It felt like years, thousand of years. A dream of the past, present, and future along with it's endless possibilities. He's seen kingdoms rise and fell, stories and secrets both deep and tall. The kindest of people, and the worst.
He's seen it all, countless endings and destiny, before the birth of time and beyond it's death, till it's rebirth and consequent demise. And still he admit, after all this time, the amount of wisdom he'd gained was not enough. Even when everything was seen, still he lacked.
Nevertheless, his time is nearing it's end, the everlasting vigil has ended, the dawn of a new era has broken . His vision grew hazy, and strength left his body. A drop of tear could be seen in the corner of his eye, sad because he wanted to see more, but also content because he'd gained so much. In his last breath, he controlled the moonlight to shine on something, someplace, in the world. As a shriek of pain was heard, he murmured to himself, as if his voice could be heard by someone out there.
As he finally closed his eyes, that drop of tear fell down, blending into the rain, and blown by the wind, till it finally fell on top of a roof. It sled down, into the pipes, and by some bizarre chance, it went into a crack. Through the crack it seeped downwards, continuing it's way until it was directly above someone. A young lord, Uther Baskerville. The teardrop on the ceiling fell down on the young lord's forehead, where it was absorbed by some unknown force inside his head.
On his empty eye socket, a flame was lit. It was dim and weak, yet stable. It has a yellow tint signifying wisdom and intellect. The flame gradually solidified, into the shape of an eye. It silently fades into the eye, as it's new master dreamt of ancient times, looking over all realms. Till he finally became a drop of tear and woke up from the dream.
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The sun's shining it's light through my bedroom covers as the chirps of canaries woke me up from my slumber. Although enjoying the morning orchestra provided by the canaries for this lord seems like a good choice, there's one thing that has been weighing on my mind, so heavy in fact the burden was, that I am unable to appreciate a good morning like this one. This world is fuc*ed. Not to mention the hole that just "ate" my right eye last night, and the unrecallable dream that lasted for who-knows-how-long, just that premonition dream by itself could gave me enough headaches for years.
As I'm griefing my wretched fate of being suddenly transported into another world, one that is fuc*ed up, someone knocked on my door.
"Young Master, your breakfast is ready." a familiar voice could be heard outside.
"Alright gramps, I'll be there soon." I replied.
As soon as I said that, I began to change my clothes. And because a "great philosopher" once said "clothes makes the man, no matter he had bathe or not." I skipped the step of taking a bath. It's not like I don't want to take a bath, it's just that whether I took one or not won't matter, as I'll get dirty again according to the premonition last night.
Concerned whether I'm still handsome with one of my eye gone, I went to the mirror beside my king-sized bed. On the mirror was a handsome man, his handsomeness level is similar to those immortal protagonist from novels, but there's something peculiar on him. It was his eyes.
Still shocked to have both eyes intact, my mind went blank. Only after some time did I notice the difference on my right eye. There was some kind of mark, it was yellow, and sometimes it flickered, like a flame. Although it was cool, I still decided to hide it behind an eyepatch.
After donning my clothes and eyepatch, I opened the door. In front of it was gramps, as he noticed me, he seemed shocked for a moment when he looked at my face before he did a bow and said "good morning Young Master." to which I greeted back. We then proceeded to the well-lit dining room, where a plate of english breakfast was already prepared for me. I sat, and after taking a sip of tea, I began to eat.
Sometime after I finished my breakfast and a servant had cleaned the table, as I'm mulling over the contents of my premonition, gramps spoke.
"Young Master, your agenda today is to develop the county, and preside over the judgment for the convicts."
"Gramps, do you trust me?" I suddenly asked him.
"Why do you say so Young Master? Of course I trust you." he answered.
"Even if what I'm going to do will bring down the Baskervilles?" I keep on asking.
He glared at me, the glint on his eyes from last night surfaces again. In the end he shook his head and relented, he said "Even when that time comes, I'll still trust you.".
"Great, I'm going to need rope, map of the sewers, map of the country along with it's surroundings, a sack and finally, a crowbar. Put it all inside the sack. Then after I went out from the manor, I need you to take everyone you trust from the family, no matter his or her background. You will guide them to the earliest ship leaving the country. I'll follow you later. As for our destination, I leave that to you." I instructed.
"As you wish, Young Master. We shall wait for you in the City of Magic, Lahgolt." he bowed.