Shambala Sect

Blinded by the unnerving darkness and his own heartbeat echoing in ears, the battered boy b.u.mped into numerous trunks but adeptly rolled past them. Tiny roots and broad branches tested his luck, but they failed to make his four limbs touch the ground simultaneously. In case they succeeded, whatever was hounding him would succeed in its attempt at clutching him in a fatal grip.

Out of breath, huffing and puffing like a dog trying to escape a never-ending maze riddled with dog-killers and those who owned them, his panicky eyes would invite ruth in many a heart.

His entire dress soaked in sweat, and in tatters, exposed the bruises that blemished his body as droplets of blood unceasingly leaked down from his brow ridge and blinded one of his eyes.

Enlivened by the opening of the window of opportunity, the trunks, roots, and branches now cackled in a cacophonous breeze that birthed the raspy rustling of leaves and grating din of branches.

His eyes caught sight of strange flashing lights now and then, but he had no time to think much less change his course to investigate.

In sooth, the star-crossed fellow was Burton.

Not many forests could affright him, but these woods were outlandish, for the grieving winds tingled his skin and the crispy melodies of the leaves stirred his soul into a frenzy. The sounds his ears discerned weren"t the natural sounds of the wild. As far as his eyes could see or ears could hear, no squirrels scurried through the foliage, no crows cawed, no birds trilled, no frogs croaked, no crickets chirped, no snakes hissed, but there was the imperceptible sonance originated from an obscure source which weakened his knees.

Howbeit, the possessor of the heart that roughened up from bearing the hopes of his parents and his clan, in particular, was not an easy game even for the dreary woods.

With no time to respire or ruminate, his entire focus was on nothing else but doing a vanishing act from all the things that put him off his stroke in an iteration.

For all his efforts, escaping out of the woods appeared beyond belief with no end in sight.

More b.u.mping, and more tripping — ever incessant — made the blaring growls reach his ears and spread dread to the whole of his body. Nature struck him as another foe.

The two opponents were too strapping, and all he hoped for was a bit of control over his own thoughts and emotions, so as to figure things out.

As the wind grew wilder by the second and the cardinal silhouette behind him got closer and closer, he caught a glimpse of a sparkling golden light ahead floating in midair. His feet picked up the pace by instinct as he ran ahead. The silhouette chasing him streaked faster as well. Just as Burton got closer, he saw that the sparkling golden light was actually a tiny floating bell. Without a second thought, he jumped at it.

When Burton"s hand was about to touch the bell, the silhouette just reached the spot with a sweeping slash that ended up barely tearing through Burton"s cloth, as he got sucked away by the bell.

In Burton"s room, 10-K41.

Burton fell on his b.u.t.t. After realizing where he got to, he breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart still pounded in an erratic fashion. His body was still hot. "That d.a.m.n thing... And that milk woman... Whoever she was," he looked at the book and quickly threw it aside. "I almost got killed because of that d.a.m.n bell or whatever it was." He shook his head and then stared at the book in disquiet. "That fellow who gave this to me, what was his goal? To kill me?" he went into a deep thought.

A few seconds later he looked at his arms and puzzled. He touched his face but there was no blood. His body wasn"t covered in sweat as it should be. He also just realized that he stopped panting soon after he escaped out of that place. There weren"t even any cut wounds on his back. The only thing that remained the same was his heartbeat. "What"s going on?"

On the other hand, inside room no 10-K42, Sariyu was immersed in reading the guidebook, especially on a particular page comprised of poesy.

"He is his gallantry.

He is his dignity.

He is his dexterity.

***

He is his infantry.

He is his cavalry.

He is his soldiery.

***

He is his abider.

He is his pillar.

He is his ruler.

***

His way is war.

His aim is peace.

His dream is harmony.

***

He is his proponent.

He has no opponent.

For he is transcendent.

***

A lifter who loots looters.

A groove that guards the guileless.

An avarice that ends evil."

— Zaega Bonodden, A member of Shambala Sect.

"The founder of Shambala Sect…" Sariyu found it hard to breathe. "He"s like Uncle Sinario, the most committed guy I"ve known. But, Father"s commitment doesn"t even come close." She couldn"t help but pity her own father, Kwame.

At someplace else on the same deck.

"Whew... I"ve finally found it." Lirzod managed to come out of the maze-like corridors and stepped out into the open segment seemingly exposed by the weather. "It should be morning now, but it"s so dark out here. It"s like a night. Must be the work of the fog. I hope I find those b.a.s.t.a.r.ds." His eyes looked for two beings and after a quick scan, he found those. "Good, they are sleeping." His eyes lit up as he sneakily crouched on the floor, making sure no eyes caught his movements and hid in a small haystack situated right beside a stable.

He threw the sandwiches towards the foal from before. The foal was sleeping, so it had no idea even though food ended up nearby its mouth.

His eyes locked on the two white horses and flickered with a threatening light. Just as he was about to step out, the sound of footsteps reached his ears, making him pull back his foot.

"Uhm, the weather"s so cold today. Is this the fourth time?" A man came in Lirzod"s direction, his eyes almost closed.

