It was getting reoccurring, becoming a daily routine. At first, he paid little or no attention to it. But the voice kept calling him. Was it a dream or a trance? Jay was confused. Last night saga was the most frighten and curious of all. It was midnight. The moon was glowing bright, surrounded by dozens and scores of stars.
The birds of the air were no longer creeping, perhaps they were fast asleep. Only the vertical movement of the trees due to the excess effect of the wind could be heard, roaring so obvious. Marcel! The voice echoed, drilling deep into Jay ear. Marcel, the voice called again, stressing it length with a different pitch of autotune.
Jay squeezed his face in anxiety but with his eyes closed. He struggled relentlessly on the bed, folding his fist and vibrating his leg like an epileptic man. One would presume he was been possessed by a legion of demon. He rosed up from the bed, sweating so profusely like an athlete who just embarked on a marathon race.
His heart raced so fast like that of a chased monkey. The dizziness in his face sequentially faded away. His sight were clear open. What sought of voice was that? It sounded so familiar to that of the spirit of the valley. But he wasn't sure, he felt inconclusive.
The voice kept echoing the name MARCEL! The spirit of the valley once made it clear about his spiritual name. Jay was confused, what was all this. When did he became so attached with the spirit world. He cracked his brain, trying to figure out the mystery behind the name MARCEL.
The name Marcel Carries power. According to the myth, the names marcel indicates a great and young warrior.
Jay was troubled. He felt lost and confused. He needed someone to share his predicament.
Cole heaved a sigh after listening to the kid thoroughly. He could feel it. Jay shoulder were heavy , weighing as much as a giant rock. On them were spears and daggers, rocks and large mountain. But it was his destiny. The young warlock was the liberator.
He was even regarded has the epitome of strength and peace. An embodiment of light. The universe had produced a rare evolutionary gene. A kid has precious as the eye of the creator.
When next the voice echoes and call your name, do not hesitate. Arise on your feet and follow it direction, Cole advised Jay. The day travelled by, sequentially submitting it duty to the night.
Jay was on his bed, he feels more comfortable now. He no longer sleeps on a wooden bed anymore. Although, the bed wasn't as cosy as he wanted but half bread was definitely better than none. He roamed about the bed, changing position per seconds. His body temperature rose, waiting hastily and anxiously for the arrival of the unknown.
The night got darker, dimmer enough for the toad to creep. Jay tried everything possible to wage war against the night but his eyes and nature cheated him. As loud as a blowing trumpet, he snores carelessly, traveling miles away into the kingdom of sleep. Marcel! The voice roared his name. Jay drifted his body to the upper side of the bed, leaning downward on his belly but still fast asleep.
Marcel, the voice called again captivating Jay eardrum with a larger resonance. Jay rosed up from the bed, turning up the lantern in his room. Marcel! The voice echoed the third time.
Who are you? Jay asked. Come with me young warlock, the voice replied. For some reason not known to Jay, he obeyed and trusted the words of the unseen voice.
The breath of the voice felt like a roaring storm powerful enough to erupt a tornado. Where were they going. Maybe the question was, what in particular was the voice going to show him? No matter how hard he break open his brain, he always ended up clueless. The voice walked him down the street. It was extremely dark.
No sane mortal should be seen passing by at such ungodly hour. The darkness and silence of the night made him realize that the world is nothing but an empty vacuum without human existence. At day, it glows so bright. The lively existence of humanity makes the day fun to see but can the same theory be applied to the darkest part of the night? It was void, silent and dark.
He wonders why spirit do move at night. Why not walk and move during broad daylight. He kept thinking about weird things that even he, don't have an answer to. The voice kept echoing out in heavy breath, sounding so loud like a pendulum bell. The voice vibrated, aiming it sound towards the palace gate. Jay was taken aback, perhaps astonished.
Was this not the palace, he thought. Of course it was! Why are you taking me to the palace, he asked, lacking knowledge of the voice intention. Just follow me, the voice echoed. Jay restrained. There is no way I'm going into the palace at this dead night. Do you want to get me in trouble, Jay asked with his arms wide open.
Anyone who sees him will surely mistake him for a madman, considering his conversation with the thin air. But something felt very odd and unusual. The palace guard protecting the four wall of the gate were fast asleep, snoring like a comfortable bush pig. This got Jay thinking. Why were they sleeping on duty? The voice must have enchanted their eyes, making them to fall into a deep sleep.
Although Jay had doubt and fear oscillating around his heart but he just have to know what reason he was summoned by the mysterious voice in the mist of this dead night. It was his first time diving so deep into the palace quarters. It was a beauty to behold. Everywhere glitters so clean. It was so radiant, shining in sparkles.
Unlike Cole apartment which was the absolute opposite of the palace beauty. He wondered why Cole never lived an extravagant and flamboyant life. Considering the fact he had the money, influence and resources. Perhaps they were puzzles he would solve some other day.
The voice kept echoing, taking Jay as far as the third underground basement.
Jay was surprised. He never knew such place in the palace was in existence. The basement door was secured with heavy padlock only to break open at the whisper of the voice. The voice yearned louder, it seem more closer and firm. Right in front of his eyes was the trident, placed safely inside the golden glass.
Marcel! The trident calls. Jay was speechless! It was the trident calling him all along. His eyes suddenly turned yellow the moment his eyeball made contact with the trident. He felt a sudden rush of power in his adrenaline. The trident glows, sparkling so bright and adorable.