Chapter 5 - The crying boy (Part 3)

´´-Why did you laugh? Isn't that it?´´ A certain curiosity appeared on his small face. Miguel just nodded concisely. The path to the small reddish tents continued as expected. the cicadas emitted an inhospitable chirp that seemed to have no end, I suppose it was already winter because of them, the man quickly deduced that he was walking a little faster than normal, of course the noise of the cicadas was small compared to the complaints and babbling from the child next to him. The tents were soon ready in front of them.

A still street of tiled bricks took over the ground that was previously dust, sand and some stones. They were in a square format which gave him a feeling of nostalgia, as they reminded him of cities he visited as a child and because they were so old, the architecture still remained standing, almost like an old, legendary warrior who refuses to give in. to the new. They were worn and around them some orderly poles stood at least 5 meters from each one, lighting that late afternoon in a sublime way.

Trees took over the entire small village, because the tents were so arranged between each other it gave him the feeling of having already been in this place, strangely this feeling became more evident because of what he saw a few meters in front of him. Kalebe observed his surroundings with sublime familiarity as if he had already seen such a scene dozens of times.

A few meters away from them, in a strange center of gray and old stone stood a statue of a man, or rather said to be. he had two pairs of wings on his waist and back, his hair was black as night and his face, although made of marble, exuded a sharp and perceptive look, Miguel could not help but feel a strange familiarity with that being, who is very much appreciated as a angel.

His thoughts turned to the little one.´ ´´-What do you know about that statue?´´ his index finger showed to her. The child then looked at him and thought for a few seconds that were excruciating for the man and his latent curiosity. "Not much is known about them. The adults say two things... they say that an unknown woman spread these statues throughout the continent so that everyone would know what her beloved looked like and so that he would not be forgotten.´´ the child stopped for a few seconds and seemed to think carefully about what to say. and with a seriousness that I never thought she could demonstrate. ´´-Most said this is the appearance of a demon or worse evil.´´

Such information, whatever it was, was enough for him. Both approached the statue. She strangely held a small black pad with white words on it. Being flooded with so much information just made his brain not stop for a second, whatever the hypothesis, he recognized what was written on that block, or better said, it wasn't a block but rather a kind of photograph of a computer screen with a white background . the brat's voice sounded through my right eardrum. ´´-No one has ever been able to understand what is written here.´´ with a certain regret in his voice.

There was no mistake, those words were my language... It was Brazilian Portuguese. What moved Migel the most was the way it was written in email format, the sender was the same as before. at the top of the plate was at the beginning in the preface... Standish. No matter how the fuck it was intertwined with that message but it was something real, it was in front of you right now, posted almost like a window into the past. His words were clear as glass.

And he said...

Standish

The Dead man was placed in a finite plantation, it glowed in a light shade of light and a complete and calm gold. He recognized himself as the wheat of his world, a brief hope ended in his deep soul, he was mistaken that it was not wheat or any type of plant that he knew, but something new.

The lights in the sky twinkled and made everything even more mysterious and enigmatic than it already was, if that was possible. Only the feeling of being absorbed in a place that wasn't his place took him over, he felt lost and confused, there it is, confusion was the word of that moment.

As this was happening, everything that happened a few hours ago was now printed there in words that only he apparently understood, whoever Standish was knew that this would happen to him, knew that he would die and go to another world, He knew everything, even the encounter with the familiar-looking creature. The feeling of not having had any chance in all of this and that in the end there would be no free will was strong and agonizing. He felt like in a novel or story, everything he ever did at the end was just lines of dialogue and words interposed one after another where someone read it. Such a feeling caused his mind to spin uncontrollably… he felt self-absorbed.

He continued to read even though the distressing feelings that preyed on him, he read about the encounter with the boy, everything they both said and acted on were written in words and more words. He seriously wondered if he should tell the child about this... It's not a terrible thing for someone so young to know.

The feeling of being destroyed inside that his actions were unfounded and somehow false killed him again. He leafed through all the words then with his depression of grief, reading what he did and said.

at this moment he felt a certain resentment towards this Standish, whoever he was. The words continued until he read about the statue and the process of investigating it. The strangest thing was that the text didn't end there in the present, in what he was doing there was only 1 more paragraph, which was even more strange and distressing. He read it in complete silence.

´´-are you okay?´´ asked the young boy, worried, who was squeezing the coffee-black coat he was wearing. A feeling of awe and fear was evident on Miguel's face although Kalebe didn't see him, if that was even his name. With regret the words left the Man's mouth.´ ´-On the way here... you didn't seem a little afraid of Garvoar, did you brat?´´

The ´´boy´´ reacted in an unexpected and unsympathetic way for just a normal child. although some of her actions were strange, he would never think about what was happening at that moment, it was something unthinkable. ´´-Yes...yes we were lucky.´´ A stutter followed by a curious laugh. ´´-Yes we did, didn't we?´ Then the Man finished preparing himself for what was about to happen, he expressed all his remaining strength, they were few but he gathered something he didn't even know he had in his knees about to to give in to fear and dread.

The words he read in the last paragraph of the tablet were terrifying as it narrated his brief future and the situation.

Everything happened in a certain common and routine way, he read the brief words in an alarming and satiating way, he was hungry to know what was happening. It wasn't enough for a few seconds for reading to become the most distressing fear that ever passed. He was not at all familiar with the unknown, in monsters or demons, he had read briefly about them, but now, although he didn't know, he was faced with one.

His reading was interrupted by just something unexpected. with remarkable speed blood flooded his mouth his numb tongue forced him to spit it out and as he spit out at least 2 liters of blood in just seconds he felt a lustful numbness in his chest above his heart. He looked down only to see a blinding black tentacle pierce through him. He felt his eyes relax as did his mind, they sagged and closed, then his mind shut down. He was dead. LOOK BACK IMMEDIATELY.

Despite the fear of what would happen, he managed to say it, despite his courage and words escaping him. ´´-Let's cut the bullshit... You're Garvoar!´´ he stated with complete fear of turning around. he felt a slight distressing shiver on the back of his neck at the same moment he uttered the words. The back of his neck was cold and he immediately smelled a terrible odor that reminded him of decomposing dead fish, how could he not recognize it, it smelled like my father who had just arrived from work tired and exhausted but also with a happy smile on his face.

His eyes watered a little at the smell, goosebumps ensued.

´An old and hoarse voice penetrated my ears, it was very loud and he was whispering in my ear. The fear was infinite for me. ´´-Exactly old.´´