CHAPTER 58: CHAPTER 58: THE GLINT AROUND PART 1.

The gaze of Hát’Thöry and Æ’Vérrya continues to be scrutinizing over Indayra’s strange yellow halo.

The Treasurer doesn’t show hostility, just an evident wariness as she adopts a defensive stance along Å’Vría’s Elder Sister.

"What brings you here Hát’Thöry?" Asks the young man to drag away the attention from Indayra. "Are you joining us for the supper?".

"Not today N’Ïrk. I came for another reason. The Landowner wants to talk with you and me. A formality for becoming a Foremen".

{I must have surpassed 5,000 Storage Capacity thanks to Otzzana}

"Lead the way Hát’Thöry".

She complies, and N’Ïrk follows the two ladies.

In minutes, the three reach for Norlan’s Office. Where the maximum authority of the Fraternity, is having a cup of tea with his fiancée Myrrha.

"N’Ïrk!. What a surprise!". Comments Norlan with kindness. "Why are you here?". He says, offering a seat in the couch in front of him.

"I brought him". Reveals Hát’Thöry. Her tone is serious and sharp, almost lacking the politeness and temperance that she always demonstrates. "Yesterday you said you’d give me an explanation for what happened in the Zone. And you made clear that it was only because i had reached 5,000 Storage Capacity".

"Correct. I said that". Acknowledges Norlan with a nod, then turning to the young man. *Oh!*. "I see!. Congratulations N’Ïrk. Being a Foreman is basically the same as a Harvester, just with more accreditation".

"Don’t make us wait!...". Interrupts Hát’Thöry, her voice raising for a brief instant, then getting lower with a pained groan that shatters her stern expression with an agonizing grimace, touching the side of her stomach, and withholding a scream.

{Is she injured?}

"I said i owed you an explanation Foreman Hát’Thöry. But it’s not going to be very satisfactory for you. Do you still want it?".

The Treasurer is silent, her piercing glare answering on her behalf.

"Okay". *Sigh*. "As you prefer Foreman Hát’Thöry... , The Ma’ajesh family has a gift that is unlocked when any of them reaches 1,250 Storage Capacity. Although i am a Krïegdörn. My mother had a direct lineage to the Ma’ájesh, evident in my hair...". Norlan comments as he runs his fingers through his forelock, combing and roughly arranging his short brown hair.

"To the point". Demands Æ’Vérrya, her patience at the limit, as much as the tolerance Hát’Thöry has. N’Ïrk could be on the same page, but he doesn’t know what is going on.

"It’s important. Don’t get distracted... , A year and a half. I was just a Harvester. The most suitable candidate to become the next Foreman. That was until Hát’Thöry Verfhüren came along a year ago, stealing the spotlight and the possibility for Norlan Krïegdörn to achieve his goal".

"Tea?". The Landowner offers. But none of the three youngsters are in the mood for pleasantries. "No?. Well. As i was saying. With the apparition of Hát’Thöry, Norlan Krïegdörn retorted to a series of dirty tricks to gain control of the Preppers Fraternity. The incident in which Vörnea was drugged and almost abused is Norlan Krïegdörn’s fault...".

{Why does he keep talking about himself in third person?. No. It’s more like there’s another Norlan... , Is he possessed?!}

N’Ïrk’s instincts become bestial, ready to use «Ïrk», his most powerful, dangerous and devastating attack.

"I know what you have in mind N’Ïrk, and no. I am not possessed, it’s more complicated than that, and i don’t intend to summarize it, or excuse the actions of Norlan Krïegdörn".

Hát’Thöry’s and Æ’Vérrya’s fury is spiked up. Norlan basically confess openly, that he is the responsible for Vörnea almost being raped. But what astonish both, is Myrrha’s attitude, unaffected, like if she knew about the thruth beforehand.

"Please. No more interruptions". Says the Landowner, showing a broken perfect cube of transparent stone, that it is not bigger than his palm.

The object is crystalline without looking like glass, but opaque and worn at the same time. "This is the compensation Norlan Krïegdörn got for orchestrating the event. However, he did something stupid. Instead of making passive use of this item, he decided to use the active way. The result was a Fake Zone that engulfed him. Inside. There was only «Him», but «He» was not alone. If not with «Me»...".

A halo similar to Indayra’s surrounds the Landowner’s silhouette, but is blue instead of yellow. «Norlan Endreadney Krïegdörn». That is my name, an ex resident of the World of Clarattoia, and i was ripped apart of my Family’s Mansion in the Counterpart of my Homeworld. Aiottaralc. I believe the Zones are bridges to Dhägna’Hür’s Counterpart too. But i have no proof to corroborate this theory...".

{So this Norlan is from a planet that has another mirror planet?. And the Original Norlan of Dhägna’Hür was a douchebag that kidnapped him?}

"Why are you telling us this?". Questions Hát’Thöry, followed by Æ’Vérrya. "What is that halo surrounding you, and others?". N’Ïrk asks too. "What happened to the Norlan of Dhägna’Hür?".

"One at a time please. And i’ll answer only what i can. After all, this is not my world of origin, and regardless of my fast adaptability. I really don’t know much".

{How convenient}

"First. I killed Norlan Krïegdörn. From what i understand from «That» Norlan’s memories, this cubic artifact contained otherworldly events, which seemed like a small thing to him. So he used the second method".

"The Fake Zone".

"Correct N’Ïrk. His intention was to kill me, to acquire everything i represent. Knowledge, power, body size". *Jha*. "«He» had a three inches penis. My original height is 4.10 Meters, i can be that tall again if i want, with all that such height compels...".

Myrrha giggles. She is engaged with Norlan, making obvious that the two are intimate, and have a really entertaining night life in their bedroom.

"Only one of us could come out from the Fake Zone, and returning to my world wasn’t an option from the start. Touching Empiric Energy elevate me to a state far superior than my entire REALITY, whatever that means. I don’t left others behind. But abandon my Family, because of «Him». Made my rage flare up, even more than what the «Farioth» ever did, and trust me. If you encounter with them. Obliterate their existence, or you will regret it direly"...