Chapter Three - In Shadows of Scarring Memories

 A World without Misery (Interitus 1: Book 0) 

            Chapter Three – In Shadows of Scarring Memories

 

“We need to head north,” Hatasuko muttered in his sleep.

            The sound of his own voice startled him from slumber. His eyes slowly fell open to the world of endless starlight, revealing a wide river which glistened in the pulsing light. Hatasuko took a moment to remember his location, but he quickly realized that he was sitting in the front seat of a sail-rana. The boat drifted quickly with the current as the river flowed east, though they kept their sails folded; the wind flowed northwest as usual. Hatasuko glanced up and saw Lazaro’s boat slightly ahead of his, though Lazaro could still hear him over the splash of the river. Vaida was half-asleep in the seat behind Hatasuko. She covered her face with her dark hair, hiding her eyes from the pulsing starlight.

            Lazaro said from a short distance, “We already are, remember? Lumipyla is north of the river. Pretty sure we’ll have to steer to shore in just a couple minutes, so it’s a good thing you’re up.”

            “No, that’s not what I meant. We have to go to the Catena Islands. An Interfectus is going to attack there,” Hatasuko explained.

            As soon as she heard the word Interfectus, Vaida perked her head up from the backseat. Her eyes looked bloodshot and tired, but she fought against her exhaustion and straightened out her back. She threw her hands behind her head, unleashed a powerful stretch, and let out a quiet, high-pitched groan.

            “And how the hell would you know something like that? Chasing the Interfecti is damn near impossible. It’s an ugly game of statistics; I almost always miss an attack. I go to the wrong place, or it attacks when I don’t expect. I’m not gonna listen to some crazy kid’s hunch,” Lazaro retorted.

            After he finished speaking, Lazaro pulled out an oar and dipped it into the river on the right side. He flexed his powerful arms, pushed the oar backward, and spun his boat so that it drifted toward the left bank. Hatasuko did the same thing with his own oar, which had been sitting on the floor beneath a small pile of colorful fruit. In less than a minute, both sail-ranae reached the northern shore of the river. Lazaro, Vaida, and Hatasuko then piled out onto the wet dirt of the green meadow.

            “I was hoping I would have more time to explain. You see, I always know when and where the Interfectus will attack. I can hear the screams of their victims in my head. I know this sounds ridiculous, but you have to trust me on this,” Hatasuko explained.

            “You kids have the wildest imaginations. Let’s just get moving. We can talk about it on the way,” Lazaro grumbled as he pushed his boat up the riverbank’s slope.

            “I’m not really a kid, Lazaro.”

            “Yeah, well, you’re not really a man, either.”

            Hatasuko sighed and tried to do the same thing with his sail-rana, but he struggled to roll the boat up the slope. The wheels on its underside slightly sank into the wet dirt. Despite her fatigue, Vaida ran up to his side and helped him push the boat until they reached the flat meadow.

            “As I’m sure you know, the winds in Agrideī almost always blow northwest. Because the wind’s usually very strong, I made a vehicle to take advantage of it,” Lazaro explained.

            Though the sail-rana stayed motionless on the hard ground, Lazaro climbed back into his seat and let out a quiet sigh. He reached over to the mast at the forefront of his ship, and then he unfolded it so that the sails caught the wind. As soon as this happened, the sail-rana started moving due north, though Lazaro had to keep his hands on the wheel so that it would not veer northwest. Before long, he pulled the mast down so as to not roll too far from Hatasuko and Vaida.


“That’s brilliant! What a cool invention,” Hatasuko raved as he ran over to the mast.

            “It does what it needs to. You can use the sail-rana any time you want, but just make sure you’re sitting in front. I don’t want to run the risk of looking back and seeing her,” Lazaro yelled from up ahead.

            Hatasuko shook his head, though he chose to comply. He prepared to lift himself into the front seat of the sail-rana, but Vaida placed her soft hand on his big shoulder.

            “I, um, I should be in the front seat on land. When the wind hits the sail, it’s trying to tip it forward. You’re heavier, so if you sit in the back, we’ll be a lot more stable,” she said sleepily.

            “I never thought about it like that. That’s pretty clever!”

