50 CHAPTER 49 (1/2)
The blaze
Many thoughts clouded his consciousness as he waited for the ticking hands of time, which strokes its pattern in an endless orbit. The tick-tock rhythm had long turned to a lullaby of Odysseus thoughts. Sleep was difficult, and until he had stroked his brow and felt the fluid, he never realized that he was sweating, a contrast to the dropping temperature.
He was staring at the ceiling but not actually seeing it. King Zack storms city Candanian and in few days he would invade the Heroes city. Matt felt the touch of fear as he flashed back on Leonard's words. Maybe Zack wouldn't seize control, maybe he wouldn't destroy the city, and maybe his reign would be the best in Anadan. Or maybe I'm just trying to believe my own lie. Matt sighed. This Zack had claimed he was in for the greater good, but from what Raz and the others had shown them, they had seen the wreck Zack's policy produced. They had seen more to believe that the devil would return to his place in paradise.
Matt's eyes compliantly went back to the small table clock; he had been waiting patiently for it, now it says 8:45pm.
Finally, the time he was waiting for.
He stood up from the bed and walked towards the table. He had not gone to bed in his pajamas and was fully dressed in black pants and T-shirt. He slides the little pocket knife that was resting on the table, into a space in his boot and picked up his H-board. He was determined to know what was going on with the world, and if the answers lie with the meeting between the school staffs and the inquisitor, he would eavesdrop no matter how dangerous it seem.
Matt activated his H-Board and slides open the pane of the window. The air in the academy was cold and harsh and the lights that line the whole place, made the night look like the stars in the galaxy. It glitters like the spark of light in water and stretches out the whole place, as far as any eye could see. It was beautiful.
Matt jumped into his H-Board and soared to the direction of Donald's fountain, which was north-east from the Grays' block. Until then, he never realized how much he missed racing. The last race he'd had was a year old, and even though it had been a spectacular one, he wished he could steer back the hands of time to those moments when they were still kids. Those days when they would soar in their board with neck breaking speed. Those days when every dangerous stunt was possible. Those days with Jeff.
The thought of Jeff brought Matt back to reality. Today was the last day, just a few hours away; he would see Jeff and Ema by day time. Hopefully.
Matt deactivated his H-board and jumped down gracefully. He had approached the Tulips tree, which was some steps away from the fountain, sitting in the middle of the compound of the teachers' block. Better to stay in the shadows. He said to himself as he observed the cold night.
There were no guards visible enough for his eyes to pick out in the dim light of the moon. The building ahead was mainly for emergency meetings and gatherings, so it rarely harbors anyone. The cricket was singing somewhere in the garden and its song made Matt to remember a poem he heard when he was still tender.
Sitting in the dark I sing to myself