(Who"s this chicken-head?) Lirzod didn"t make a sound. (Is he sleepwalking?)

The man stopped a couple of feet away from Lirzod and unzipped his pant, sending chills down Lirzod"s spine. He froze like a chicken in the process of laying an egg.

After the salt stream had missed him by a few feet and fell on the gra.s.s instead, he sighed in relief. Howbeit, the sound made by the stream as it soaked the dried gra.s.s of the haystack, had entered his ears and though he wanted to clamp them, he couldn"t.

In a few seconds, the guy made himself scarce as driven by a strange song and a dance that resembled a drunken donkey.

"I c.u.m. You c.u.m. We c.u.m. How c.u.m?

He c.u.m. She c.u.m. They c.u.m. How c.u.m?

Yes c.u.m. No c.u.m. Well c.u.m. How c.u.m?

Who c.u.m? When c.u.m? What c.u.m? How c.u.m?"

Lirzod paid no mind to the ramblings and mumblings of the man and quickly shifted places, distancing himself from the stained spot. He quietly waited for a few minutes, and because the dried gra.s.s sc.r.a.ped some parts of his skin during his shift, it itched at various places. He pa.s.sed some more time in scratching.

Only after making sure that n.o.body was around, he came out and entered the stable. The three white horses were nearby, and he could tell apart one from another just by their faces, as two of them had ridiculously long faces while the one that messed with Burton had a relatively shorter face.

He ignored the one that kicked Burton and stopped behind the remaining two. "Sleeping happily after kicking me and my friend?" His head moved smoothly in random directions before he bent down and tied the tails of the two horses in multiple knots.

As he was busy in that process, two people entered the open segment and kept looking around. It took them no time in locating Lirzod. "Why did he come here?" Younger Darling sneered, "And what"s he doing there? Collecting p.o.o.p?" He glanced at his brother. "Want me to handle him?"

"No. Let"s see what he"s up to," Elder Darling looked up towards the distant figurehead of the ship. "We must be careful, in case, if she"s here."

"Mm," Younger Darling nodded, blowing out a not-so noisy breath.

The two brothers had asked random people about the direction Lirzod went, and as someone who held two sandwiches in his hand, Lirzod was noticed by many eyes. It was a surprise that none had tried s.n.a.t.c.hing them.

Lirzod finished in tying up the tails and thanks to the excitement building up inside his heart, his face glowed even in the dark. Just as he entered in earlier, he came out of the stable in the same manner, and again hid in the haystack. He wasted no time to pull out tiny things out of his pocket each of which was wrapped in colored paper. His eyes widened and glowed. It"s time to dance!

He tossed one of them and they hit the ground behind the two horses with a bang. Like spring chickens, the three horses bounced up and out of their sleep. Another bang resounded at their feet and pint-sized sparks and strangulating smoke spread out, scaring the living daylights out of the horses. Above all, the particular two-of-the-three horses danced to the tunes set by Lirzod who kept throwing things from his hidden spot. Having their tails tied to one another, their bodies nastily b.u.mped into each other furthering them to kick each other with their rear limbs, and the side-splitting show they put exercised two lips, a jaw, and almost satiated two eyes.

"Why"s he throwing firecrackers at horses?" Younger Darling had a blank face.

It wasn"t just the three horses, but the ones in the other stables awoke and flummoxed from the ha.s.sle at hand.

The sounds were loud but not loud enough to be heard from hundreds of meters, but their repet.i.tion combined with the neighs reached some human ears and forced them to gain consciousness.

"What"s with the smoke? Did some punk light a cigar nearby?"

Some made their way to the ruckus-running spot in haste, forcing Lirzod to stop at his record seventeen throws.

By the time men reached the spot, all they could see were a couple of sparks here and there, but lots of smoke still spread in a zigzag fashion. And to add things to their confusion, two horses were at war.

"What the h.e.l.l happened here?" They split into groups and focused on different elements to consider.

"Crackers?" Seeing the torn paper and dark powder imprints on the floor, some men found out the cause without a fuss while others helped the horses regain their composure.

"So these things made the noises? No wonder the horses were thrown into chaos."

The men tried to calm the horses down. "Why the heck are the tails knotted into a mess?"

"How would I know? Let"s just get on with this and sleep."

"Are you kidding? Someone did a number on these salient horses. If we don"t find the brain behind this, our minds won"t have peace."

The other guy startled. "Yeah, you might be right. My bad." There were many cases where Entries or Hollows secretly kidnapped horses for various reasons. If a horse went missing, the guards were forced to pay the worth of the horse in coins. On the ship, the worth of any pure white horse was its weight in gold.

As they did their work, Lirzod"s lips curled down. (It"s over too soon. Maybe, I"ll come back later.) "Hmm?" At that moment, he glanced down diagonally and saw a minikin amount of smoke coming out from a spot on the haystack. The next second, his eyes enlarged and chest shrank. (You gotta be kidding me.) He wanted to come out, but if he did, he would be found out. If he didn"t, however, the fire would roast him alive.