            Vaida climbed into the front seat and retrieved an albapomus from the wooden floor. She took a bite from it, and then she held it in between her teeth in front of her face. Hatasuko climbed into the backseat and watched carefully as she used both hands to deploy the sails. As soon as the sail unfurled and caught the wind, the whole sail-rana jolted northward across the meadow. Vaida kept one hand on the wheel and another on the white fruit. Hatasuko was impressed by how quickly their vehicle started to gain speed; Lazaro had to redeploy his sail so that they could travel together. It was not long before both sail-ranae rolled northward at the same speed. After a couple minutes of travel, Vaida tossed the core of her albapomus out onto the meadow floor.

            “Oh, look! I think it’s an agilus. No, wait, I think it’s a family of them,” Hatasuko exclaimed, pointing out over the left side of the sail-rana.

            Vaida quickly turned her head and stared at the family of beasts with her good left eye. Since the goat-like creatures were far away and illuminated only by starlight, she had to narrow her eye to look closely, but her face lit up as soon as she saw them.

            “Aww, the agili are so cute. Look at them! The little babies look like they’re trying to climb their mama’s legs,” Vaida raved with a heartwarming smile.

            As soon as he saw her smile, Hatasuko forgot about the agili in the distance. In the small segment of her face that he could see through her hair, Vaida gazed at the animals with wonder. Her left eye squinted from the surge of happiness.

            “I think they see you,” Hatasuko said with a quiet voice as their boat raced through the meadow.

            Vaida gave a shy little wave to the agilus family, though they seemed to be curious more than anything. As the sail-rana rolled on, Vaida turned her head so that she could watch the animals until they disappeared in the distance. When this happened, she faced forward again, but Hatasuko could still sense her smile. She was still happy, and he smiled now that he had seen her joy.

            Lazaro announced from up ahead, “Hatasuko, I need you to tell me why you think you’re qualified to say when and where the next Interfectus attack will be. I have a contact in every major city who spends all day listening to reports and doing the math, just trying to predict the next attack. In fact, when we get to Lumipyla, that’s the very first person I intend to see. Lumipyla is my hometown, and it’s the only place with people I even somewhat care about. But before anything else, I need to find out the chances for the next attack. Why do you think you would know something like that? That isn’t something to say lightly, boy.”

            “I know it sounds crazy, and that’s how it should be, since this situation is crazy… but I didn’t just say that for no reason. It’s like… I carry the weight of those whom the Interfecti killed. They became a part of me when I touched an Interfectus for the first time; it awakened inside me like a permanent curse! When I close my eyes, all I see is anguish. When the world falls silent, all I hear is screaming. The tempest of souls are somewhat quiet in times of peace, but they scream and roar when an Interfectus is near. Their voices whisper to me the location of every attack. I don’t know when it will happen, but it’s usually a matter of days. You have to trust me on this,” Hatasuko explained.

            Lazaro answered with a displeased voice, “We will venture to the Catena Islands, but I am only doing this to prove that you’re an idiot. I cannot have my apprentice listening to voices in his goddamn head. I won’t criticize you for your schizophrenia or whatever the hell you’ve got going on, since we’re all a little insane—otherwise we wouldn’t be doing this. Vaida does it because she clearly hates herself, and you do it because you’re evidently crazy.”

            “Why do you always say such awful things about her?” Hatasuko asked.

            But Vaida stepped in and answered, “It’s okay, Hatasuko. He doesn’t lie. He insults me because I deserve it.”

            As the sail-ranae rolled through the flatland of the starlit meadow, Hatasuko reached his hand around to scratch the back of his head. He continued to scratch as he contemplated the pain of the poor girl before him.

            Hatasuko whispered inaudibly to himself, “I am such a hypocrite. I swore to annihilate pain and make a world without misery, but there’s misery right in front of me. I see the source of her anguish, but I can’t even bring myself to call him out on it. I can’t even tell if I’m allowing it because he can help me fight the Interfecti, or if it’s just because I’m afraid of him. I can’t stand how pathetic I am.”

