Chapter 220: Chapter 220

Shelby turned sideways to look at her husband and shook her head in disbelief. As if understanding her question, Ian added,

"He’s been asking for some time off for a while, and it’s not like the woods would harm him, so he can stay in there and take that as his time off!"

Shelby’s mouth dropped open, and she decided not to bother with her husband’s statement.

Murray smirked and then asked,

"I wonder why he has not re-appeared though. He should have been able to teleport from there back here."

That was the first time that day that Murray registered a surprise because he had never thought of that possibility. Even Shelby was startled as she had not thought beyond the fact that Currey was trapped in there.

Ian continued, "Looking at the way he is restless in the painting, something must be awfully wrong for him to be there still if his powers worked."

Ian’s analysis was spot on! He was not the chairman at that age for no reason.

He dragged his feet and slumped down on the dirt and insect-ridden floor. He was dead tired.

"Chairman! I take my words back; I do not want the time off and vacation anymore! Please don’t leave me here!"

The place was so creepy that he wanted to cry. For one, it was dead silent. There looked to be insects all around, but he could not hear anything from them. It was as if someone had pressed the mute button.

His cellphone was as good as useless because he had only realized that even the time shown on the screen was not changing, but he had been in that space for a very long time. Currey could also not shake off the feeling of being watched.

"Who’s there?" He shouted into the empty space, and then it occurred to him.

"I am really in the painting, then those two hooded figures who were barely visible should also be here."

Currey got up and then explored that area for his memory of the painting but he found nothing. He had just about given up on walking and exploring. Time was unfathomable in there and he had no idea how long he had been there. However, following the conversation that echoed around him, it seemed that not much time had passed.

There seemed to be no start or end to the place. He had taken his time and walked around and around, trying to find a break in the loop or a path out, but Currey could not.

It had not taken him long to understand where he was and how he got there.

"I’ll kill Murray when I see him! If he had suspected this, why did he let me touch that painting!"

Currey fumed and lay flat on his back.

It was a dead end, and he did not know what else to do. Despite all the research and knowledge he had amassed, he was blank on what he had to do in order to get out.

However, listening to his brother, Currey realized that he had been indeed a bit lucky.

"If the palace is sending people here, it would not be too long before that will happen."

If someone had told him that his mistress could do that with just a painting, he would have laughed into their face because Shelby was just human, but Currey did agree with his brother. ’She is special!’

All his hopes would have to be placed in her now.

Currey crossed his fingers.

"Milady! Do your best and free your humble servant!"

Currey was indeed dead tired. However, after what seemed like a long time, a bright light flooded the whole place where he was,

"What is going on?" Currey shouted as his heart lunched, but he received no response and that was the last thing he remembered before all went dark.

After the two children had left the open field with the painting in the orphanage a little earlier, the scout tried to return but found that the place was swarmed with a lot of people.

’Why did an incident have to happen today of all days when I need to find this fool!’

It never occurred to him to try blending with the crowd to do what he wanted because he did not know how.

The man hovered around almost the whole day, that day, waiting for his counterpart to come. Afterwards, he decided to look for him.

"Where do I even start when I cannot sense him anywhere!" He asked himself and then started retracing his steps. He went to all the favourite places his tracker had dragged them through but could find nothing.

It was very late when he realized that something might truly be wrong, but he could not figure it out.

"I better go back and report!" He abandoned the search and the given mission and signaled to return. They had explicit instructions that he had to follow, and he did.

In another place far away, the skies looked like its usual greyish and dim sight, tinged with red swirls. For some, it was a beautiful sight to behold, but not so much for superstitious people who would think it as being creepy with a tinge of bad omen. The sky space of the Fae world never changed much and remained the same.

It was their normal. It usually casts an invisible pressure on most of them. This made the few who came to the human world think that humans are the weird ones. They had the saying that: ’the human skies could speak to it’s people and was friendly to them.’ Those who had visited the human realm spoke of it in this way,

’They have clear blue skies with large and light dancing clouds. It is so clear without that heavy bear down here, and it’s a delight to see! When the skies dim, it shows that it is night and time to sleep! It shows that it is day and time to go about work when it is bright.

When the skies turn gloomy, it tells that there might be a cry of the heavens when water falls from the skies.... The human skies indeed talk to its people, and it’s a delight to witness that!’

This was usually in a singsong tone, making the younger Fae wish to visit too. Apart from the peculiar skies, giant trees and almost irregular and weird-looking plants graced the small patch of land that was visible across a large expanse of water.

If a human were given a whole look at the land from above, like through an eagle’s eye, one would ask, how do you even get here?

The expanse of water had a still and calm middle, but the surrounding water space was always very turbulent. It was like the land was placed in the calm, like the eyes of the turbulent storm.

In the palace castle, a group of elders and council members had gathered. These were the same people who had met and decided to send scouts and the tracker to the human world. They waited patiently, as the duo who had been sent were due back at any moment.

They had received a notice from the main scout and waited eagerly.

"Are we sure that we do not want to alert the Princes Syla and Simon on this?"

"There is no need. One elderly man stated. Let’s listen to what they have to say before we try to do that. It’s best that we are prepared for anything at all..."

A few murmurs and nods went around the room.

It did not take long for the tired-looking scout to be ushered into the place.

The instructions were clear, and he was not even given the chance for any peasantries.

He took in a deep breath and then started his narration.

It took a long time before he was able to re-iterate everything to them.

"You’ve been away for weeks to months, and you come back with these irrelevant details as your report?"

"You have not been asked to speak!"

"You state that your colleague, the tracker, is nowhere to be found? Was there an attack?" another one asked. They were all very dissatisfied with the information given. They had high hopes for this small expedition, but what they had back was something beyond their expectations.

"Yes, My Lords, I could not find him, and all traces of him were non-existent."

"We believe that he is no more. None of us can sense him."

The man sighed as his worst nightmare was confirmed.

"How powerful was the enemy you encountered...."

That was the whole problem. He had not encountered anyone and had no idea how this had even happened!

He bit his lips, knowing very well that if he said that he did not know what had happened, it was very possible that they would execute him. So, he twisted his words and rather said,

"I think you are right that Prince Roman may be alive. Apart from him, I do not know of anyone with that much power who could subdue our best tracker within a few feet of me, and even enough so that I did not feel a thing!" The man could feel cold sweat pour down his back, especially when he thought of what could have happened if their roles had been reversed.

’What if he had targeted me? What would I have done? Would I have had a fighting chance at all?’

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