The rolling wooden wheel bumping against the roads rocks keeps the boy awake. Sitting by the steps at the caravan's ends, continuously looking at the clear summers night sky. A wild expanse of a rivers-stream of stars to captivate the eyes. Scattered about the river of stars are the idols and shapes that the stars take on to show their flawless forms — better yet, called constellations. Today, in this night sky, what is seen as a dream by others becomes real or a true fantasy for it is simply a clear sky.
The moving caravan heading downhill and towards the dimly lit town goes against an incoming torrent of a night summer's breeze. The bending grass makes a sound almost recognizable to the waving waters of a beach. "I can really smell it from here, it really is different huh." The tone the boy took showed a most definite curiosity. The smell that dominated his olfactory senses was the smell of the ocean and it's salty reaches.
Finally the caravan soon comes to a stop by the local stables situated on the very borderline outskirts of the town, near the road itself. The little walk from the stables, all the way to town is a fenced in road with a few patches of assorted flowers past the fences. "Stopping for Falem, the next stop will be Roswal by the borders of the kingdom!" Announced the caravan driver as soon as the horse makes its full stop and as soon as the horses are tied to the horse-pins.
Seraph drops down from the caravan in a hop after having grabbed everything he had with him. His cocoa-colored leather boots crunch against the leaves and a dry stick. The boy walked around the caravan against the muddied road, walking to get the caravan driver into view. Pulling against the man's shirt with a pouch in his other hand "Here's payment for the trip, and where can I find the nearest records?" The boy counted the copper and silver he needed for the trip and paid in exact.
The driver looked over to the coins the boy had in his palms. The man silently and without saying a word, took the coins in order to count and make sure for himself. The coins are exact, he isn't being lied or somehow scammed. With that being said, the caravan driver had no reason to not answer "More on the western side of Falem, there is a corner-street building named 'The Debau' it's the only records building you'll see anywhere until two stops from here."
Seraph gave the driver a brief nod in response and waved to him. As a sign of good nature the boy said.. "Stay safe Mr, hope business thrives well for you." Before having to turn around and walking towards the other way.
The driver remained in his seat with quite the amused look. Small talk like that happened to be rare for people like him and it was a nice change of pace. As a means for a sort of parting gift the driver said towards the boy "North of town is a pharmacy, maybe they can help treat your blindness." The driver only assumed that the boy happened to be blind thanks to Seraph having a blindfold.
Seraph turned around towards the driver over his shoulder and smiled. "It's nothing like that Mr, I can see perfectly well." With that final exchange the two parted ways, with the each of them to attend to their own personal businesses.
The town of Falem. Its atmosphere take a much more drastically modern feel when compared to Mulberg. The stone-brick streets which are dimly lit by the wooden lantern-posts. The clay buildings and expanses of glass windows left and right. However retaining the bucolic feel to the town despite its lesser concentration. Vines to the side of buildings can be noticed and trees are regularly found within the concrete streets. There happened to be no person at sight during that time of the night, quite the pleasing miracle for those who happened to live in Mulberg where there is always some noise every time of day and night.
Midnights at Falem is almost as quiet as the forest itself. This rids Seraph of the tension building up in his shoulders and neck, that he only realizes had a presence then. "I should hurry, before closing time." The boy started his run and followed along the western side of town in search for the building.
The Debau Records. It is among the more competitive scholar groups in the continent. One of the few scholar groups that are said to rival The Argus Records; the very same records that technically managed to start a country of scholars on their own. Though the Debau records don't necessarily have the numbers, the company has the connections and reaches that the Argus don't and are most of the time, the much more credible source of information.
Much to Seraph's fortune, the building still had lights on and has yet to close unlike most other buildings. Knocking on the wooden sections of the door first before having to enter the building. "Excuse me, can someone help me out?" the boy called out to anybody that may have been up at the time.
Appearing from a pile of organized and towered books is a boy no taller or older than Seraph himself. A dark cocoa-brown hair paired with a set of blue eyes. Cyan long-sleeved shirt built with a natural hood to cover the boy's head should it rain. White pants to complement the color of his shirt. A black and golden seamed cloak to represent his status as a scholar of The Debau records. His face looked as if it never showed a single expression, the look in his face just looked far too natural. For two boys of the same age to meet, the two faces that they saw from each other showed that they lived in practically two different worlds, with two different realities and two different lifestyles. But even so the two of them could both acknowledge that they each have their fair share of calluses and drive poured into what they do best.
