315 Different colours (1/2)

Looking around this vast room, Abi silently walked towards the window. She remembered what Zeke had told her - that she must prepare herself mentally for their upcoming journey. Was she prepared? What kind of things were waiting for them on this journey they were about to embark?

Abi couldn't help but feel nervous but she was determined. She had to bring Alex back even if it killed her. Her eyes glimmered with hope and strong determination and willpower before she closed them in an effort to train herself. She took a deep breath and directed all her focus to her sense of hearing. And before she knew it, there it was… she started to hear voices… the sound of the wind and the chirping of birds… the creaks and swivels of doors and even footsteps… her world was suddenly filled with nothing but a myriad of different sounds.

…

Inside the study room.

Alex explained to Zeke the feelings he felt just before he fell off the roof. Zeke listened carefully to his story and when Alex finished, Zeke just nodded.

Zeke told Alex his thoughts on the matter. He told Alex that he thought that he might be in more danger now and that they had to quickly find these witches. Specifically, they needed to find their queen, the most powerful witch of them all because she was the only one that could answer their questions, the only one that could find out the truth about what was going on with him. However, Zeke didn't tell Alex about his latest theory - that he might be dying.

Alex obviously had some doubts from the way Alex looked at Zeke, but Zeke didn't care. The most important thing was that he agreed to go on this journey with Abigail.

After showing Alex his plans, he looked up at the man and asked, ”any questions?”

Alex, who was sitting like a boss with one long leg folded over the other as he rested his face on his knuckles, looked back at him with a serious gaze.

”Do you know where he is? My Abigail's husband?” he questioned.

Zeke: ”. . .”

Great. Just f*king great! He had spent all this time talking about his plans because their actions needed to be precise and quick and well thought out but did this man even listen to a single word he said?!

Was he f*king serious right now?! Zeke was so frustrated! There were far more important things to be talking about than the whereabouts of Abigail's husband was…

Sigh… Zeke could only sigh like a father who had an inattentive son, one that he might be angry at, but still loved deep down.

However…

”Who said it's over? I want you to find out if that man is still alive, Zeke,” he ordered, making Zeke fall speechless.

”And if he's still alive? Then what?”