Words So Violable

A beginning never implies an end. But an end may sometimes imply a commencement. The beginning of agony or a victorious camaraderie - their story took it both.

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"When did Blue arrive?" Simoun excitedly asked.

"Yesterday..." Stacia answered.

The whole party was seated at the table. They were in an eerie state. Alexandrovna's seat was occupied by Blue. Silence reigned for a minute as everyone was seemingly overwhelmed. Until Sonn spoke - he was articulated, stating those words with regards to their initial and original intent of going to the nether,

"This morning, we could try to cure Jane."

"But Sonn, we must construct a brewing stand before we proceed." Said Simoun which eased their thoughts in some manner.

"Then, we must go to the village immediately and..."

"I have the guide with me, Sonn. Do not be worried." Simoun responded, at last. He stood and fetched the book from the chest - it was an antique-looking book where its cover was evidently dilapidated by time. Simoun started to skim through the book and it was boring while it lasted. The boredom and dull moment lasted until Simoun spoke, implying that he found what was it to find,

"Here! We got the blaze rods, an ample amount of stones, and that's it!" His emotion expressed a great deal of success as he stood and headed down underground for the purpose of creating the intended creation.

"Where is he going?" In prompt, Blue inquired, following Simoun to his way and leaving the three others themselves. "Brother!" He called out. Which calling made Simoun stop and wait for him to reach him.

Simoun stood still, waiting for him. He looked at him in earnest composition until the subject reached.

"Where are you going?" He asked, "May I go with you?" His face curled, begging for emphatic expression.

"I am going to the underground-basement. Did not you happen to have a chance to go there yet?"

"They did not permit me." He responded with a saddened face, trying to express pity.

"They?"

"Stacia and Noel did not permit me." And again, the facial expression remained.

"Go with me, then."

Such an unscrupulous lie could mark Stacia and Noel something. They may be called out for being a hindrance to Blue! We as prudence witnesses, however, knew the truth behind Blue's pitiful explanations and how perplexing his composure was.

Down underground, Simoun lit the torch and started to light the others hanging on the wall. Blue was evidently astonished by the manner in which the chamber was constructed - though it was not yet pronounced as finished, it made an impression of royal elegance which is contrived of heterodox, curves and designs. Again, everything was a pleasure to him - this and that was a delight to his very eyes. He indulged himself in stupidly roaming around the area in a childish manner. Though he did, Simoun stayed great and acknowledged his actions too amusing in a form of chuckles. After such moments, Simoun did not take any more time to consider such matters and watch him in fondness. Rather, he went to the laboratory and started to construct the matter, leaving Blue in his own relish.

The which he originally came for was bound to be executed. He gathered the stones and prepared the blaze rod. And after some moment, he succeeded in constructing a brewing stand with three slots where bottles are to be placed. He went out from the laboratory and to his great surprise, he saw Blue looting each chests and wearing anything he found wearable! He was so much delighted that his relish hindered him from having shame and noticing Simoun's still gaze even!

"Blue?"

"Look, Brother! I got my very armors!" He exclaimed as if what he was doing was still ethical and, so as to say, legal. He even smiled and jerked over Simoun's face and ignored to consider the fact that it was so immoral and his conduct was beyond imaginable - and, too, that Simoun appeared very displeased. He lied not a minute yet and now was he stealing?

"Please don't loot a chest without my permission." In tranquility, Simoun expressed his sentiments. He carefully stated which in a manner that it would not imply anger or indignation upon Blue. But it turned out so invalid to blue that he responded with disrespect!

"You?! You are not permitting me now?" He said such words with an air of guilt-tripping. It astonished Simoun wholly that he was too stunned and perplexed to even utter a word. As such a kind of reasoning was shocking to Simoun, he was wholly perplexed. They looked directly at one's eyes for a minute without even saying something. But such awkwardness did not last long as Simoun spoke - for he longed to speak that moment,

"It is not reasonable to steal." He retorted softly and yet respectfully and preceded the offender, that is, Blue appeared to be much offended. Blue, in pay, accounted himself in giving him a frown, seemingly insulted face and said,

"Now you are accusing me of being a thief? Is that how you treat the peers under your shoe?"

"I... I never said that..." Simoun responded, giving Blue a stern, unwell expression. Blue ran to the elevator and hushed to the main-house. He was seemingly victimized. And as he entered, he sat at the table and began to sob. He was weeping and everyone was bewildered - they did not know whether to approach him or let the matter go. Perhaps, a single soul wanted to know the matter. It became certain when Sonn approached and whilst the two glanced at the moment,

"What happened?"

"Simoun condemn-" He was stuttering in his seemingly coated grief when the door opened wide - it was Simoun.

"I did not condemn you!" Simoun declared, approaching Blue while his finger was composed, instilled by a harming expression, pointing at Blue's face. "I never did over the course of my earthly life!"

Blue stood as he was in red.

"You said I am a thief!"

"I did not become indignant by tagging you as a thief, but it was you who violated me and oppressed me with such disrespect. You must not, in any way or array, conclude that I am being too harsh. I address you upon what you do, Blue. As a cousin, I must care for you. And as a cousin, you must care for me and not be delighted by such astounding formulations. What hinders you from the intimation of asking me whether you need armor or equipment? I cannot assure, but not everything here is mine, or Sonn's."

He could barely continue. His voice was strangling and every word he uttered did so. The three remained silent, trying to justify the case.

"But you were, indeed, peeking and taking through chests without their permission." Noel suddenly pointed out which made Blue burst into madness. Blue ran outside and to the west he headed. The whole party was perplexed - so as to say, mystified. They did not do but to glance at Blue as he gradually disappeared to the golden rays of sun. He headed to the west where the desert stood and there would be, certainly, an exceedingly hot temperature.

"What happened?" Sonn asked, alluding to Simoun.

"He kept on peeking through our chest and then taking what is obviously not his, that is if he finds something wearable. It is invalid so I told him to always ask for permission and," He hardly spoke clearly, "he perceived my words too violable and invalidated it."

"It is truly invalid." Sonn added.

The whole party then decided to go in search of Blue. Sonn declared himself the one to look for Blue as he was yet in proximity to catch. While he did, Simoun was still in preoccupation and though he was, Simoun managed to go to make the ultimate necessity to cure Jane.

It was the golden apple. He managed to cover the apple with some thin layers of gold and it shines on its very outermost surface. At the very laboratory in which he came after the occurrence , he managed to present the brewing stand and it was pronounced usable for the task of making potions. He, then, laid the items and ingredients and presented them as for the potion. He needed to rush to the village to fetch himself some fermented spider eye, blessed to be also usable in the matter. Which is very foul in fragrance - that a fragment of the eye can fill the whole room in such a terror! He worked and placed the brewing stand underground and fueled it with a pulverized blaze rod and equipped it with three bottles filled with water. On the little chamber at the top of the brewing stand is where one has to place the main ingredient - there Simoun put the fermented spider eye and in sudden... everything started to work! The brewing stand magically accumulated heat as it perfectly mixed the ingredients, and it revolved until the water became gray. . . the brewing stand stopped! The substance became gray which is the superstition in which marked him a certitude that it was the right potion.

It was a significant moment for him - a victorious moment (though he did not prove it yet) and agonizing occurrence that was caused by Blue's oddity (which is odd in nature even without probation).

Noel and Stacia on the other hand helped Simoun manage the village - for as we know, they have a village to manage. Furthermore, that was and is the object of their resolution.