Who's fooling who?

Frenvír's mind was as dark as his vision. He had been blindfolded and his footwear had been removed.

He wondered why his captors felt the need to remove his boots. He had an idea, but it was not confirmed.

He felt the soft, smooth pebble on his feet that did not once pose the threat of tearing through his aching feet. They had been walking for hours on end and he did not know when or where they were headed to.

He stumbled on a slightly larger pebble and was shoved from behind. His captors did not speak a word to him which made his mind reel. They were not Dakijen or he would be in a different situation.

Now that he thought about it, everywhere was deafening silent. He wiggled his ears and noted that there was no substance blocking his hearing. Mayhap a spell? Frenvír' had no idea.

Frenvír. He wrinkled his nose slightly at the name. His body no longer felt weak and wrinkled so he figured they might have seen through his glamour and removed it. He thought about his lies, starting from his name.

His name was Felix. He had taken the name Frenvír, an Āsimati native name so as to avoid suspicion. He was still in fact an Āsimati but he was not from there. He had been in every Āsimati Village, convincing them they were the only village to exist and were on the brink of extinction. 

He started the lie of the forbidden forest and would get rid of anyone who got curious enough. Slowly, he poisoned them in order to make sure he achieved his goal.

Neither Pax nor Wara knew who he truly was nor did they know his agenda. All Pax knew was it was convinient enough for him to have been there when she found the child. 

Felix smiled slightly. In all of Pax's visions, not once had she suspected his identity. The cocky bitch would not know what hit her soon enough.

He had achieved his aim. The pure one who they had placed all hope on had been tainted. The veil would remain where it was and all of the chaos would remain where it was supposed to be.

Suddenly, he was pushed to his knees and bright light assaulted his senses. His hearing was restored and so was his sight. He squinted slightly, glaring harshly at the outline of the being in front of him. He closed his eyes when the brightness began to cause an headache.

Why was it so bright in there?

"I thought you said he was an old man? Why does he look like a youngling?" The person asked calmly, not bothered by Felix at all. Had they not heard of the term, looks could be deceiving?

After all, he was bound or so they thought.

Someone grunted, clearly unhappy about the situation but Felix kept his eyes close, refusing to open them anymore.

"He had a spell on him that changed his appearance." A gruff voice replied.

There was a slight change in air. A door closed, a lock clicked and suddenly Felix felt a foot connect with his side.

"Where is the child?" The person asked and Felix knew it was time to open his eyes.

He gazed into the Asimati's eyes that shone like crystals. A common trait of his people. In the eyes, he could see the reflection of his true self he missed so much.

His black curly hair to his smooth v-lined jaw. His thick eyebrows and black soulless eyes. His looks could make you think twice before you stared and Felix loved that so much.

He loved the fact that his eyes could make you so uncomfortable to your very soul and his interrogator felt just that.

Felix had done nothing but give them a blank stare that unnerved them to no end. Clearing their throat, they looked away and gave Felix another kick.

"Where is the child?" They asked again. Mind scrambled and feeling a great need not to look into those soulless eyes again. "I would not ask again." They grunted with another kick. 

It seemed to irk them that the person they had hit had not even moved like he was not mentally there. He just sat and stared with those eyes that itched the soul in the wrong way.

I cannot do this. The person thought to themself and turned to leave.

"You know the mistake you just made." Felix spoke in a smooth surreal tone, freezing his captor in their steps. "Never turn your back on me." His voice had gone low and bone chilling.

Without giving the person to think, Felix was on his feet and had snapped his captor's neck. Sitting on the corpse, Felix clicked his teeth and closed his eyes.

He would wait for his next victim.