The Primordial Record novel Chapter 39

Chapter 39 The Last of Me (3)

"𝘴𝘩𝘩𝘩…. 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘪𝘴𝘢… 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱… 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱. 𝘐𝘵𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭… 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨."

An emaciated boy, with white hair, walked slowly towards the village, his directions were towards the shores of the lake, he held two bundles in his hands and at every set interval they vibrated, and muffled sounds came from them.

He shivered when an intense explosion happened ahead, and was blown to the ground when the resulting shockwaves hit him, he did not wait for long before he picked himself up and began walking again.

The boy had shocking wounds running all over his body, he had deep clawing wounds as if he was mauled by a bear and his legs were bereft of any skin, just a bleeding pile of muscles and ligaments holding his bones together.

He must have been suffering an incalculable amount of pain, yet he still walks with them, and from his mouth whispers, that sounded like different people, some whispers were high-pitched, some were mellow and some were nothing but growls.

"𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺?.

𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘪𝘴𝘢… 𝘓𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵."

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘥? 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵!

𝘎𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘶𝘴…

The open wounds of the boy had stopped bleeding red, and were slowly turning yellow. Yet after a while it turned back to red.

This was not necessarily a good thing, for he would have collapsed a while back, but the yellow blood healed him enough and in so doing prolonged his suffering.

𝘎𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘶𝘴…. 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘪𝘴𝘢… 𝘛𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘮𝘦…

His eyes began to change, his brown eyes that often exude warmth and laughter began to turn yellow, and the whites of his eyes turned blood-red.

𝘎𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘴….

The bundle on his arm was the head of his mother and sister.

Steisa eyes were closed as if she was asleep, tears had dried on her face; her skin was pale.

Rose had an annoyed look on her face and her mouth was curled in a snarl, from her open mouth fragments of whispers emerged, and the boy seemed to nod along, and every so often he would shake his head in disagreement.

But his steps were sure. He goes to the lake.

𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰… 𝘴𝘰… 𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺!

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Rowan's journey back home was in a haze.

His heart was in turmoil.

He dimly heard the whispers of the people inquiring about who he was. Yet, he was too distracted to hear the reply Maeve had given them.

Rowan did not think his appearance would cause undue alarm to them, for as a Noble, he was permitted a level of eccentricity far more than regular folks.

Besides, his shell now had an appearance of armor. All he knew was that they went silent, and followed him, he could not ask for anything more.

He walked ahead of them, with Maeve was directly behind him, followed by the captain, the rest of the people and finally the last three Guardsmen.

He also peered deep into the ground, he could not afford to be careless, even though his Spirit was at its limit.

His Spirit still felt strain from the amount of power he had just slung towards the Abomination and, unlike his body, it was not recovering quickly enough, and using it in this manner was torturous.

But these were a minor concern to what plagued him. Rowan felt like a rat in a maze, he should be seeing something that had been placed in front of him, but he could not.

It was like an itch he could not scratch, and it gnawed at his mind, reminding him that he would pay a price if he ignored it for long.

What was he missing?

Well, let's return to what he knows, he woke up in a slaughterhouse with a disorganized memory, and with a special condition, his lifespan was short. He was knocked out by his father and woke up in his manor, which was shortly attacked by Abominations, and the only thing that had kept him alive was the Primordial Record.

Was this the Singularity his father spoke of? If it was, then it meant they knew or at least suspected he had it, and if that was the case, do they have an idea of the sort of power it gave him?

If they even suspected half of what the Primordial Record was capable of, there would be no way he would be left out of their sight. Does that mean he was being monitored, but by whom?

His sight swept through everyone behind him, there was a total of a hundred and seventeen people behind him, including Maeve and the Guardsmen. There were seventy-three children and youth, which included boys and girls, twelve men and twenty-seven women.

Among all these people, who was the spy? At his manor, who could he trust? And if he were to look at it on a deeper level, what information had he been fed that he took for truth but was false.

He was a stranger in this world, with a bad memory, if he was told black was white and assumed that to be the truth, every inference he drew from that point forth would be incorrect.

He would be like the fool, who sells himself and helps his buyer to count the money. He needed a source of clean information in other to take effective actions, that should be his next goal.

Trying to find a traitor among people he hardly understood was a lesson in futility, even though the princely part of him frowned at this line of thought, he would not deceive himself.