Hounds: The Eye of Miasma

Eternal Berg, July 29, 2009

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"Who are you?" Vemil asked, as if it was nothing. He leaned against the window of the burnt-out hut that Sepia had taken residence in, gazing out the window at a unrelenting sea of leaves.

"What do you mean?" Came Sepia's reply, just as normal as Vermil's question. He had adopted the exact same position, and together they seemed like almost a perfect double.

"I've been through this. I'm Indigo Sepia, from the Towen region. Nothing else is there in my mind." He relaxed his position to rub his neck. "I've got... bits. Strange things."

"Like what?" Vermil stayed still, barely flinching, betraying a sense of apprehension.

"Like the fact that I'm only meant to be about four or five years old. A kid, anyway." Sepia sighed, before spinning around and sitting on the windowsill, next to Vermil's hands. 

"That's... Well, there's not really a word for that."

"Wierd?"

"It's a little more than that."

"I guess so." Sepia smiled and put his hands in his lap. It was awkward, Sepia thought, because they both had the same questions about him.

"P mentioned a beast." Vermil blurted out bluntly.

"What?"

"When you interrupted us. P mentioned something about a 'beast'. And a bargain." Vermil began to relax as well, taking the opportunity to rub his chin, as if deep in thought. "And suddenly, Richtog Vale goes freaky-deaky-psychic on us with all the people saying the same thing. If you ask me, they're connected."

"What makes you say that?"

"It is returning, or something like that. It's what they said. It's something strong, psychically, that can affect minds. Not a hard guess."

"Can I ask you something, mister perceptive?" Sepia grinned, unsurprised. Vermil could read on his face that it was something he'd considered already.

"Go ahead."

"Do you see it?"

"See what?"

"The eye."

It was what Vermil had been staring at - a giant eye in the middle of the Broken City of Miasma. No one else had paid mind to it, so Vermil had kept quiet. The assumption had been made that it was coming from his psyche.

"So I'm not crazy." Vermil said, before folding his arms.

"Fuschia can see it too. I figured it was a common thing, but then your friends seemed to ignore it completely. The way I reckon it, at least your friend Roy would have pointed it out."

"And yet..."

"So... I can see it. Vermillion can see it. Fuschia can see it. There's something going on there."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not sure yet. We'll have to wait and see." Sepia smiled and leaned against the vertical section of the window, as if it were a pillow.

"I guess we will."

The End

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