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He open the first page and found impossible to be read, there were no letter, drawings, characters but instead empty black pages with singular white rectangle in the center.

“What is this?” he said while turning the next page, this one was identical except the rectangle was replace with white shepherd, the next one was triangle, then a square, trapezoid and many other irregular forms.

“There magic aliments, sort like suspension cable between our dimension and the dimension were this magic manifest itself. What you see before your eyes, is only a fragment. For the entire magic to reveal it self you must reveal it self to it and it shall judge you.” Najila’s wisdom entangle him.

“When can I “reveal myself to magic” then? he asked with air of curiosity.

“Now.” she said placing a kiss in his check and he felt into a deep trance. His body lay rigid and firm, as if rooted to the ground.

And as the world became nothing else but a small island floating in the vast sea of eternity, Brenno could here them talk. Countless voice, none of them of the nature of the universe. And as the Voices creep closer they became louder, impossible to be tell from one to another, but obviously legions of them.

“Lessen I we allowed your voices to be heard, but now I need silence.”

Being treated like as form of life was not what the Voices expected, confuse and intrigued with the knowledge and offered Brenno sat for them, they came to a definitive point retrieving themselves within the deepest rages of his on mind.

And as vast silence conquered his mind, he felt the universe talking, but he could make nothing of it. As he concentrated deeper, he could make out one or two words, must of it sounds like static.

“And you are?” said voice that was neither the Voices nor the universe.
His entire being shocked with terror, who and what was this voice?

“Your searching but you don’t even know for what. The youth of today as to many question to other, themselves and us, but they never wait for answer.”

And from thin air Brenno saw the voice manifest itself; a hooded figure with skeleton hands.

“I just can take this, the universe won’t speak to you until you speak with them.” he pointed one cold finger at force behind Brenno. As he shook in fear.

As he slowly turned the unshaped force broke apart taken the form older man, blood stained armor with thick mustache and cold blue eyes.

“You killed her! You demon child, you poison Marietta!” said the man in a loud voice, as another part broke off and formed a younger man with simple vestment; brown silk shirt and equally color pants.

“I detest being the brother of an abomination. I rather burn the eternal fires of Hell, then share my blood with yours.” his voice was soft and sharp much of the likes of hot knife.

And at this words Brenno lost grip in all around him, just as another part broke off. This one formed a woman with long brown hair all them share the similar cold blue eyes. She wore a female version of the older man armor.

“Your still alive monster? Has no hunter been able to killed you? Ha, what shame you make a fine trophy only worth of those brave enough to see such monstrosity without being hunted in there dreams. If I wore you I killed myself.” she said breaking into a high pitch laughter.

“And that why I snapped your neck.” he said with a second dough.

Then legions of armor warriors broke off none of them were of any importance, aside from a young boy what a face too afraid to even hold a sword, he was terrified.

Brenno walked between the apparitions and knees next to the boy.

“Sad.” he said shacking his head back in fort. “I killed you in a bloodlust, I have no recollection of who you are and why you fought me.”

The boy try to calmed down. “Y-you k-killed my m-mm-mom.” he said with difficulty.

“I see, a shame. What is your name?” he asked the boy.

“A-A-Aenthan, w-why?” Aenthan was not neither afraid or scare, as Brenno originally thought. He was blind and stuttered.

“Can I asked a favor Aenthan?”

“A-a-any S-S-sir.” he smiled reaching a hand to touch Brenno’s, who flinch no one, blind or deaf would want to know a monster like him, not someone he killed. However Aenthan continued his searched for Brenno’s body touching his wings, his powerful jaw, and his face.

“Y-y-you h-h-have a-a-a lot o-o-of s-s-sorrow-w, w-w-why?
Shock be Aenthan revelation, Brenno felt alien in his own head.

“This boy he is more honest to himself then you been in thirty-five years of your life as paranormal.” add Brother Oblivion.