            “I should be thankful for his criticism,” Vaida added as she faced him. As she said this, Vaida forced a smile and kept her eyes closed. A starlit tear rolled down the scar on the right side of her face. Hatasuko glanced away with his gold eyes and stared at the bag of rocks inside the sail-rana.

            “Look all around yourselves. Do you see that the ground is getting firmer? There is a lot less grass than before. We are getting into the desert land, so it won’t be much longer to the canyon nation of Lumipyla. My old home’s along the west edge of the canyon, so the two of you will not have to enter. I can handle everything there on my own, so you can relax or train or talk to your head voices. I don’t give a shit. I’ll be gone for a while once we arrive, so Hatasuko, don’t go far. I won’t have time to look for you,” Lazaro said with a gruff tone as he steered the sail-rana around a boulder.

            “Yes, sir. I will practice. If I can find a target, I will try to work on my rock aim.”

            “Hatasuko, I know, um, I know it’s none of my business… but do you really think you hear the voices of the dead?” Vaida quietly asked.

            Because a dusty wind howled across the plain, the gusts shrouded her voice from Lazaro’s ears. Nevertheless, Lazaro sailed far in front of them since he was lighter than their combined weight.

            Hatasuko nodded slowly and answered, “Yes. Their screams have tormented me for years. I know it sounds like a lie, but it’s real. The Interfectus cursed me when we first touched. And now, whenever I fight the Interfectus, I can hear their miserable souls screaming in my head. They’re louder than anything else, but also silent. I know it sounds crazy.”

            “It does sound crazy, but I believe you. I guess, I mean, I can’t really explain it, but I think something about you feels really special. Normally I wouldn’t say anything… since I never really say anything. But I think your voices are real,” she said with a half-smile.

            “Thank you, Vaida. I really appreciate it! Honestly, I never told anyone about this. I never even tried to make a friend until I met the two of you.”

            “I, um, I know how that goes. Except for someone I haven’t seen in a very long time, I haven’t ever had a friend. I don’t know if it’s because I get so nervous, or if it’s just because I know no one would want to be my friend anyway,” Vaida confessed as she stared at the steering wheel in her hands.

            “I can see why you don’t call him your friend. How long have you and Lazaro been fighting together?” Hatasuko asked.

            “A little under two years. He found me the same way he found you, except he never invited me to learn from him. He never let me be his apprentice. But when I tried to fight the monster, um, he saved my life. So I just clung onto him and followed him everywhere since he’s so strong. Saving me was probably the worst mistake of his life,” she answered with a forced, nervous, quiet laugh.

            Though he wanted to convince her otherwise, Hatasuko got distracted by a white glow up ahead. The glow looked like it shone from the underground, but then he saw a cluster of tiny floating lights in the air. These lights were far beneath the pulsing stars, though their glow speckled the horizon; these floating lights manifested the horizon. Hatasuko looked over at Lazaro as he now charged toward the captivating glow at full speed.

            “It’s the fireflies of Lumipyla! They’re like little stars that fell from the sky,” Hatasuko raved with a look of amazement.

            “Aren’t they the most wonderful thing in the world?” Vaida asked.

            “I first came to this place at a time when I thought the whole world was ending. I suppose that in a lot of ways, it truly is ending, but the fireflies gave me hope. They’re little messengers of light,” Hatasuko whispered.

When the sail-rana rolled farther north, Hatasuko saw that the shining light appeared to shine from underground. He looked over the right side of the vehicle and saw that the glow emanated from a canyon. The canyon walls and floor were completely white, and so they reflected the light of the stars in the sky. Due to these reflections, the canyon looked like it was actually alive in the form of white flashes. Up ahead, Vaida slightly turned the steering wheel, and the sail-rana veered closer to the west edge of the canyon. They both stared over the ledge at the countless homes on the canyon floor. Hatasuko could see a labyrinth of shining walls and glistening valleys; there were many other cliffs and ravines for as far as he could see. Lumipyla was a series of chasms filled with towns and villages.

            “I’ve been to the islands and I’ve seen the Fons Vitae, but this will always be the most beautiful place in the world to me. It was here that I decided to never give up,” Hatasuko said as fireflies flew curiously around them.

