Chapter 5: The Malformed Temple
Pov: Estella
"Let's go to the temple," I said after completely understanding what he wanted from me. He wanted information about what I, myself only knew. Must have been a sadistic term for him. I hate the Starlet in me. His starlet, the one who would give up her macrocosm on the living statement of Artemis. Before today, I had a dream. About the teacher. And supposedly it was named Venoxis. I didn't get to catch all the small details about it as I woke up before catching the exact picture of the Venoxis.All I could know was that the teacher's hair was being pulled backward until she faced him. It is not to my surprise that the dream ended abruptly. The thing is, what did I do to get in the midst of all this? What even was the desire? Did it all lead up to people's deaths? What was yet to thrive into my whole made-up world?
It was around evening when we walked our way towards where the temple was, the sky casting a dim glow on his eyes. All I remember was a signboard that lays in the scene. The scene where the bus broke down. It was a place for rent, but apparently even after eyars no one has taken in for rent. The dreams were so vivid yet they wil end without detailing any more further bit, which was quite abhorrent much to the situation. During the way, it was terribly silent; awkward was what we were, none of us volunteered to start a conversation. It was so silent, that I could just lose my mind. "So!!!" extra emphasis to add surely. He laughs; I wondered how the mood of the atmosphere changes so randomly and so suddenly. Was it how to start a conversation with a guy? No, I don't think so. Was it something fun? No. Was it an conversation starter? Yes, probably was. That's all I needed to do to ease this situation. "SO!!?" He replied laughing. He matches my energy sometimes, but rarely. All I needed to know was that opposite poles attract. I didn't really mind whether he was different from me, because I acknowledged the fact that he's a different person. I just— "Nothing…" He drifted off to bigger laughter. "What's your favorite book Sterlet?" I could burst out from the moment he said that. The amount of butterflies that cascaded from my stomach, was as if a waterfall itself. Books were my favorite topic, they were so fun whether or not you adored them. Those words left my mind to create a vivid image of whatever I wanted to be. Amazing, such a thing. Movies could never, and actual humans wouldn't be able to be such an interesting topic to debate or talk about. Miserable how humans were boring creatures. Artemis stood out to my eyes. Mundane, but catchy. I wondered how he found out about how I adored books. Off-topic, but books were the ones who cheered me up while I was soaked in tears. Sad was the word you would describe the situation, but I preferred isolation from all the humans. Mystery and crimes were usually the best choices to either to discuss or read. It was not only interesting but drives me into training process that led me to have more critically thinking skills. They were the best. "My favorite book!??" I asked not being able to control my excitement over the pitch of my voice. "Yes Sterlet, you favorite book," He repeats, knowing I am damn too excited to whatever I was for. I couldn't consume all the packed-up information in a short period. "Twisted- no." The last thing I needed to say was something stupid like that. At this point, I wanted to end my life. I was about to discuss something really interesting, but then my particularly stupid self broke the moment. My mind started panting, have I fucked up? Have I fucked up? "Sterlet, breathe" He spoke with a light smile. gosh, those deep dark eyes that stared into my soul. Those words, the nickname, everything. He was everything to me. "I'm sorry. I don't know, what's going on. I'm so—" How did words not come out? I was panting and nervously looking at him. "Stop apologizing, Sterlet. Mine's House of Beating Wings." I never heard of him talking about books, it was weird. Oddly weird. Wing flattered through our eyes as I looked at him. Our footsteps stopped at the sight of a broken signboard.
Hooo Hoo Hooo. I could hear my thoughts making up how we could possibly die without even touching anything. Of course master mind I thought to myself. This was no time to crap up another story, but it was a time to have a look at what was actually happening. The surrounding was all fluttened broken. I didn't know what to describe this area, but it was just filled with dried trees, no sense of pure life form. Was i scared? No, but he seems like he was. "What happened with cheerful Art?" i chuckled, noticing that his cheerful demeanour slowly fade. Couldn't blame him should I? It wasn't his fault. I have vividly been to this place in my dreams about three times, how could I not be familiar? I pulled his hand and walked inside the place. Chilly I thought to myself as the coldness spiked through my reddened skin. "Isn't this a wonderful first date?" Date? What does he meant by date. I couldn't think about it, but focus on the surrounding. Dried leaves floated inside, as we noticed a stand with a bird-house-like thing in the middle of the opened window building. Was a very small building. We exchanged a glare as if to curse on eachother but then turned back around to walk closer to the thing. Desperately, i was the one leading in this moment. I needed to know why am I stuck between the knot? Why is it me? A sudden strike hits in my eye before I collapse on the ground, kneeling in front of the thing. My silver eyes turned pure white as i kelt. "Estella. Can you hear me?" A familiar voice spoke.