Run!

A single word that repeatedly whispered in my ears, ranging inside my head while my eyes were shot, outside the place I was hiding.

My body is shivering at the sight of mother's unrecognized behaviour, holding a piece of small size skype, a weapon that was used when she was on her prime.

She called out,

"Come out, birl.

"Let this mother fix you out."

My mother has gone crazy.

As a master of dark arts, she wanted me to be her sole experiment.

Her son!

"Birl, don't be afraid of mother.

"Mother just wanted to give you a gift.

"Didn't you always want to be unrecognized? To be normal like the other guys?

"Mother wanted to fulfill that."

Crazy!

She is crazy!

Does she expect me to stay still?

Me?

Someone who master the arts of Arcane?

"Come out, birl.

"Leave where you are hidding and lay your body on bed.

"Don't waste more time—and let this mother...

"...perform!"

but even with that, with just a tip of a toe from her, even if I mastered the arts of arcane, I won't be able to leave the shackle she had planted on this body.

"Gatcha!"

Her eyes represent the darkened abyss that I will soon experience. That everytime I look at them, I shiver at the sight that I'm looking at myself.

"No, mom.

"Please don't pull me.

"I don't want that,

"I don't want to be ordinary, anymore!"

Even with those plea, I feel like an experimental subject that has been restrained by a powerful boffin who has disperse its inability to even create a bit of commotion that may be use to leave her grasped.

"This will be quick, birl.

"You just need to close your eyes and once you opened them, it would have long been over.

"Easy, right?"

What is the use of being the strongest man in my profession

when I'm just like a rat that couldn't even save his own life.

I might be crazy thinking her old self will come back, that this change was just a speck of change that will soon die.

Yet, I might have invest too much trust in this mother and son relationship for me to await something that will never happen.

Fool!

I'm really is a fool like what other say.

I could only drop a tear as she started her experiment.

Firstly, she inject some liquid in my body that neutralize my inability to move.

Followed by another kind of liquid that numb every little cell I have.

After waiting for five minutes to pass, she began to drain my blood.

And little by little, she started to dismantle it, removing impurities and insecurities.

There is no pain that can be felt. Even I, felt horror on how much she has mastered her talent.

Yet, all I can do is watch her.

Watch her reshaping my body intact, till my body fall apart.

Upon the urge to fall deep, my blurry vision saw a flower in a shade of pink and ruby. Upon remembering what kind of flowers it was, I curse and soon fall.

Thump!

"Birl..."

Who is calling me?

"Wake up, birl."

What are you saying?

"Wake up."

I can't understand.

"I said wake up!!"

That clear, loud voice awaken me, and as I open my eyes, I found myself surrounded by bright light, pure of white. Like a box made specially for me.

"What's going on?"

The voice came from a young man with the same eighteen age and the same face at the same time. The only difference is the weird grand looking clothes he is wearing. They are not a clothing style that can be find elsewhere here.

"You-"

Before I could even ask, he broke my words and continued with his own.

"Yes, I'm the same as you."

"What do you mean by that? There can't be two of me."

"Sigh! You might be confused but do you remember the flower our mother use to do the experiment?"

"Oh, that flower..." Upon remembering, I continued. "I see, that explain this situation."

Hellebore Flower

A type of elegant flower found deep into the cold northern land mountain, containing the properties of cold and poison.

One of the rare plant Spirit Gu that only exist once a thousand years.

Because of its high potential which can be use as main ingredient for mending burn and enhancing or acquiring ice talent, it was being sought by many, specially alchemical profession.

Yet, many forgot its high toxicity that may lead to dizziness, hallucination, or even death.

That is why, a true alchemist only use a drop of its juice, because If one digest more than a drop, it can lead for a mind to turn into a crazy state.

However, there is a special case that many do not know.

It was written by a mysterious individual in a skin leather type book that I accidentally found on my mother's library.

It says that if one digest more than the body can handle, one's mind will be affected by its hidden properties which will result one's second personality.

It wasn't cause by any variety of posion nor hallucination but purely cause by its small seeds that were hidden from its roots to the tips of its buds.

Because of its rare appearance, no one knew of it, and the cure were unknown.

"That must have explained everything, right?"

"Yes."

It really doesn't matter. Even in this situation, I'm still quite shock to learn of my mother's behaviour.

And yet there is this kind of feeling I couldn't grasp to explain.

Its similar to excitement!

"Oh, come on, don't look at me with those deep crazy eyes." He said.

"Oh," I suddenly awaken from a state.

"Well, I was once like that at first too, so its nothing new. However, it would not do you good to become like how I use. Crazy about the world."

I tilt my head, unable to comprehend the information he has spoken.

What does he even mean to say? Didn't he come from the speck of my consciousness?

"My, I forgot to mention. I come from the future, not the same time as you."

His eyes look into my consciousness, and looking at my shocking state, he continued.

"Well, let just say—I once live a life you had. I knew the future that will unfold like opening my eyes. I remember how you slit our mother's throat upon waking up, how you created drugs and sell it to its peak price, and how you rob graves just to use them like pawns in the dark."

"Did I, turn that bad?"

"Perhaps, you did. Ah, right. We are that bad!"

I gave a smile as a response.

Those words might be true. It might be the reason of this unexplained arising excitement on me.

If I was on his case and saw my old self, how will I look as I face him? How will I treat him? Will I even pity him?

Nah, I might look like the guy infront.

Crazily good, as hell!

"Aren't you gonna ask more?" He said.

"Who said who? You haven't tell how did we die."

He remain silent and just stared back. I can't tell what is going on behide those skull because can't tell what he was thinking.

Did I say something for him to stop or did I not?

"Do you realy wanna know how our life ended?" He said, his clear voice deepened, and it seems he is excluding dominance over me which might not like my new personality.

"Just tell, if you want. What are you afraid of?" I shrugged yet I did felt a little horror from those hallow eyes.

His lips clapped deep, while he seems to have been offended by what I have spoken, I feel not to care about it.

Yet suddenly, he laugh which creeps me out. Only when I heard those witchy laugh, did I realize, he ain't human.

He is a monsta!

After laughing for a while, he calmed himself and look directly into my eyes.

"You have set a ground, kid."

Out of my wits, I misspoke, "Not as much as you do."

"Good, good! That is the spirit of someone who master the art of arcane. Really, befitting of the title."

I raise an eyesbrow of his shit talks and said, "Leave the small talk and proceed with the story."

"Ahem, so this is what happened..."