            “I don’t think Lumipyla is as wonderful as it looks. This is the city that somehow made Lazaro end up the way he is. It’s not that I’m criticizing him, um, I’m a very nonjudgmental person, but there must be something else we aren’t seeing. There’s more to this canyon than starlight and fireflies,” whispered Vaida as their vehicle rolled on.

            Hatasuko glanced over the left side of the sail-rana and saw a small tree on the desert floor. It looked too little and flimsy to help them with target practice, but it astounded him that a tree could withstand the hard wasteland soil. Vaida quickly turned the steering wheel to the left so that their vehicle veered away from a large hole, though the ground was still very bumpy in this place. Vaida’s two swords clanged as they bounced upon each other with each bump. When the sail-rana finally rolled a safe distance from the canyon ledge, the desert became flat and smooth. The wind started to steadily pick up, so the sail caught the wind and stole its speed. They were now traveling faster than ever before, but this also meant that Lazaro accelerated; he moved farther away by the second. As they rolled by the luminous canyon of starlight and fireflies, Hatasuko saw Lazaro as just a silhouette in the distance.

            “Vaida, can you tell what that is? It’s huge,” Hatasuko asked, pointing up ahead.

            The light of the stars and the flashes from the canyon illuminated a steady stream of water up ahead. The thin stream diverged around a large silhouette in the distance. The starlight reflected on the water and revealed the silhouette of a massive tree.

As Hatasuko stared upon the tree, Lazaro grabbed the sail and the foldable mast with both hands, quickly folded it in, and ultimately pulled down his mast so that his ship would lose speed. The sail-rana struck the stream of water before it slowed down, but the splashes slowed him enough that he could step out into the ankle-deep water. The river then flowed quickly down a slope into the luminous valley, but the water was too shallow to carry away his vehicle. Lazaro pulled his sail-rana onto dry land and stood at the other end of the starlit stream. When Vaida saw this, she folded down her own mast so that she would not have to drive into the water. As she secured the boat, Lazaro sifted through his belongings until he had everything he wanted. He left his weapons behind.

            “Hatasuko, I’m trusting you to look after my belongings. I’ll be gone for several hours, so just try to keep yourself entertained up here. I think I left a hanging log in the tree; see if you can send Vaida up there,” Lazaro yelled out from the other riverbank.

            “Alright! We’ll stay right here,” Hatasuko replied as they rolled to a stop.

            Lazaro let out a heavy sigh and then trudged toward Lumipyla. He stepped carefully on the downward slope beside the shallow stream of starlit water, though Hatasuko quickly turned his attention back to Vaida. Now that their boat became motionless, she stepped out of the vehicle and buckled her whip onto the back of her shirt. She pulled off her light jacket and tossed it inside the sail-rana. Hatasuko grabbed his sword and his whip from the floor, holstered them, and then climbed out onto solid ground. 

            Vaida stepped through the starlit stream as the wind shuffled her dark hair. She wore a faint smile on her face as she approached the massive tree which was entangled with vines. As soon as she came close, she dashed through the flowing water at an impressive speed. She jumped up, grabbed onto two vines, and hoisted herself higher along the trunk. Hatasuko watched with a look of amazement as she quickly climbed toward the lowest branch just by using the strength in her arms. Her biceps and triceps flexed with each pull; her body demonstrated her impressive strength.

When Vaida reached the large wooden branch, she quickly scrambled along it until she reached a black log. The black log was hooked onto a rope which enwrapped the thick tree branch. She threw the log down so that it spun around the branch, and when it swung back to her, she caught it and threw it again. This process repeated several times until the log swung low enough that they could strike it from the ground.

“Do you think we’ll be able to hit it from there?” Vaida asked, though the shallow river nearly drowned out her quiet voice.

Hatasuko stepped into the cool water and unsheathed his sword from the holster on his back. His whip was still folded and pinned to the back of his shirt. When he walked up to the hanging log, he lunged forward, suddenly crouched, and unleashed a swift slash with his sword. It struck the black log, broke off a small scrap of bark, and sent the log swinging around at a high speed. When it swung back at him, he blocked it with his left forearm.

“Yep, it looks like this will work well! This is such a cool idea!” Hatasuko raved.

