before him, rendering him to ashes. The flames quickly extended throughout the room, soon surrounding Haiden in a fiery cascade of roaring flames.

Haiden then blinked and found himself back in the dark abyss. He could feel Screech in the back of his mind, he could feel the pity within the creature. Screech felt bad for Haiden.

I... I was a... Haiden could not bring himself to say it, he was in dismay. Nothing he had just seen made sense to him. I can't be. I had a family. My Ma, Pa! I had them. He tried to recall back to the incident that marked his life, to nightmares. Every memory tainted the faces of his parents, into simple distortions of mere humans. NO! He screamed as he went through all the memories he had, neither one of them was correct. The people were fuzzy, unrecognizable. It felt wrong.

Stop! Screech boomed. Those are fake. This is you. He could not sit there in silence and watch Haiden fall into despair.

But why? How... i have so many questions. I need to find Danil. Haiden began to squirm and agitate himself trying to navigate through the darkness.

I'm sure you will find answers soon.

Haiden didn't have time to reply the red light of the sunset blinded him as it fell straight in his eye. "Ack!" He moaned as he covered his face. He found himself in the white rooms of the infirmary. He quickly checked his body, there was no sign of any wounds. He breathed in relief.

"Tasgal!" He remembered, he had promised Tasgal to meet him after. As he threw the blankets off of him and dressing himself out of the white robes of the infirmary into his almost shredded uniform that was set aside for him.

Haiden rushed out of the infirmary regardless of the cries of the assistants. Luckily for him he was not too far away from the Ashen dorms, he was still a bit light headed and the short distance was enough to leave him out of breath.

He entered the functionally decorated building and slowed down his pace, throwing around himself his own invisibility spell and darkness fell over as dim lights showed the outline of the world. He walked slowly not to be heard by others although the building seemed deserted. He climbed up to the second story where Tasgal's room was located. He tread carefully, he couldn't see the blinding blue light beyond walls and didn't want to risk someone opening the door while he would unveil himself.

He inched closer to Tasgal's room, the door was slightly ajar and he peeked through, careful not to budge the door. Inside he saw the beacons of light. They were talking about something but the tone of conversation felt weird. It was too muffled for him to hear properly.

After checking his surroundings again, Haiden deemed it safe to drop the spell. Instantly the world became colorful and nuanced. Smells of wood and sweat hit him raw, as expected of the Ashen dorms.

"...what else? Tell me what else! Ryel wouldn't have come here without a reason!" An older gentleman dressed in expensive garb, heavily decorated. His receding hairline framed his head in an oval, while his thick gray beard planted a firm expression on his face.

"That's all I can tell you, Master." Tasgal bowed his head. "There is nothing special about the target aside from the Wielding abilities."

"Yeah, don't remind me." He said with contempt."I can't believe a filthy commoner made a fool of that idiot, as incompetent he might be he is still my son, unfortunately." He spat on the ground. "Very well, you have served your duty well, Tasgal. I will be recalling you from this mission, the plan is well underway and we should have the capital in our hands by now. I'm awaiting the note from Cornelius in the next day or so for confirmation, we leave right after to avoid riding with that imbecil Ryel."

Tasgal did not seem as surprised as Haiden by the man's words. He was in shock. Tasgal? Recalled? Does that mean...

He's leaving. Screech finished his sentence. Haiden shook his head in disbelief, he wanted to barge in and yell at the old man but something kept him steady.

"Now, Tasgal. It's been a long day, be a sweet boy and undo my pants." The older man commanded.

"But, Master!" Tasgal was taken aback by the suggestion, as was Haiden. "I don't think this is the place..."

"You dare question me, boy?" The man slapped Tasgal across the face with a loud smack. "Don't you start now."

"Someone might come, Master. I beg of you," Tasgal pleaded.

The man's face distorted into a hateful grimace and snatched Tasgal's shirt, pulling him down on his knees. "Undo, my, pants." He huffed.

"Yes, Master." Tasgal finally obeyed. He lifted the long embellished tunic of the man and reached to pull down his dark green pants revealing a hard throbbing cock.

Tasgal took it into his mouth and began to service the man.

Haiden was mortified. His heart was about to explode into a million pieces. Dread pushed down on him as he wanted to scream, to march into the room and tear both of their throats out so they would feel the same pain he was right now.

Haiden no... Screech pleaded when Haiden inched closer. He leaned on the door which gave a slight creek. His heart stopped for an instant.

"Who goes there!?" The older man shouted. "Tasgal go check!"

Tasgal jumped to his feet, his lips red and swollen. There was no one beyond the door in the corridor. He heard no footsteps or any movement. "There's no one, Master. Must've been the wind." He simply said and closed the door shut.