Chapter 29

"Where do you think you are now?"

He looked around. That was the best thing he could do. The Raven was still on his shoulder. He has no idea what meaning to make of them. He wished that he could understand. He was hoping that getting acquainted with the whole thing would make sense to him but it seemed more like he had been hypnotized.

He had no much ideas on hypnosis. If he didn't, be probably would figure out if he had been hypnotized or not. That was the only thing he could had done and got correctly. He needn't be told.

He was standing before the great sea of the village. From the tree he had been sitting on, he would had walked for like 2 hours before he would get them. But in just 2.5 seconds he had stepped into it as though it was like entering from one room to the other.

That seemed prettily ridiculous to him but he didn't know what to make of it. He didn't want to consider himself as the fool. He knew what he was and wouldn't let anyone define him. That would be some shitty pluses. He hated them.

He watched the lapping waves. They seemed to be pruning a jive which was familiar only to their guts. He could had loved to sing along with them but he was no longer himself. It felt as though he was a little of himself and had lost the remaining part and main parts which were the essence of the being.

He would love to dive into the arms of the sea and be embraced in a brain crushing hug by the wave but he wouldn't do that. He needed to figure out what was happening. The horizon of the sea was clear and it seemed as though one could walk on it. He hadn't learnt the act of agreeing with the waters. He could had used the walking on the water thingy.

He looked away from the water and looked behind him, there was a plain view. He didn't see the bark of the tree. There was a forest behind him. He didn't do well with figuring out what a forest look like or how it would help him get what he wanted. But there was more to it than he was thinking and expecting. Everything actually was happening too quickly.

He looked away from the tree. Before looking away, he had caught the sight of a fruit which he would love to eat. He didn't know why he was suddenly that hungry. He could had used several other feelings and reactions but that. He didn't need it at that time.

Of course not! He needed it. He should look closely. He was just transported into what looked like an illusion. He should be hungry. But not for food. For ideas on what he was doing there. He should be curious about how he got there and what he went there for.

How he got there wasn't a question actually. He could remember how he walked through the tree after several skepticism and all. He didn't need to be told what that stood for. But the second question.

He had no idea what he came there for. He shouldn't be thinking too much though but he couldn't help it. Twas a bit of what he had loved it to be. He knew that he had no power over that feeling but he could graciously tame it. If he did that twould be somewhat appealing and time would be eager to test it.

Had he been brought there to be killed. Killed? By who. He looked at his front. Like directly opposite him. Just two steps away from him. He didn't know what to think.

The Nymph was standing. When did she get there? What was she doing there? Was she the one who had been talking in the tree all along? Could Nymphs really live in the trees? How crazy that was and sounded.

He looked down the lady, he was yet to get answers to his questions and was yet drenched in curiosity. He hoped that he would be sane. He really hoped that he would be.

As he looked down her, he noticed a change in her stomach. They seemed to be protruding and somewhat increasing. He had no idea why. Probably they Nymph had some spiritual voodoo up her sleeves. He couldn't so sure. He didn't know if he should pretend that he knew what was happening or not. He wasn't so skilled in pretense. If he tried it out, twould be more of a faker skin.

At the feet of the lady was the helmet of the great Jin which he had kept with the crazy bard who had denied seeing it. He had thought of what to do to the man in the first place but was the helmet really there before him? He didn't know what was happening.

He wanted to make an ocean of questions. One greater and larger than the one they were standing before. Then he would pick her up and throw her into ocean, after seeing a locks of very super large Mills around her neck. The he would watch he drown in the ocean of the questions. And whether she would be back to answer, that pricked no duty. The questions would have their ways.

He didn't know what to start with. The lady was looking at him. Her gaze was fiery and her eyes lit and brighter than he used to know. She looks fairer and prettier. Her lips seemed to had been refined again and again. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to feel what her lips would taste like at that moment. He didn't know what to say about that. He had no idea what to say about it to his Instinct. Whether to try it out or not.

He was quite sure that if he did propose it to the lady, she would be more than willing to have his back. She would leap on him and taunt him mercilessly. He couldn't arrive at a conclusion with the instinct. He wished he could. He didn't want to force it. Be didn't want to did what he would live to regret. There was no point in taking such chances. All he could do was look at her.