“You really think so? Thank you,” she said with a wide smile.

Vaida closed her eyes as she smiled. Since the wind blew her hair behind her head, Hatasuko could see that her burn scars went all the way up to her hairline. Though the scars left her with an asymmetric face, he found her captivating in a way that danced between mysterious and gorgeous. But as he gazed upon her scars, he failed to notice when her eyes opened. Her sea-green eye stared at nothingness, but her blue eye caught him staring, so she quickly turned her head and hid her scars.

            “I’m sorry! I wasn’t staring, I was just deep in thought. I really need to work on that,” Hatasuko said.

“Don’t apologize. I, um, I noticed that it’s natural for people to stare at my scars. I hate it, but I don’t think people even realize they’re doing it. I just wish I wasn’t so hideous, or that my scars were only skin deep," Vaida mumbled with a timid voice that barely pierced the splash of the stream.

“I really wish you weren’t so down on yourself. I know this probably doesn’t mean anything to you, but I think you look really pretty,” Hatasuko replied.

Vaida gazed away and answered, “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t believe you. I’ve seen my own reflection and accepted the reality. I don’t hate my scars just because I’m ugly; I hate my scars because they are my curse. They are a constant reminder of everything I’ve lost. But it doesn’t matter. They won’t stop me from fighting the Interfecti. They might even help.”

Hatasuko was caught off guard by this statement. He wanted to give her a sense of self-assurance that could crush her despair, but she had probably tried and failed to do this same thing a thousand times. Furthermore, Hatasuko knew that he had no talent for erasing the emptiness inside anyone; he could not even erase the emptiness inside himself.

Vaida suddenly pushed off the tree branch and landed in the silty stream of flowing water, but she landed with a heavy crash. She fell and smacked onto the ground on her side. The cool water flowed over her hair and skin, but she climbed out of the water as quickly as possible. There was already a bruise forming on her right arm, though it partially camouflaged with her scars.

            “I didn’t realize that the ground was so far away. Sometimes it’s hard to judge distances with just one eye. I always make myself look like an idiot,” she mumbled as she stared down at the starlit stream.

“You’re no idiot. I remember what you said about the sail-rana tipping over, and you also made the hanging log! You’re really quiet, but I know you’re brilliant,” Hatasuko said as he slashed the hanging log again.

            But when Hatasuko glanced back at Vaida, he saw through the starlight that her face looked slightly red. Her eyes were wide and her mouth opened with a smile, but she hid her face behind her hands when she saw him. When she pulled her hands away from her face, she had suppressed her smile, but a rosy shade remained on her cheeks.

“Damn, this girl is insanely cute,” Hatasuko muttered silently to himself.

“Thank you… thank you. I, um, I don’t mean to sound petty, but I’m actually the one who invented the sail-rana! I designed and built the first one, but Lazaro made a second one and took all the credit. He sold the idea to an inventor and used the money to finance our travels. That’s what he says, anyway,” Vaida explained as she unhooked the whip from the holster on the back of her shirt.

With radiant astonishment, Hatasuko raved, “Really? Vaida, that’s so cool! It is an impressive vehicle, probably better than anything else in Agrideī, and you must have made it when you were really young! Do you know how amazing that is?”

Vaida opened her mouth, and her face turned red once again. Hatasuko saw a flash of happiness in both her blue eye and her dead sea-green eye, but then she turned her face so that she stared at the Lumipyla canyon. Hatasuko smiled at her reaction, but his joy started to fade when he realized the reason for her response—that she had probably not received an actual compliment in a very long time. As he watched his timid friend, she turned her head again and started running toward the hanging log.

Vaida had to run carefully because she could not see the ground beneath the flowing stream. She started to veer at the last moment, but then she swung her strong right arm and unleashed a high-speed whip-crack. The tip shot forward and struck the hanging long with a huge burst of black bark. The impact sent the log flying toward Hatasuko; he barely blocked it with a swing of his sword. The impact of his sword then knocked the hanging log back toward Vaida at a high speed, but then she jumped into the air and unleashed a flying kick. The log swung again very swiftly, so Hatasuko threw himself aside and then slashed it from behind. The log bounced up into air and then flew back down at him, so he struck it again to knock it aside. He then spun around to make sure that he could block it before it swung back around, but he could not see it anywhere.

