"There was no other way it could be done, Serisvellis." Morgarial said.
"Do you still recall Votscher?" Serisvellis asked. It was darkness, he was nowhere to be seen in such fading dark, yet, there were glowing; white eyes.
"The Führer of Erynxia? I haven't met him for a while." Replied Morgarial. "But… oh."
Tscectlebültemürßesrendaiyünk., !ab-dünesō…,!
"C'mon, we could do this later-"
"There is no such thing as 'later' or so." replied Morgarial.
"You do realise I'm the CREATOR. Creator of this all, and-"
"Yes I do realise."
"Eh."
"Well, so." —
"You do know what is happening to them right now. They will forget whatever they have lived through, don't you know that too?"
"Shut up."
"The audacity… well though, are you really going to do this again?"
"Yes. And now, I will take my leave."
"Tsk. Vaßteldüko? Burmeno tweil-sa' ü bekmerkëichkensüchter? Twiso bulems'-ßuster. Wardik, prātyüsha nüeko?"
"Neickerlich. Hobbo den synönüe balmit süeko."
And far from them were Finn and Morn; suffering in the storm they had walked into.
Looking at them, Morgarial said:
"Welcome back, our Morn and Finn. All you need is those bastards again."
1: 1891-3, 38 ESTEBER
"Finn? Where are you Finn?"
"HERE! MOM!"
"AHH! CAUGHT YOU!!!"
DING! DING!
"Huh? Who's this early-?"
"Colonel Morcenstein. Hebrew's old friend." A voice of someone elderly appeared, this was the first thing Finn and Morn could remember of. "Wars and wars, I hate them. I don't think Hebrew will deny, he's an Alchemist after all. Okay, maybe he knows a bit about sorcery too: but this world is of science and all, why would one bother about magic and sorcery after all."
"Granny… you should sleep… you're going off topic again. I will see him!" It was a young voice, a voice most familiar to them, the young lads: Finn and Morn.
"Ah! Take care, Ernia!"
"Thanks, Granny Albestia!
Tsk! Sucks to be in this period of war. When will this overthinking disease of mine end? Well, I think we should go back, we live in the same neighbourhood after all!
"AH, SIR COLONEL MORCEN! COME IN! WE HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU!" Said Ernia.
It was Colonel Morcenstein. He wore a blue trench-coat. With golden linings on the ends of his sleeves and the ending of his trench coat, with a golden chain on the left of his shoulder, going from the under of his armpit. There was a single, horizontal golden line on his
"Thanks, Madam. Where is Sir Hebrew, may I ask?"
"Oh, he! He's coming right away—"
"HONEY!" — "YEAH?!" — "COME DOWNSTAIRS!"
"It's just gonna be a little more time till he comes downstairs! Would you like a cup of tea?"
"Thanks for the offer, Madam: but I can't, it's an emergency for us. You know, the war against the Seoulborneth kingdom, and the Heißer War."
"Ahh! I understand, what about the Highnners?"
"As always, it's extremely tough for us to compete against them: but we are winning, the war will be over shortly."
"THANK GOD! I thought they would also capture South-East Erynxia!"
"We are winning against them, since Mercine Von Highnner has already been declared dead, it's easy for us to defeat them. He was such a pain! Handling the whole world against him. I still can't understand why the First Minister, Führer Votschill couldn't do anything against him?"
"Well, at least; Highnner is dead: or we would have been! How's the new Führer doing? What was his name—it was like… uh… Voßer-?"
"Votscher Vrigardiar."
"Oh, yeah! Him! How's he doing?"
"Good, I suppose. He did declare a war against the Sentarians and Osternians, two major tribes that exist in Seoulborneth and Erynxia. He wants them dead, since they were… pretty that type. You understand what I'm saying?"
"Yeah… those children, they didn't deserve that!"
"Yeah, they didn't deserve anything like that at all!"
"Who would even eat kids?"
"You military officials have to go through this everyday… don't you?"
"Well… (tsk) yes." replied Morcen.
"HELLO, COLONEL MORCEN!" burst Hebrew while rushing through the stairs.
"OH, HEY! HOW ARE YOU DOING, GENERAL HEBREW!"
"Pretty fine, if you ask me. What about you?"
"Same here, fortunately."
"I'm really suspicious of that 'fortunately'."
"Sure you are." smirked Morcen.
Hebrew wore a pale-brown blazer with white shirt, and black pants with a six-sided spectacle.
Waving hands, Hebrew rushed towards the door, while his wife gave him side to go through.
"Long time no see! And-" Hebrew's eyes lingered on someone with Morcen.
"Brigadier Nyxlia-?"
