88th of Winter, 511AV (Flashback,solo)
Location: Dark isolated streets of Zeltiva
Wind roared and twilight hugged the coast city of Zeltiva. The skies in a matter of chimes changed its color orange to dark blue. The sun had just set, and it was like a typical day to Jibril. Nearby, a lamppost wrapped in cobwebs flashed its remaining light, giving a chilling effect to the corner walls. It was indeed a very freezy day. The place is a very quiet one, there was only the sound of the wind gust whistling and carrying the city dust. None of the citizens of Zeltiva was present in that small area. It seems pretty unusual to have a ghostly place like this in one of the busiest cities. The very narrow passageway leads to a small vacant lot where flies and varies of insects feast the garbage piles. Wearing just his rough torn clothes covered with some rusty stains and dried mud, Jibril was sitting on a wooden container box which aligned one of the walls of an empty old house at the small passageway. His ragamuffin way back then and possessed nothing, It was hard to be a nomadic without anything and especially money. He observed and gazed nearby vicinity whether there was someone else. Later on when his sure that no one watches him, He placed the stolen pieces of goods, good in one week of time, on top of the wooden box. He suddenly raised up his upper body, tiptoeing his feet, reaching the lowly hanged fatigue set of clothes by his lengthy flawless left arm in the stiffen thick cords of wire, approximately six feet above the ground. In a little while, he done some ocular inspection and made sure that if it’s still wearable and was in good condition. A sleeveless top, light trousers and a pair of some sort like combat boots, the owner seemed a soldier or perhaps a member of the city’s wave guards. Thieving and scavenging were his way of living. Though, sometime he wasn't able to eat in a day as a consequence of being compassionate and resisting these kinds of acts.
He was enjoying, savoring, and eating a couple of juicy red apples when a weird swirling electrifying dimensional door appeared opposite to his. It emitted a wooden oak 6 feet long staff. The electrifying hole threw a maroon-hooded man next recklessly, he collapsed down the stony surface but quickly found his balanced and got his oak staff. Jibril watched the mysterious hooded man carefully. He put aside what was in his mouth and gone for his waterskin. Still in shocked, Jibril managed to opened his water container, and positioned his right palm within the opening, releasing small amount of faint ash-color glowing Res that attracted the fresh liquid inside of it. The hooded man quickly turned up and did an incantation in his own strange language. As Jibril made some series of circular motions with the water floating around his body, the hooded man took steps until there were just few meters apart. Jibril and the wizard turned to meet the eyes of one another…
“Gave it back!” the hooded man ordered in his husky tone in a human language, pointing his staff toward the stolen goods on top of the wooden box.
Jibril made a worried look, and exhales deeply lowering his head. He pondered whether he will return back the goods or maybe he could enable to run through this old eerie hooded wizard.
Eventually, Jibril wasn't able to answer back. The wise old wizard jumped into the thought concluding that the young man doesn't wanted to return the stolen stuff. He then used his hypnotism to outwit the amateur thief. In a sudden, Jibril and the wizard gone to a temporary trance state like a transparent fiber was connecting their gazes. Jibril, unaware of what was happening felt a burning sensation within his spines rising through his neck’s back. Dizziness strikes through his head. His Res began to disappeared, and all of the floating molecules of water surrounding his body splashed the ground with a splat. When he tried to make some efforts to move, he was knockdown badly by an invisible force.