You’re Lord Reverie, aren’t you?
I immediately went back to my senses, taking the words he said in.
I didn’t even have a clue on who this "Lord Reverie" is!
Then, a hint sparked in my mind.
Rummaging through my pockets, I eventually found my patient chart.
Since I still had a hard time speaking, I simply gave it to Bunny.
Every time I spoke it seemed like vomit was rising up my throat.
"Huh."
Bunny looked at the folded paper, then to Four-Eyes, before unfolding it.
They took a good look at it.
"You’re Regulus then," said Four-Eyes to me.
Then, he jerked his head to Bunny.
"Reverie is Reverie."
Bunny looked disappointed.
"You shouldn’t give out your name just like that," he thudded the chart to my chest. "Wouldn’t want you getting hexed."
[Braham Lee will remember that.]
[Horace Jameson will remember that.]
The tower was beginning to look larger and larger as we grew near it.
The silence was unnerving.
I wasn’t even aware why I was still following them.
I asked this and was responded to by Braham "Bunny" Lee.
"Mages are rare, you know. Recipes are expensive, much less their ingredients."
I didn’t understand a word he had said.
"It’s either you get eaten by a wild behemoth and turn them into even larger monsters than they are or be fed to a human which is much, much more pleasant."
My face dropped in horror.
Horace "Four-Eyes" Jameson smacked Bunny’s shoulder.
"Or! Or you get trained into a proper mage!"
"Um," I said. "What is a mage?"
Bunny scoffed.
"Wouldn’t you wanna know."
Four-Eyes smacked his shoulder.
"Regulus—"
Four-Eyes stopped talking.
The silence of the blue world was oddly serene. I could fall asleep here forever.
The spectacled boy looked around cautiously. He watched the crevices.
"...we don’t know who’s listening. When we get back to Babel, we’re giving you an alias."
Babel?
"What’s Babel?’
Bunny snorted. It was a snort that could possibly sound like a disgusting choking of someone’s saliva.
"Awful lot of questions, you have, Reggie."
"He’s an amnesiac, Bun. He can’t help it."
"Oh, yeah. I forgot."
Four-Eyes shrugged.
"That’s his line."
It was nearly night.
After hiking for more than three hours, I had stopped counting.
It made me question if automobiles existed in the current world.
I didn’t think gas stations still worked, so I shoved the idea.
The moon had turned red by sundown. It was a fascinating sight.
Earlier, I was explained to by Four-Eyes on the current state of the world.
Two years ago, the world ended.
Then, the current survivors were waiting for the first "play."
Whatever that means.
It was a difficult thing to predict, but according to a certain "prophet" the clues were in books.
Holy books.
However, in a world where people worshipped angels and deemed gods as blasphemous against nephilim, written scriptures were difficult to find.
Prophets were those who owned libraries.
In their libraries were one of a kind manuscripts and ancient writings.
"So," said Bunny, "in other words, the rich win."
Four-Eyes sighed.
"I don’t like it too, Bunny. But we have to follow them to survive. In their hands are the prophecy"
Bunny hummed.
We were stationed at an abandoned train station.
While we had planned to find shade under an abandoned building, this was the nearest and possibly safest, for the buildings were just begging to crash.
The bulbs were still working decently so I managed to find my way inside. The station seemed to have been flooded but dissipated as there were still remaining puddles of water.
There were less than a dozen people around us, including a child and a mother.
We were too tired to discuss, so after proving our friendliness, we looked for shelter.
I called dibs on the subway train and immediately collapsed once I entered, which had cushioned seats that I decided to lay on.
[Regulus, who had been tired and restless, dozed off into a dreamless sleep.]
I could have sworn that a white figure was looking down on me. I felt its cold, cold touch on my cheek.
When I awoke, the train screeched as it turned on.
"Aha, Reggie."
Bunny called for me once I woke up.
He was in the train driver’s cab, fiddling with the buttons.
I walked to him groggily, yawning and still sleepy.
"You better not get us killed..." I said.
There was warm blue moonlight coming out of the staircase that led above.
"That’s what I said," snarked Four-Eyes.
"Oh, come on! Haven’t you got any trust in me?"
I crossed my arms upon arriving at the cab.
"We only met, but I for sure don’t."
"We’ve known each other for years, but I still don’t," added Four-Eyes.
Bunny put his hand on his chest where his heart was and acted hurt.
"Painful..! So painful!"
It was a very nice morning, indeed, if we put the situation that we were in the middle of an apocalypse aside.
The air was slightly chilly and crisp despite being underground and the wreckage of the world.
We basked in the silence for a long moment.
"Where are we off to now?" I asked.
"Babel."
By then, I put two and two together and assumed that the tall tower I’d seen beforehand was Babel. It was the only tower around, anyways.
The image of the tower piercing the moon was set on my mind.
"With this train?"
The train was ragged and seemed to be scarcely used in the past few years.
Bunny shrugged.
"Would you rather walk another five hours?"
"Urgh..."
The thought enraged me. Well, nothing that strong of a word, but it still irritated me to an extent.
"Okay," I said, giving in. "You know how to drive, do you?"
"My friend," said Bunny, "I can do anything if I try!"
Four-Eyes stifled a laugh.
"He just read the manual a few minutes ago."
We’re dead.
Just then, the flickering light outside of the train was blocked by a figure—figures. There were multiple of them.
I turned around.
A small crowd of people were knocking on the train’s windows and door.