“Whoa, where did it go?” Hatasuko asked with wide eyes.

When Hatasuko looked up, he realized that he could hear the log flying toward him from behind. Vaida swung her whip with incredible speed and cracked it in the air; Hatasuko immediately grabbed it. She yanked backward with both arms and jerked him out of the way, right before the log would have struck him on the back of his head. However, the force of the pull brought Hatasuko to his knees, so he crashed and rolled through the shallow starlit stream. Vaida tossed her whip onto dry land and ran toward Hatasuko with a worried look. He laughed as he stumbled onto his feet. Shimmering drops of water fell from his golden hair.

“Are you okay? I shouldn’t have pulled so hard; I’m sorry,” she said with a shaky voice.

“No, Vaida, you’ve got great instincts! You’ve got a talent for saving people.”

“Maybe, but I’m only good at this because Lazaro taught me. He’s great at pulling people away from the edge of death! It makes me feel bad because sometimes I think I’m doing this for all the wrong reasons. I really want to get revenge on the Interfecti. I, um… you and I are a lot alike in that way. But I also think that’s why we’re condemned to always stand in his shadow—because he doesn’t waste time on frivolous things like revenge.”

            “It may be frivolous, and it may seem impossible, but I know it’s my destiny to end the Interfecti. I have to do it. If they are still alive at the end of my life, then it means that my existence was pointless,” Hatasuko replied as stepped to the edge of the shimmering stream. 

            He sat down beside his friend and watched the shallow water flow on by. The sparkling stream poured down the slope and into the luminous canyon. The hanging log swayed back and forth from the heavy winds, though the wind failed to reverse the water’s flow.

“I know this is none of my business, but, um, no one ends up like us if they had a normal happy life. Can I hear your story, Hatasuko? I promise I won’t tell anyone. Not that I have anyone to tell it to anyway,” she nervously requested. As she spoke, she twirled her hair with her scarred right hand.

After a moment of contemplation, Hatasuko decided, “Yeah. I suppose I can tell the story, though it isn’t something I’ve ever really said out loud before. I’m not a great storyteller, but I’ll do the best that I can.

            “I grew up in the Collobos Mountains. I heard that most people think that region is unpopulated and desolate, but that’s a big lie. Almost every mountain is settled, and we’ve got more than a few big cities! My mother and I lived in one of the more populous cities, so I was exposed to many ideas when I was young. I remember learning that most people fell away from God because of the Interfecti. A lot of people believe that God has forsaken us because he lets the demons roam our world, hunting our souls. Others even think that God is the one who unleashed the Interfecti, like as a punishment for our sins. I guess I was too young to understand the sense of fear and hatred, though I learned terror very quickly. I learned hatred very quickly.

             “The thing is, I firmly believe that my mother is the greatest person who ever lived. My father died shortly before I was born, so she had to work twice as hard to provide for me. When I was very young, I spent a large part of my time with my grandparents, while mother was out hunting or working, but… she never once complained. One time, my grandfather asked her if she needed help, but she embraced him and told him that he had already done more than anyone could ever ask. She never missed the opportunity to let people know how much she appreciated them. She never missed the chance to tell me how much she loved me, and how miraculous it was that she had me in her life. She said I was a blessing to her life and a blessing for the world.

“And whenever she felt overwhelmed, or maybe the pressure was too much, she told me that there’s nothing wrong with falling down. We all fall down. She said that the important part is standing back up. The world can knock us down, but it cannot hold us down. I repeat those words to myself every time I chase an Interfectus. She gave me the strength to discover this destiny. 

            “When I was still young, mother and I found a grove of ruberpomus trees in the mountains. It was a long walk from our home, but it was the most delicious thing I ever tasted! I had eaten piscileo, I had tasted agili, and I had tried every fruit I could find, but the ruberpomus was my favorite taste in the world. We were so happy there. She and I would go to the grove every week and carry back as many red fruits as our little hands could carry.

