SWNOVELXO Chapter 7: THE HARNESS
He was home, and it appears his home wasn't even destroyed. But it seemed strange, no one was there.
Not just at his house, but on his street.Throughout the whole block, probably the entire city.
Nobody, not a single soul.
"What the fuck is going on."
He stood there, looking at his house, when something light flipped to his feet and hung there. He glanced down as he saw a piece of newspaper that hugged his feet, held there by the air.
The weather was not so lovely and did not seem to be summer weather. He ignored it though and picked up the newspaper. He unfolded it with mild disinterest and read the first headline, which said:
'Metropolis Invasion Due to Weather Changes'
It didn't make any sense. He kept on looking at the newspaper, but the letters started to blur and he started feeling dizzy. His eyes started turning, and just then, a sharp pain hit his head, identical to the one that normally comes whenever he hears and sees those runes in his mind's eye.
Except this time, he didn't see those runes. But something else was happening in his head. Suddenly, he felt knowledge seeping into his mind, at times calm, like a tranquil creek, but at times it became a deluge like a forceful ocean wave.
Things he didn't know, hadn't even read about, seen, browsed, or heard of, drifted into his head, raw knowledges, maybe from eons ago, about the dimensions about the purpose he was their and many more.
For a few moments, he just stood there, not even noticing whatever was happening around him. His eyes slowly dilated, and his full sight returned. His head was still bent over the newspaper.
Then the letters on it started changing, the ink began to morph one after the other, word by word they rearranged, His eyes widened, and a cold shiver ran through him.
The headline now said…
DAXON SMITH DUCK!
He looked around. Clearly, someone was lurking and had decided to mess with his head, probably his school bullies. Maybe this was Malfoy's idea. Or maybe the Because the Nexer was still angry at him, or worse.
Pondering in deep fear, he had forgotten to do what the newspaper clenched in his hand had said.
Something had hit him, an invisible force, unrelenting and cataclysmic force almost identical to the one thrown at him by the Nexer, sending him almost five miles away from where he was as he tumbled and screeched across the ground.
He kept tumbling and ricocheting through the road and debris until his motion slowed and friction finally halted his shattered momentum.
The pain was now too much. He looked up in the direction of the hit. Nothing was there. He was sure he wasn't going through all this pain just to realize he was being hit by something he could not see.
But he was smarter now. The Nexer had told him he was going to be put to the test. He hadn't thought much about it before, but deliberating over it now, he was sure, it was on.
And whatever hit him could clearly see him, while he could not see it. Astonished at how he could still be alive after taking hits like that, he quickly dragged himself on the floor. He wasn't sure he could stand.
But he needed to act quickly. He needed to hide from that thing, whatever it was,at least to rejuvenate and think. He shoved himself across the ground, the pain tolling on him now, and he felt huffy.
The pain was more on his left leg, which he was sure might have been broken or twisted.
Blood trailed down his mouth as a red hue smeared all over his face. He was a complete mess, and if he didn't opt up his game, he was sure he was going to die.
And that was not how he had planned on dying, at least not without a fight. He crawled behind a house, hoping to buy himself some time there. Now he had to think, to assimilate the knowledge that had gotten into him mysteriously.
He was not in his world. For all he knows, he is in a different dimension, one that only an Unchosen can be in. An Unchosen is a person that has not yet been assigned to the Trinity.
They are sent into the Harness, a place where they are put through tests to determine their worth, their Will type, their potential and then reveal their true selves, to know which unit in the Trinity they belong to.
The Trinity, made by the Twin Lords, is made up of three aspects: the Transcended, the Beyonders, and the Veilbounds. These aspects are made up of people that are mostly strong-willed, few of the average-willed, and none of the weak-willed.
And Daxon knows, with disquieting certainty that he was a weak willed the real question in his mind was; why had they gone out of there system and chose a weak willed which they should be protecting instead.
He knew that something wasn't right. Him been there should be a clear mistake, if not then why didn't the reason come into his mind with the knowledge he gained. And now he is to join the trinity.
These people are sieved out to protect Earth, but before they are put to the task, they undergo tests in the Harness.
Not more than one person occupies a particular Harness, for everyone has their own test, which they must complete on their own. Therefore, the Harness is different for everybody.
In the Harness, the dimension that Daxon is now in, he wonders what his ongoing test truly is, how to tackle it amicably, and which aspect he will be placed in, if he completes his test.
The runes and the voice he had heard in his head now made sense. He thought of what he had, anything he could use, at least to find out what was after him, what he could only tell was an invisible being for now.
But the only thing he remembered he had was a silver spoon. That weapon gnawed him.
"What good would that do me?"
But thinking about how strange everything had seemed since he got there, maybe the spoon could do something. Maybe it had some powers that might be useful.
Now he had to think. He shut his eyes and focused on the runes within. As if on cue, he heard it, the voice, as it was followed by the runes that appeared in his mind's eye. He focused on the weapon earned.
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{{Weapon Earned: Silver Spoon>>
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Focusing harder, the answers came, with the normal female bright voice:
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[Silver Spoon: |Low Grade Spoon|: reflects the unknown, sees the inverted, and Traverses dimensions.]
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Now it made sense. What he thought was so useless appeared to come in handy. He took a deep breath. He wanted the spoon. He needed it. For a short while, he listened to himself, and opening his eyes…
The silver spoon shimmered into existence, right inside his right hand. Daxon stared at it. He could have laughed, at least for the first time in his life, he had solved a puzzle.
But that was not the time, and the puzzle wasn't over yet.
From the edge of the wall at which he hid, he stretched the spoon in a way that he could see the road, angling its reflective surface toward the adjacent street.
The reflection of what was on the adjacent side of the house, could now be seen through the ellipse-shaped path of the spoon.
It appeared that the Harness had been deceiving him this whole time. For what he saw through the spoon was not his street, not his home, and clearly not even a standard city.
What he saw was…