Knight Of Pensylon: Rise Of The Cavalier
Chapter 19 - Ghost of Kristoff
*PoV Norman*
"NORMAN!!!" said the woman.
The tep! The tep! The tep!
The girl ran happily towards me and Dad before then holding me like a doll.
Making my chest touch parts of her body that really convinced me that she was really a girl.
"Whoa! Okay, can you please let go of this hug? I'm starting to catch my breath here." I said.
The woman shook her head, and still held me. I'm not kidding, I'm starting to suffocate because of that.
"Victoria.." reprimanded his uncle.
"If I let go of Norman," Victoria looked at me sharply with a grin as if ready to kill me if I fought her. "He'll go far away leaving me again."
This blonde girl is just there. I had only been separated from him for about three days, but he acted as if I hadn't seen him for three more years.
"No, believe me." I said.
"Lied."
"I'm serious, since when do I lie?"
"Norman always lies."
This girl really doesn't want to let me out of her arms or what the hell? My chest is starting to get sick from the lack of fresh air here.
"What are you doing here, Mr. Alexander?" Uncle Victoria asked my father.
Dad cleared his throat for a moment before saying "I just want to see how my villagers have been since the attack three days ago."
Victoria suddenly let go of her embrace, it seemed that this girl also realized that her conversation was getting serious.
"Huft, most fared very badly. Most fared to be slaves, as for the homeless, there are also those who become s-workers"
"Okay, I understand Mr. Alexander." cut off Victoria's uncle before my father could continue.
My father breathed heavily. He seemed to want to complain, and sure enough...
"I can't believe Wheatville was actually attacked when I wasn't there at all. Hadeh, what kind of Village Chief am I? It's bad." My dad touched his forehead.
"Don't blame yourself, Mr. Alexander's. None of us wanted this to happen." Uncle Victoria tried to cheer him up.
"Is that so? Maybe you're right, Mr. Hendrickson." said my father before his eyes were fixed on an object.
A bowl of soup and a loaf of bread that had been infested by flies, right in front of a wooden door painted brown.
"Who's behind that door?" ask Dad.
Mr. Hendrickson glanced at him with a look that seemed sad, as well as his nephew in front of me. Whoever it is must have worried them.
"Christopher." answered Victoria.
WHAT'S?! CHRISTOPHER HE SAID?! THAT FUCKING KRISTOFF IS ALIVE?! THANK GOODNESS!
Huft, to be honest. When the news of the Wheatville attack three days ago reached my ears, I was devastated. Why so? Because I thought I was going to lose both of my best friends.
However, this morning I was planning to visit Mr.'s residence. Hendrickson, I can be a little bit more relieved that Victoria survived.
That's why, of course, when I heard Victoria say Kristoff was alive. I immediately smiled widely as I rushed to the door of his room.
"Hey, Kristoff! It's Norman! Praise the Soul of Pensylon you survived. I thought you were dead at first, man!" me thronging him.
How strange.
Kristoff didn't answer me at all. I thought she was going to come straight out of her room and hug me just like Victoria just now.
But the only answer I got from him was silence for a few seconds. What happened to this kid?
Geck! Geck!
Uncle Victoria knocked on the chocolate door and said, "Christopher, Norman and his father are here. Don't you want to say hello to them?"
"Leave me alone."
God, dragon, what happened to you, man? It was Kristoff's voice, but from his tone it was not the Kristoff I knew.
Kristoff is usually childish, naive, and imaginative, and his tone is often fickle.
That's why I can't believe that the man with the flat tone behind this door is really Kristoff.
Was he still mad at me because I left him at that time?
Or is this related to yesterday's attack?
Or both of them?
"Christopher, son. I came to see you, can I come in?" said My Dad.
"Hey Kristoff, what's wrong with you?" I ventured to ask.
A question that was a big mistake, because I didn't expect that the answer I received would be very high-pitched.
"HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU, NORMAN?! MY NAME IS NOT KRISTOFF!!! MY NAME IS CHRISTOPHER HAMILTON!!!"
After that shout, the entire building was silent for a few seconds before I could hear it. The sound of sobbing from behind this door.
Kristoff started crying, something I never imagined. She is childish, she cries quite often in my opinion.
But this one is different.
His crying was not the same as when he was brought up by Spirit and hid him in the barn of the Rivers Family.
Nor was it the crying when Victoria and I laughed at him and mocked him when he fell off the horse for the first time.
This cry, it felt really much more painful for me to hear.
"Hiks... Christopher... Hix... Hamilton.." his voice is unclear because punctuated by sobs every few moments.
"Normany."
Victoria called out to me, her head moving to the kitchen of this house. I understand what it means, more or less...
"There's something I need to talk to you about, but in the kitchen, right?"
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"For the Soul of Pensylon..."
That was my reaction after Victoria explained to me what had happened to Kristoff.
It was truly cruel, especially for a fourteen-year-old child like him. Losing my family and home in one night in such a vile way, my poor friend.
I mean, Victoria even saw what happened to Mr. Hamilton. Just imagine that I feel so bitter that I almost cry, let alone see it myself.
Honestly, after Victoria told me about it, I felt guilty for leaving Kristoff and Victoria the day before.
"When I found him, he was in very bad shape. On his shoulder was a stab wound, and his entire face was covered in blood mixed with white liquid that smelled the same.
In addition, he also had a chance to mess with me about a strange symbol and vowed to kill anyone who had the emblem. It's so sorry for him."
"God the dragon.." I said.
"That day, he temporarily stayed with me and Uncle. But for these three days, he never came out of his room except when he wanted to pee.
Christopher rarely drinks, let alone eats. You saw the stale food in front of the door, didn't you?"
I can no longer speak. My eyes began to glaze over at him, imagining his poignant asceticism it was all for my friend that one to the point that he became like this.
"Oh, Pensylons. What he's done until you make his fate that way." said Victoria.
Tep. Tep. Tep.
Uncle Victoria came to us, she walked slowly as if she did not want to make a sound.
"What's up, Uncle?" ask Victoria.
He used his hand to hint at us to approach him, before the moment we got close then he whispered softly...
"Christopher opened the door to his room..."
The sentence contained only five words, but those five were enough to make me and Victoria rushed to where Kristoff's door was.
Of course be careful not to make any noise because Uncle Victoria told us not to make any noise.
The door is really open. The stale soup and bread in front of the door itself was gone (it was thrown away maybe?), there was only my father there looking towards the inside of the room with a surprised look.
As soon as Victoria and I saw her, we were both just as shocked as my father was. Why so? There are less than three reasons.
First, Kristoff's room was a complete mess. So messy, I can't tell which one is a mattress and which one isn't. It was like a broken ship (his grandfather's book said).
Second, on the wall of the room there are many scribbles of ink. It forms a strange image similar to the letter "S".
I think this is the weird symbol Victoria meant before. Like Kristoff was completely obsessed with this S emblem because they were everywhere in his room.
Third, the color of her hair changed. THE HAIR COLOR HAS CHANGED. What magic is this really?
How could Kristoff who originally had jet black hair like Spirit, now have white hair as white as gray as an elderly?
But forget about it, I just focused on Kristoff who was standing daydreaming glancing at the view outside the window that was actually covered by the walls of the city of Muson (the Victorian residence is in the suburbs)
On her shoulder was a bandage that Victoria said her Uncle had given to Kristoff. I believe the bandage really should be replaced because as I remember the color of the bandage is still good condition it is not deep red.
His face also makes me feel sad. On the edge of her eyes I could see traces of tears, surely because she was crying a lot.
Moreover, his gaze was blank, his jaw was trembling small, and his body was completely lethargic. It feels like the one in front of me is not the real Kristoff, but the ghost of Kristoff.
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