Where was he?
Actually... since when was it like this...?
Since when had he begun to hear his own thoughts like this, to understand what he was thinking like this?
How had it happened, how had it begun?
Was it a side-effect of truly dying for the first time, if it could even be counted as truly dying?
And why in heaven's true name was he so calm despite being about to meet an actual mother ducking god of gods representing something that could only be understood as the most abstract concept of motion itself?
Since when had he been acting, reacting, being like this?
No, the answer quickly came to him.
He had been acting like this since he had fought against Vexxen, ever since the bluish light had taken child within his subconsciousness, but then, why was it a good thing?
Why had he begun to understand more and more things that he hadn't been able to even grasp at before?
Why was he this calm, why was everything better than before, as if the world itself was listening to his dangers and fears and disarming how he saw them, though he still saw them just the same, just less, how was that?
Actually... there was an answer, and as Leyk was nowhere, falling, being calmed, being nowhere, something that Cades had undoubtably initiated to further calm him down, something that had been going on for a few minutes now, something that had helped him quickly accept the horrible fact of the matter he'd probably be a child when he awoke once more.
It was weird when he thought, it was as if he was writing out his very own thoughts to further understand them, it was confusing, and it was a great change to what had been going on before, a change just as big as when he had suddenly understood what Manug had been saying, someone that had been speaking in a completely different, alien, language to his, containing a lot of high-pitched noises and gurgling that had managed to almost drive him insane.
Still, Leyk, or rather, back then, Cades, had managed to understand them without even thinking, just listening, or rather, perceiving, because what they had understood wasn't the words itself, they, he, had understood the intentions behind the words, and he had transcribed the words for him to understand, but now, it was as if he was writing the words so he could understand it, and then there was the fact that he felt so aloof as could be.
It was weird, but after dying by Vexxen's hands he felt more powerful than before, though nowhere near powerful enough to defeat the beings in that realm, or the pillar of motion, a being he would most likely never reach, he wasn't shy of admitting that.
But why did all of that matter?
Those were meaningless strings tied to each other, destined to never cause a realization, weren't they, so why was he talking about them in the first place?
He didn't know why he hadn't realized it when he had grown stronger, perhaps because he had been dead, and then been somewhere where mana didn't exactly, well, exist, but there was far more within him now, that was for certain.
When had it even happened?
Why didn't he notice?
Neither of those two questions were to ever be answered, at least not right now, there was something else, something pressing he yearned to find out about, he wanted to confirm his new theory, though he still hadn't completely formulated the result of all of this, but he already knew well enough what was truly going on, what had happened for him to be thinking this much, for him to have evolved like this, for his thoughts to have become written, for him to have truly discovered aura and started to understand it, both things that might've been holding him back until now.
Leyk had reached the next rank, he had become something he had decided to refer to as a "scribe".
Still, what did that bring him right now?
He had thought that he'd been here a few minutes, but now he felt that he had to be honest to himself.
It sure as hell hadn't been a few minutes, it had been more like a few hours, so why in heaven's forsaken name was Cades making him wait this long, what was taking him so long to deliver him there, if that was what was going on, and if it wasn't, then why in god's name was he letting him shimmer so long in this absolute nothing where he didn't even have a real body.
To be honest, had he had a body right now, he'd have sighed aloud, purposefully, showing his displeasure, hoping for Cades to hear him and change the situation, even if he were to just add some kind of game, or even a notebook.
Yes, actually, why shouldn't he be allowed to draw on a notebook if he was waiting like this?
He was technically still seventeen, a child, he was mature, or rather, immature, enough to admit that, so didn't he deserve a pastime not consisting of nothing?
Well, it would be in his best interests to stay calm an-
Damn!
This was so weird, it was almost as if he was listening in on his thoughts from a third perspective that was badly describing their flow.. and by the way, he still wanted the notebook, that was for certain.
Once again he yearned for a body.
If he were to have had one right now he'd have started to sing the tone of some annoying song he would never ever be able to remember or recover the name of, one he had long since forgotten and would probably just end up making up on the fly.
....clank?
Why did he just hear something?
How did he even hear something?
Then, he was again, and he stood in front of a house, gasping for air after having been lost in the nothingness for what felt like an eternity, and, without a real sense of time, might as well have bene, that sense having been impaired by the sheer lack of stimuli after all..
Leyk looked upwards, he saw a house, illuminated, warm, welcoming, kind of rustical, and he knew something, he knew that there was something inside he both yearned to meet and yet feared to meet, that there was the great pillar of motion inside.