However the first one to resume the conversation after the moment of silence is the very same boy and scholar who had just appeared. "I most certainly can" The boy spoke in a more formal nature than casual.
Seraph snaps out of his daze. The formal nature of his speaking and his almost expressionless face had reminded him too much of how some adults look like. Shaking his head off of the matter he collected himself "I need help looking for a person, I was hoping some sort of records around the kingdom" His heart beats faster until a certain point. The pressure building up on his way to this part of the world had made him terribly anxious.
The scholar didn't avert his gaze and for a moment paused. After the pause is when he returned to closing the book he was reading, stored away the quill and ink-stones. As he was doing this the scholar spoke to Seraph "Who are you looking for?"
Seraph took notice that the boy didn't even had the records in his hands. The boy scratched his head and then raised his index finger "Aren't you gonna get the records log or something?" Practice of a records log in this world happened to be common, a practice done by scribes mages and search teams for when a person goes missing.
The scholar yet again didn't avert his gaze towards the boy. He merely kept doing what he intended to do which was to organize, and to listen to his request "I won't need it, I've already memorized the names of everyone dead or alive in the book."
Seraph found it very difficult to believe, why wouldn't he? The debau records is a very powerful scholar group that has credible information and amazing scholars, that much can be granted, but to claim the memorization of practically everyone in the kingdom!? "That's a bit mad." It was the only words that Seraph could speak out, especially since the boy didn't look that much older than him.
But the scholar's face showed no lie or hiding. The scholar turned his gaze towards the boy "Is that so?" The scholar asked with a straight forward face.
When presented with such honesty, it ironically only became somehow harder to believe. "Let's say for now I'll believe that you have memorized that much, is the person Cherry Heventue still alive?" His tone and expression took for a more serious and focused look. That name carried weight for Seraph as it is the very name of a person too important to pass up.
The scholar remained silent. His face expressed as sort of confusion that he hasn't expressed in a long time. Sweat slowly excretes from his forehead and runs down his temples, downwards and streaming in his cheeks and dripping from his chin; the sweat drops to the floor beneath him. The scholar seemed rather afraid or nervous, because the answer he'd give.. "I'm sorry, I've never heard of this girl before." Thoughts seemed to be clouding up in the scholar's face.
However Seraph could not notice it under such shock after hearing what has been said. "Don't mess around with me, look for her name in the logs! She's the daughter of a duke and a noble, there's no way her name won't be there!" The boy shouted from the top of his lungs in the empty room as a means of expressing his rage, confusion and sorrow.
The scholar carried a tactlessness that could be very well noticed. The scholar stopped displaying shame after hearing what has been said "If she is a noble then all the more reason I wouldn't read over her name." There was some emphasis put on himself. It was an unintended arrogance that came about the scholar's inability to socialize. Handing over to Seraph the logs book.
Seraph did his best to suppress his emotions and pulled the book towards him, setting the book down on the table and skimmed to a noble section of the book to find the Heventue or the name of Cherry Heventue. Much to his dismay there really weren't any records of the name "T-This is absurd! Why on earth would her name not be here, she's supposed to be very important!"
The scholar raised his brow upon hearing such a strange form of expression and crossed his arms "That's a new saying?" The scholar crossed his arms afterwards.
Seraph's own confusion grew even more and turned his head towards the scholar, "What do you mean?" Both of his palms set on the cool table, they were almost trembling and was attempting for him to stay grounded and sane.
The scholar raised one of his crossed arms to grip onto his chin. Soon afterwards he sighed as he really couldn't recall where that word came from "The where on earth thing, more importantly I've never heard of this earth word, or place?"
Seraph stammered with his words and suppressed some of his laughter, "What do you mean? It is the name of this world after all!" He spoke with a confidence in his answer.
The scholar however scratched his cheeks and abruptly shook his head, in complete denial of what Seraph had said. "No that's not right at all" His face remained the very same, honest and without a lie.
That face and statement made his heart skip a beat. Seraph looked back at the table and did his best to keep himself up. "..What do you mean?"
The scholar took out a few scrolls from the shelves and sets it down on the table at the other side, pointing towards a text on the book of creation. "The name of the world is Raakash, are you sure you weren't acting delusional?" Asked the scholar with the very same honest look on his face.