“But as time went on, mother got exhausted from all her hard work. The walk to the ruberpomus trees was getting too long for her, so instead I made that trip on my own. I was getting older, so I knew I could help make her life easier. It took me a hundred tries, but I finally learned how to hunt with a bow. I’ll never forget how proud she was, that night when I made her dinner for the very first time. There were tears of joy in her eyes. I knew I overcooked the meat, but she and I ate every morsel in celebration. She bragged about me to all of our friends and neighbors. I remember one night, I woke up in the middle of the night and heard her praying. I heard her thank God for giving me to her. With tears in my eyes, I silently thanked Him for letting me have a mother as wonderful as her. He had given me the single greatest gift in the world.

“But light is temporary, and all things return to darkness in the end. One day, I was walking back to the city from the ruberpomus field. I had all the fruits cradled in my little arms, but everything changed when I saw the thin layer of darkness crawl across the sky. I could still see the stars pulsing through the dark curtain, at least until a shadow fell across the city. A massive silhouette appeared in the background. Its giant black feet hovered over the mountainside. This was my very first time seeing the demon of flashing blades and shifting shadows—it was the monster named the Interfectus.

“I knew that mother was still in the city, and that knowledge alone flipped a switch inside me. I dropped the fruit; I just ran toward the city because I knew she was vulnerable. She had been tired for weeks. I had only heard stories of the Interfectus, like a secondhand shadow of pure horror, but I never understood the reality of the darkness until that moment. I never realized the strength of evil until I saw myself running toward it. I never realized how weak I was until I ran out of strength to keep running, even before I reached the edge of the city. But exhaustion could not stop me. I ignored my pain and ran on in spite of it.

“When a bright light shines and you close your eyes, you can still see the shape of the glow through your eyelids. When the scattershot of bombs struck the city and lit the sky with blue fire, I closed my eyes and kept running. But even with my eyes closed, I could see the flames destroy the town where I was born and raised. I could hear their screams over the crackle of fire because I was so close. As soon as I reached the edge of town, I saw a crowd of people fleeing from their homes. The Interfectus stood as a silhouette behind the raging flames. I watched people try to fight back; I watched them throw sticks and rocks at the monster, but everything just bounced off. There was no sign of pain in its golden-glowing demon eyes. They pulsed like the stars in the sky! But they were not hungry or angry. Its whole face glowed in the flashing flames, but it was emotionless. This was the demon that slaughtered entire cities in the blink of an eye. I knew in that moment that my childhood had ended in a burst of blood and fire.

“As I ran through the smoky streets, I watched the Interfectus unleash its blade-arm of slashing shadows. It was so fast, it was so powerful, and it pierced through an entire block! The Interfectus slashed its arm, as it so often does, and then the entire row of homes was cut to shambles. It shattered the windows of all the nearby houses. My heart sank when I realized that attack had hit very near my home.

“I ran back home at full speed, but I wasn’t even trying to get a weapon. I felt so hopeless that I just… gave up on even trying to escape; I just accepted that my life was over. So like a scared, crying, helpless little boy, I ran home to mother. When I was young, the solace of her embrace was so powerful that it erased my terror. If I could hold her in my dying moment, then that would be enough for me. That’s all I wanted—to hold close the most wonderful person in my world. Like a scared, defeated, hopeless little boy.

“The Interfectus shot out another scattershot. The black energy balls hit that whole section of the city. I watched with my hands over my head as a shadow sphere struck a house across the street from my home; the explosion blew out every wall and window. An old man was launched by this blast! I watched with my hands over my ears as he crashed into someone else’s roof and died. And when I ran onto the same street, I saw a shadow sphere hit the back of my house. It was the loudest and brightest explosion I had ever seen, but it was like the whole world stopped. The shockwave blew my home to pieces; I watched mother fly out of the second story window with a burst of fire and glass. My heart stopped when she crashed into the street, and she landed on her hands and knees. I broke apart on the inside when I heard her bones snap. I knew that I would definitely die if the Interfectus saw me, but I guess I couldn’t stop myself. I just ran across the street because I knew she was alive.

