FOUR
Berrall. Looks closely at me.
I questioned him. He seemed confused. As if he has never spoke English or spoke to any man.
As a human I have no concept to step out of my own understanding. Humans have an ability to limit what is possible around the constraints of our arrogance. Ego tends to lead. We compare our ideas and thoughts around what we know and see daily. There have been scientists, philosophers, and the average human to question everything. You must ask why. I have always been a disruptor. I asked and I want to know and I’m sure my conviction and anger boiling in my gut was now showing. Trying to keep a quite self-assured demeanor.
It seems he knows my thoughts before I ask. The awareness of this man? This being saved me from monsters. Why?
This for all I know seems like a man. I learned this world is based on science and facts. Yet everything I have learned and read about is completely out the window at this point.
His voice shakes my body when he speaks. How he reaches my unconsciousness. How his tone resonates it seems he is speaking to me without needing what I perceive as language.
How have you come upon this power that you know nothing of??
In my limited ability to tell him I am just me. I do not know what you are asking. I have no power it isn’t real to me I only think of books and movies that a fantastical and clearly non-existent. People have made all this up, right?
He stops me with that laugh that you can hardly hear. It hits my feet first and slowly climbs up my body as if you were watching an avalanche start to crash down a mountain towards you. No visible change in him but a slight upturn on the corner of mouth. Now shaking me to my core. Feeling as if my bones were going to shake out of my body.
I’m dumbfounded, unable to tell him anything. To say the least I have nothing to say. He starts to speak. Already knowing I am merely a mosquito compared to me, I am nothing and what has been given to me is something I cannot comprehend. I feel small yet significant stirring in my stomach and what I still do not believe had happened is a power that came from somewhere. And it is now burning through my thoughts and body.
Silence lingers between us …
As I take in what is going on I am naked and man larger than any man I have known. A man that just in his gaze and tone I knew was something I did not want to mess with. As if he was carved out of stone. A voice that is ethereal. A strength that poured out of him. His words hit me. They hit me harder than a train hitting a car at full speed.
You Adddumm have been given this power. I do not know why or how you have fallen to this power, yet you are the one that wields the influence. With this you have choices that will come to you.
I cut him off. Listen Beralll or whatever your name is I did not choose this.
Insignificant little human you may have not chosen this but the powers the light have chosen you. I need to know why, I need to know what this power sees in you.
I do art, I said slowly, I carve and make things that people may like. I draw I just am a simple man. I have a family and a home. Well, I said stopping I had one if this is actually happing. I carved a damn stick and threw some stones in it because I liked how it looked. What do you need to know beyond that.
Aadumm. He struggled to say my name and I smirked. Who is this if he cannot even say my name correctly. in my head I just laughed. a being I have never seen something beyond my imagination yet he cannot say my name?? Ha, maybe this isn’t the way to get my answers.
I regretted that thought immediately. Berrall not in a way that was grotesque. But fluid and fast. If I had blinked, I wouldn’t have seen the change. A second later I was faced with a beast. Something I cannot truly convey in words. Snarling and growling brought me to my knees.
Tell me who you are how have you gained this power!!!
I fell into myself I coward before him I begged and pleaded try to express how little I knew. I have no idea. I carve sticks all the time. I woke up to something in my room 2 days ago and now this stick seems to have a hold of me I cannot explain at all. I’m burning my house down throwing power from my chest to crush a 20-foot-tall door. I can see something and logically it’s connected to me in a way I truly cannot understand.
As quickly as he became the beast I saw snarling at me, and booming his question. As quick as he changed before, he was a man again.
Terrified and utterly helpless to his voice and now paying more attention than I had. Listening now.
This hulking man before me went from anger and frustration that was there only moments before. Something in him had stopped him as if he never had to restrain any thought before. His face now conveyed compassion. Seemingly he now had all the answers he needed without a word spoken in explanation.
As Berrell begins to speak to me in his low rumble of a voice. He asks for my staff and looks over it very carefully. His hands and eyes roam up and down as he settles in some of the carvings, nodding slowly as if resolving his own uncertainty. His thumb covers a stone the size of a golf ball, which in my head made me take in how massive this man was. I had found and placed stone into my stick. He closed his eyes, and for a few minutes just stood there. I could feel his lungs as he breathed like far of fumble of thunder as his chest moved up and down. Opening his eyes, now filled with what I felt was astonishment.
This stone where did you get it. Where did it come from.
I was confused yet I told him it was in the river. I thought it looked cool and thinking back I remembered that in some way I had no idea how or when that stone made into my pocket. Thinking it is just that simple. Finding it and picking it up, however I do not recall how in the hell I got this stone. Had I found it in the river? When the hell did, I find it?
The very deep black stone was smooth and not a perfect circle yet was very symmetrical, when you investigate the black of this stone there are streaks of purple and yellow. Noticeable only the longer you stare the vibrancy of the colors come out and seem to swirl around and mix as if you were looking at a galaxy far far away.
He seems to once again sense my thoughts without saying anything, he tells me that this is light. A light that has chosen you to guide it.
I am a man, a human being. I have constraints on my understanding, in that moment I realized how small I am and yet felt connected to something that was larger than anything I could think was possible.