"Oh, the sounds. Didn't you hear them? They're the reason I woke up because they were so loud, strong… disordered." Alistair paused for a while. Shortly after, his eyes lost focus, and the view in front of him became blurry, disordered.
Eltic noticed and snapped his fingers next to Alistair's face, and like clockwork, the boy regained semblance.
"You there, don't lose focus yet. We got a job to do. A long one."
"We?" Alistair asked, confused. The urge to scratch the back of his head came over him. "Excuse me but who's we? I'm just a kid you stupid — Uncle, so please, kindly send me off to the nearest shelter or something."
"What, why?" Eltic had a shocked expression. Don't children like Alistair want to be all mature and grown up? So what the hell was this?
Alistair scoffed and answered. "Because I am too weak. If I were to follow you, the best I could do is act as a hostage for the enemies."