            “That was when I saw the first weapon of the Interfectus up close for my very first time. Its shadow arm turned into a hand of black daggers, and then it reached across the sky. I was more scared than I had ever been in my life—both for myself and for her. The shadow-hand just barreled toward her, and I only had one thing I could do to maybe stop it. I tried to knock it out of the way with the strongest punch I could possibly summon. My fist struck the blade-arm, but it did nothing. I was too weak. I was hopeless. I watched the claw of slashing shadows pierce straight through her; giant black daggers poked through her like a hand. The Interfectus opened its claw and tore her to pieces, all because I was too weak to save her. I’ll never forget that final look of anguish in her crying eyes. I can’t even try to explain how broken I felt, standing there in the wreckage with corpses all around me. Her body was so mangled that I couldn’t even hold her. 

            “I collapsed in the street, and I felt like I was the only person left alive in the whole city. Even as the Interfectus loomed over me in the smoky sky, I just glared at the bloody dirt beneath me. I don’t know if it decided to spare me or if it simply thought I was dead, but it faded away in the starlight. Left as fast as it appeared. I watched that layer of darkness disappear, and that was the first time I started hearing the screams in the hollows of my mind. I knew that the screams belonged to the damned souls of the victims, but this knowledge didn’t make the tempest any less powerful. Their screams tormented me from the inside. They stole away every shard of warmth that was left in my heart. I knew I could never clear the voices from my head; I accepted that the Interfectus had punished me for having the audacity to strike it with my own skin. It was my punishment for trying and failing. But mother told me that the world can knock us down, though it cannot hold us down. So I took her advice and made the decision to stand back up.

            “At first, I thought I was chasing the Interfecti for revenge. I quickly learned it was more than that. I was not cursed with a tempest of endless pain just so I could give them retribution. I think I received this curse for a reason. I don’t think that anything that’s happened to me is a coincidence. I was given this endless pain so I could have the drive to end the Interfecti. I was flooded with agony so I could banish it from this world. This curse is the catalyst that will let me forge a world without misery. It’s something I have to do. I never want anyone anywhere to feel pain ever again. It’s my destiny to make this happen.”

            As Hatasuko told this last part of his story, his golden eyes reflected the pulsing light of the stars in the sky. The shimmering, starlit stream splashed in front of his feet. Vaida watched his eyes and listened closely to every word. Even after he finished his story, she said nothing. In his mind, he fought to suppress the storm of shouting voices. In her mind, she accepted the possibility that this tempest was actually real. However, the world around them stayed silent except for the gusting wind and the starlit stream flowing in the opposite direction.

            “Sorry, um, if I don’t know what to say. It’s a problem I always kinda had, not knowing… well, when someone tells me something really sad. Because instead of facing it, I just mostly get sad too. And then I don’t know anything except how you feel because I feel it too. But I think that’s why I know you’re telling the truth about the screaming souls. Lazaro would slam me on the ground if he heard me say this, but I think he’s wrong. I believe you, Hatasuko. I can see it in your eyes. I can tell that the voices are real. But I don’t know about this destiny. Do you really think you can do all that?” she asked quietly.

            Hatasuko took his sword and sheathed it back into his holster. He stood up again at the edge of the sparkling water, but he glanced down at his scarred friend as the starlight shone on his golden hair.

            “Vaida, have you ever felt something so powerful that you know it has to be true? Even if you can’t see it, even if you can’t describe it, you just know that it’s real. You know that it must be real. I guess that’s the only way I can explain it. I’m not giving reality the choice to disagree with me,” Hatasuko answered.

            “I don’t know if I’ve ever felt that. I’ve been a stranger to hope for as long as I can remember. I’ve had my head held low for so long, but I want to get stronger. I want to feel the way you feel! I guess it all begins with your mother’s words. There’s nothing wrong with falling down. We all fall down… but the important part is standing back up.”

            Vaida looked away from the water and finally stood up. Though her eyes shyly gazed away, she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her face against his chest. He could feel her smooth hair touch his chin. When she finally let go and took a small step backward, she said, “Thank you,” in her shaky, quiet voice.

            “I should be thanking you.”

            “Why is that?” she asked as her good eye looked up at him.

            “Because the screaming storm’s been silent for all this time I’ve spent with you.”






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