(Seven commanders of the Ring. That is the title of my novel. A story about the commander, who started from nothing, and became the most powerful commander of Rimora, Daniel Wesker.)
He continued his thoughts.
(It is incomplete unfortunately…but the main question is….how are WE in here?!?)
As John Morgot's questions and thoughts rushed through his mind, he heard a thud to the other side of the wall. The wall where his story's main protagonist was. He heard a person who was talking about Daniel Wesker's ceremony earlier. Due to the wall, the voices were blurred…but were audible enough to understand.
"Daniel? You alright man?"
Another voice joined in. A high breathing sound was also audible.
"Yeah Daniel…you seem a little frightened. You saw a bad dream or something?"
After an awkward silence, a voice replied to both of them.
"Where am I??"
One of them, which had a slightly childish voice replied to him.
"You are at the Rom's mansion…?"
Daniel Wesker closed his eyes and opened them with a long sigh. And his eyes twitched as he rolled them to study the room.
The room was quite different and lively from that of John's. It had all sorts of requirements. A wardrobe with designs of fish on it stood just in front of a bed with a gold-colored blanket lying in an untidy manner. Next to the bed of the window with the sunshine passing through it entering the room. The bed was stick horizontally to the wall other side of where John's room was.
Next to the bed, at a distance, was a door for the entry and exit. After studying his room, he looked at the people talking to him.
One was a person with a childish look on his face with a small nervous smile growing bigger. He wore something similar to Alison Veron except for the monocle. The suits they wore looked like a uniform to Daniel Wesker. His green colored hair looked shiny under the sunlight entering through the window. He, supposedly, was the sixth commander, Charles Carlson.
Standing next to him, a taller person with more mature look on his face. He also wore the uniform like suit with a small clock fitted outside the neatly sewed suit. His beard and moustache both were tidy and well-mannered. He wore black colored thinly sewed gloves. They weren't created for even a slight protection from the cold. This well-mannered person was the fifth commander, Adam H. Kennedy.
Daniel Wesker then rubbed his hands against each other and placed them on his face to calm him down with the heat. As he removed the hands from his face, he saw he wore the same suit as them.
"Oh…"
A break and he continued.
"I guess I over reacted…It is just you guys."
To cut the awkwardness, Charles Carlson clapped his hands twice while walking towards Daniel Wesker.
"Hey…its okay. You must be pretty nervous right?? You are the descendent of late Mr. Klaus. The former seventh commander. And now you are the next seventh commander. It is stressful…I understand, trust me!"
Daniel Wesker nodded before turning around and walking towards the door to open it.
"Yeah…Thank you, Mr. Carlson."
Daniel Wesker opened the door and walked towards the room where John Morgot, Alison Veron, Sydney Cruiser, and another man were.
He saw the broken door of the other room and walked upto it. His hands were at his back just above his belt area, it was his style of walking. Charles Carlson and Adam Kennedy followed him quietly.
As he entered the room, his eyes froze at the sight of two suspiciously dressed teenagers. Charles and Adam's eyebrows raised as they saw them.
Back of his mouth slightly twitched as he saw them.
"And who are they…Mr. Veron??"