TO CUT A TURNING TAIL

12). IMPARTING EXPEREINCES: I

Hey, sorry but this chapter is going to be pretty long. like, at least 4000 words. I know this might hurt your eyes and make you drown in that adrenaline rush so I have kept these markings **** at places for you to get the idea that now I can take a break. Just kidding, I have divided it into two parts ugh!

On, off, on, off, on, off. Jon is sitting meters in front of a customized bulb, constantly blinking his eyes as he lies on his sofa cum bed.

Apparently, as he stops blinking his eyes, even the light stops twinkling. He finally brings out a tablet from the slab behind his sofa and starts listening to Primus's notes. In Kamaya's voice, the first note begins:

"Hey, don't you remember about this! We were taught about this in school!", Primus's voice continues, "Jon, I guess you forgot about it, but it's fine. It was tough for you to concentrate anyway." Was that a diss?! thinks Jon. Whatever, he continues listening.

"But, continuing! Jon, I won't be able to dictate the entire incident here as I myself have bare knowledge of what exactly happened".

Before Kamaya can start, Jon rushes to the counter and picks out a butter slip which has a weird robotic design, blue and grey as it is.

A voice rings in his ears, a memory memory is, it's his grandfather's voice, "when the twelve curses were performed, the fright that was instilled into the hearts of the dying humans gave birth to the fear caged inside of us all.

And now, it has been caged to us. It is said that the cave where the sacrifices were performed is the abstract of the illusion or the place where we all connect now, where our fears dwell. Ikshana is considered to be the eye of the god which harbors you to your biggest fears and asks you to fight them.

Unfortunately, since we do not have any fears that a human once held, Shridgaar represents all our trivial fears and cages them. It is inevitable to be defeated. But there are ways to suppress it."

Primus's voice returns, "Ok, buddy. Think of it as a virus that needs to be buggered. Basically, it's all an illusion, consider it a gift or not, I can't say, but in a sense, it is both. It'll fight you till you enter the second phase; it'll fight you till you reach a stage where you are self-sufficient. It will develop your instincts and brace you up. So this is the positive side of fighting it, the negative is.... that it is quite powerful. And I can't say much, but just in case, there are a few notes. From your peers. Get them".

Next, Kamaya's voice comes, he is tired and gasping constantly as his voice runs, "Hey Jon, I hope you're doing fine and fun! I can't say much, besides the fact that you need your inner strength to fight. It's like the term....video game. You fight in your head or something.

I mean, you keep up with it, what you had been taught was this only, it's a fight, you just need to suppress the opponent. So, I hope you do the same".

Next, Larriel's notes come in, "Jon, I don't know much just like everyone else. But, just like everyone else, I'd say this, I think you just need to suppress the voice somehow, like......."

Water is dripping all around, Larriel is standing awestruck, next to a colossal sleepy organism. The organism shrinks and forms itself into a human form. But a heavy dress gets wrapped around it. Long scarfs of several colors, vibrant and dull, wrap around the figure's body. Creating a covert form.

Of what Larriel can perceive, this figure is a male. As attractive as his appearance may appear, a pink and blue scarf wraps around the border of his eyelashes and makes a mask-like shape. Colors of different kinds encircle the rest of his body. Red, green, pink, and other colors form slots and loosely cover the top of his body.

The attire is loose, and the scarves still take a unique approach to dangling in the air from time to time. The remainder runs down his neck and so on. The scarfs/clothing strips that hang from his waist cover the legs. And ultimately, a few more waving flag-like debris wrap around his ankles to make shoes in a sense.

His eyelids are still closed voluntarily, and his brows express both stress and peace. Similar lethal scarfs that are available in the colors of black and white flow from his brow and down to his name, in a sense they cover his forehead and look like hair, making perm bangs and a mullet.

If you think vividly, he looks like a celebrity from Met Gala with heavy multi-colored dressing. the stripped tribal abstract that a few ramp walk dresses give. Finally, he opens his eyes, sea-green just like Larriel's.

For a minute, Larriel feels a tense sensation and nearly triples, however, she regains the energy and focuses on subsiding the monstrosity. She is constantly tapping her feet in fear and her eyes are closed as well. Finally, she opens them and stares right into her opponents' eye, the tattoo mark forms at the back of her dress like spray paint.

The area around the words has a smear of grey to it. She waits for her opponent to open its eyes, but nothing. Instead, more debris starts forming below his eyelids, appearing like glittery makeup. The clothes stretch below his eyes and they finally open, they have black polka dots covering around a normal green iris, each.

"We fought for as long as one knows, it was a bloody powerful thing. I still get anxious thinking about that part. but ultimately I had no other option but to use.....".

She is rugged in blood and wheezing. The figure in front of her is standing like a king from the past, extending his chest in victory, his eyes closed yet again. Larriel focuses on her eyes and calms herself down.

She innocently brings her hands into the air, the head of the opponent tilts in her direction, he comes to lunge his fist at her again, but she runs away from it and jogging behind, she continues walking, she closes as well now.

"By that time, I at least understood this much, it just excels in strength, other than that, we're the same in almost all attributes. Except for the fact that I have another benefit."

She walks backward at her best speed whilst bringing her hands into the air, she brings out her middle and index fingers of both hands and rotates them in the air. After this, she closes her eyes and tries to rotate her fingers in wavy patterns,

"I used it! Thankfully it made me use it for once! I can't use it on a normal person after all! Any trick can be used but not this. But then I sought the hints begged me to use it", her voice starts breaking down, "Jean never gave me even the slightest of talk about any such experience as if I have to learn the path on my own."

She rotates those fingers in wavy patterns as if rotating them at a one-eighty degree. This represents her making an oval and semi-circle around it, overall, the oval represents the body of the spider and the semi-circles: the limbs. Then she brings the fingers together and holds them slanting to each other.

She spells the word, "conclusion", the moles below her eyes turn radiating black in color and the grin below the gazing green eyes express her triumph. Freckles abruptly appear on her face, they look somewhat like patches, they are red in color. She falls to the ground.

"When I opened my eyes, my aunt Jean was standing next to me. She just smiled. But I felt there was a frown on her face. But, whatever, I just had to tell you this one.