[A/N: Please be patient with this story and stop calling it confusing. It's not fair on the writer. So, Those who are finding it confusing, I request you to come back after 10 days, when almost 10 chapters are done. Then, maybe you'll get a better idea.]
Chapter 3
He roamed more and more into the wilderness, letting his feet drag his body on their own, following the voice. His hands, were going cold, and he was constantly rubbing his half gloved digits together. He still couldn't believe the fact that the servants in that mansion of a house had stared at him as if he had gone crazy. The voice was so crystal clear, it was insanity on their side that they couldn't hear it. His darkened hazel eyes, searched, frantically in the dark green, almost black covers, looking for some clue as to who was the owner of that voice. He couldn't care less that the path he was treading upon was one that nobody took. He couldn't care less that the distinct footpath beneath his feet was turning more and more green, indicating how no civilization could lurk around here. All he wanted was her. Just her.
He felt a weird constriction around his heart suddenly. Something was telling him that it was wrong of him to be here. It almost felt like he was intruding something. The restlessness was gnawing at him, and he heard water splashing nearby. The next instant, he saw, almost watery form of insane mystic.
All he could do was gape.