Will of the Heart

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Black World, Familiar Man, and Weakness

My throat was a barren desert. The world I revered was turning black…

Cheza…

What is this? Someone is calling me… I hear my name, but this voice… Who could be calling me? More than the sun, this pierced a hole through my unconscious. Through the cracks in my eyes, I saw him. His jet black hair was a void in contrast to the sun's flame emblazing his being. Those eyes held a knowing gaze: One which could melt, or pierce in an instantaneous moment. I knew, for some reason, that he has always looked upon me with a melting glance. Wait… What's with the always looked upon me? Did I know him?

"Are you Cheza?" The mysterious youth questioned.

"Yes, how do you know my name?" I asked lazily.

"Drink this." He commanded gently.

This familiar taste… Miki's tea! The heavenly concoction found its way to the desert and relinquished it of its dry spell. My eyes closed with ease. Was this man cradling me close? Or was that my imagination. He seemed to mutter something into my ear. I could barely make it out…. It was find Edgar? Or something like that. Edgar is such a unique name… That should be easy to scout out in this village. All of a sudden it was cold, and I was out of reach of the cruel sun. What happened to the sun? Where is that man?

"Cheza, do you want more tea?" a familiar voice questioned.

"Hmm..? Wait. Where is the man?" I feverishly asked.

"You mean the boy who brought you in? He left 2 hours ago. But forget that for now, your health is important. Don't worry about the sheep, I sent Adi over there to tend to them. By golly they are absolutely noisy today. I can hear them from all the way out here!" Miki exclaimed.

How weird. I mean, my sheep were never this unsettled before. That would mean that they have been groaning since early this morning.

"Wait, Miki…Was the boy who brought m in… Edgar?" I asked.

"Yes. How did you know that? Are the two of you friends?" she asked.

"Not in the strictest definition, but thanks Miki, I must take my leave now." I responded hazily.

Miki wore a concerned expression as she walked over to the door and opened it for me. After we said our goodbyes I sauntered out into the streets with a renewed vigor. Miki told me that the person who brought me in was a boy, not necessarily a man. Miki refers to newlywed brides or grooms as children, so her description can't be trusted. It felt like this "Edgar" was going to become very important to me for who knows what reason. A sharp pain branched out from the bump on my head, beckoning me to ponder my weakness earlier. I am as strong as an ox. What was happening to me?