Before he could come to a decision, the fire grew in size and spread at speed. "Oi, look! Fire!" In no time, it caught many people"s eyes. There wasn"t any water nearby, other than the Dyed Splurge — a drink made from the washing of rice or curry bowls and leftover food — typically fed to the cattle. Because there wasn"t even soil underneath their feet, everyone was forced to throw buckets of Dyed Splurge on the haystack. Worry could be seen on their faces, which came from both smelling that thing and from the thought of paying for the haystack.

However, their efforts went to vain, as the fire didn"t die down, and the haystack made strange cracking noises m.u.f.fled by the dry gra.s.s.

At this point, all the actions of the men slowed down. It was but a small haystack, one among dozens, that they were trying to save. Adding fuel to their thoughts, the Dyed Splurge almost finished, leaving people with no other choice but watch with covered noses as the red blazes rose high into the air, lighting up the locality.

A silhouette slipped past those men and stopped only a couple of feet away from the haystack where the Dyed Splurge hadn"t spoiled the floor. With a wave of the arm, the fire died down in an instant.

"Madam Stussy!" Tens of the workers who have gathered there by then got down to one of their knees. "Please forgive us just this once."

"I"ll overlook it this time." Her voice was obscured by the kerchief masking her nose and mouth. "All of you go and bring enough water to clean this place to the fullest extent," she coldly glanced at the men implanting shivers through the whole of their bodies. Worsted by worry, they abruptly left in a disordered fashion to bring back water. Her arrival simmered down the horses as well.

After everyone left the proximity, Stussy stared at the ashen-turned haystack for a moment before turning away. "Do you like the stench that much?"

Silence replaced every sound in the vicinity for the next few seconds.

Lirzod came out of the haystack, covered in the slimy Dyed Splurge, magnifying the malodor of the surroundings. With burning cheeks, teary eyes, and trembling chin, he ran straight at Stussy. "Miss Snow White! I thought I was going to die!" His arms spread wide open, trying to envelop her in a hermetic bind. However, his arms ended up curling around nothing but air. "Hmm?" Lirzod, still showering sadness out of his face, his eyes looked around until they caught sight of Stussy who was then standing five meters away from him.

"Don"t come near me." Her voice was cold. Lirzod forced out a smile and nodded as his feet came to a halt. "Good. Now tell me, what are you doing here?"

"I... I came to meet you of course," Lirzod laughed, which made some of the slimy liquid enter his mouth. He spat ten times in the next three seconds.

"Why?"

"Just to ask if you ate my stuff or not." His stomach churned as his eyes absorbed her image. However, the smell on his skin didn"t let him slip into a dream, while still standing.

"... Would you have come out if I hadn"t stopped the fire?" Stussy"s tone contained wonder.

"This stuff, even Gouse wouldn"t eat this," Lirzod shook his head as he rubbed the Dyed Splurge off his clothes. His eyes glowed as he looked at her and the line made by his lips curled up at its corners. "I knew you would come and save me."

"Is that why you kept throwing the firecrackers into the fire?" Stussy narrowed her eyes.

Lirzod coughed and his spine bent from the stroke. (She noticed that!) Clearing his throat, he clutched his chest and stood straight. "Those guards were trying to put down the fire, so I was left with no choice."

"No choice?"

"I didn"t know whether they"ll allow me to meet you or not."

"Is that all? Then what about the horses?"

All the lingering glow on Lirzod"s face vanished. (She saw everything!) His heartbeat went up and down in ways it never did before, while his hands covered his face.

"What are you feeling embarra.s.sed about?" Stussy leaked out a tight smile. "Lie one more time, and I"ll throw you into the ocean, I swear."

Lirzod"s chest pained and made him unable to speak. Seeing the girl smiling yet speaking in such a manner, reminded him of many girls whom he failed to get on his side. The thought alone raced his heartbeat and choked him. His feet rooted at the spot, he didn"t know how to react.

"Don"t doubt if I"ll do that or not," Stussy took a step forward, her gaze darting at him. "I mean everything I meant."

Lirzod took a step back, his limbs flailing and heart nearly exploding.

Meanwhile, in one of the corridors, the emotion-exuding Darling Twins were walking away in a hurry, leaving transparent traces of sweat behind.

"We just narrowly escaped with our lives!" Younger Darling sweated profusely from every pore on his body. "How come that little s.h.i.t know HER of all people? I can"t believe we almost picked a fight with a wrong person for a mere couple of sandwiches."

"The Egg G.o.d left our side a little while, that"s why," Elder Darling voice wasn"t as shaky as his brother"s, yet his heartbeat still rang in his ears. "In any case, let"s take care of that Lirzod and get the h.e.l.l out of this deck."

"Yeah. Our deck is the safest spot for us."

Their feet picked up the pace and headed towards the destination which lied somewhere on the tenth deck. They may just be dashing away, but to the onlookers, it seemed like they were dancing, thanks to the jiggling fat on their bodies. It drove them into soundless laughter. To their luck, the brothers" attention never turned to them.

The two of them ended up entering a corridor beautified by decoration and at the moment was crawling with men in masks.