"Grand General Nyxlia Jeskernyt Sylverost. To be precise."
She wore a plain white shirt, with a black short blazer, ending like a super cropped capelet-jacket. For her sleeves, she had a tightened space right before her wrist; with her sleeve-on-end being loose and curved. And the shirt area before the tightened was also loose, forming big and little puffs on both of her hands. The sleeves were longer than her hands, she would be fixing them all day: just to not wear anything else.
Someone once asked her why she wore the same dress everyday. Do you know what she replied? "I like it." and to that, the stranger replied: "Pretty masculine, I suppose."
She had a long tie, WHICH WAS BLACK TOO! With another small bow tie on the collars. The collars had small grey stripes, which could easily be felt. The tie had a red stone in the middle.
Her blazer reached just before the middle of her skirts or knees, making it look like a really short cape, and to that; her blazer only covered half of her arms, making it look like a half t-shirt; yet it too had curls. Her skirt was black, it reached just a little before her feet, and the rest was covered with a black clothes, which were long socks. She wore black boots, with grey stripes in the front; making three curved lines.
The only other thing white than her shirt was she. Of course she wasn't black! But she did have very long and black hair, with black eyes of course.
"Oh, so why is the 'grand general' here to meet me? Hmm… I wonder why." Hebrew asked, adjusting his glasses.
"That retard brought me here, anyway, hi."
"I see, good luck."
"Good luck for what?"
"If I knew myself; I wouldn't have said it."
"Hm… I see."
"Anyway, let's get going."
"Alright, alright, alright." Hebrew nodded.
"Nope, not me, not today." said Nyxlia, "I have some 'meetings' to attend. I don't even want to, but the ministers are gonna kill me."
"Sad life." said Hebrew sarcastically. "Are you gonna wear this to that 'formal' meeting? Votscher is gonna kill you for this."
"Nah; he's a chill man." interrupted Morcen.
"Why are you interrupting though?" asked Hebrew.
"Because I'm a military official-?"
"I swear I have nothing to do with him at all!"
"I see-"
"Was that necessary to add?" said Morcen.
"What do you mean 'necessary'? Nevermind I've seen too much."
He walked through them, rubbing his eyes as if he saw some another Alabama case. Which, according to his knowledge, wasn't wrong. If only spending his very occasional time with his kids and wife had given him more than three alive brain cells.
What are the odds of this happening? Thought Hebrew.
'HOLD UP! YOU GOT IT WRONG!" Morcen tried explaining. Holding him (Hebrew) from his (Morcen) shoulders; trying to stop him.
"Such a pain-"
RING! RING! RING! RING! RING! RING!
A voice started ringing from Morcen's right pocket, vibrating hardly, — "AH!' laughed Morcen while rushing his hand to his pocket, it looked like it was tickling him — but unsure to that; Nyxlia slightly raised her eyebrows, tightening them. While Hebrew asked, his voice a little low: "Did it tickle?"
Answering to that, Morcen said while laughing: "YES! AHH-"
He couldn't bear it, it looked.
Finally after he grabbed it and took it out of his, he got some relief. "These phones tickle too hard! The military should get us new ones."
"A phone? Hah. you scared me." said Nyxlia, rubbing her eyes. "I seriously need my glasses. But damn it, I forgot them!"
"Hah. Take mine, then." said Hebrew, grabbing his spectacles from the middle. And with a blow of air from his mouth, he raised his hand towards Nyxlia to hand her his spectacles.
She grabbed them by the right stick attached to the glasses, and put them on. The glasses were crystal clear, shining green on the edges, and even reflecting Hebrew's face.
"Crystal clear glasses, I see." she said.
"Crystal clear indeed." replied Hebrew.
While this was happening, the phone was still ringing in Morcen's hands.
The phone was pale brown in color, with a medium-sized and thin antenna, with a small red-square on the top. It had a rectangle filled with very tiny holes on the top of the box just next to the antenna on the rectangular box, or "phone." There was a large circle in the top of the front side of the box. It was a radar. Below it, were numbers from one-to-nine with a zero. And a small box which could be moved upside or downside. And five buttons: all these just next vertically to the radar on the right side, the first one was 'accept', and the second was 'reject', the third was 'call', the forth was 'cut' and the fifth one had a "M" symbol on it.
Morcen clicked "accept" while rushing, he looked toward Nyxlia and Hebrew, and put a finger on his mouth. He looked back to the phone and said: "Colonel Morcen on the line, what's the matter."
An old and thick voice came from the box, it said: "The army of the Highnners are marching towards south-east Erynxia, your town is the first to be eradicated. Please evacuate everyone. You have thirteen minutes."