The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 297: To Meet The Future Winner

Chapter 297: To Meet The Future Winner

MOON

The man’s fingers were tucked in the pocket of his pants carelessly, his eyes taking on a mysterious hue that Yaren couldn’t quite place.

He squinted as he tried to remember why the man seemed familiar. That was when it clicked in his mind; during the first tournament, he had observed that the man was in Fionna’s team. Not only that, but he was probably the one that found the four items that caused their team to win.

"Do you not remember me?" The man said, almsot casually. But as far as Yaren was concerned he might as well have been talking with nails in his mouth.

When Yaren didn’t respond, the man continued. "I am Fionna’s friend."

"I do not believe the Red Hand has a friend," Yaren said coolly, his eyes appraising the man. He had never cared to look closely at any of the contestants, not even Caspian Vampage that persistently bugged him.

But this time around, he was forced to look the man before him twice. No, it wasn’t so much as being, it was almsot like the man intentionally manipulated Yaren into making him look him over twice.

Like his silent footsteps, and the fact that he walked without making a sound was all there for a reason... for Yaren to notice.

"Well, Fionna is special. And for someone as special as she is you surely do not believe that her notion of friendship would be anymore enigmatic as the term itself already is." the man said with a shrug, coming to a stop just few feets away from Yaren.

The man was no short man in the least, but compared to Yaren, it wouldn’t be quite offensive to call him short for his head barely reached Yaren’s chest.

A rough estimate showed than the man might be a measly five foot eight or five foot nine while Yaren stood at a towering six foot four.

"I was saying," the man continued, apparently not perturbed by Yaren’s persistent silence, "the Labyrinth is quite breathtaking no?"

"The Labyrinth?" Yaren repeated slowly simply to humor him.

"That artificial garden," he responded while Yaren glued his stare back at the flower garden that had suddenly been moved overnight to the Capital Square.

The man lowered his voice as if he was about to tell a secret, "I’ve it on good word that the Tiger Wolf of the South are inside the mazes. I wonder what the rules of this test would be like," he mused.

"You’ve it on good word?" Yaren repeated. He was beginning to feel that was an uncouth habit he had acquired that night, and he suspected it started when Fionna decided to meet him of all things.

"Fine, you caught me there. I was actually among the first to arrive here. So you could say I saw the finishing touches of this beautiful—but surely lethal— construction."

"What Door were you?" Yaren inquired although he was by no means interested to hear his answer. No, he was merely curious as to why the man approached him and was telling him the stuff he was spewing.

There was a certain intentionality to his actions, and Yaren couldn’t place his fingers on it, but the man possessed something that resembled a hostile aura. Like he held a grudge against Yaren.

"Door Six; contestant number one. And probably the first winner this test saw."

Ahh, and he was a cocky one. And not the kind that was in your face, preaching their achievements. But the really cool ones that felt they never needed to prove their capabilities because it was just there on their face for anyone to see.

More successful contestants had started to trickle into the Capital Square, but Yaren didn’t pry his eyes off the man that was before him.

"Door Six? That must be the door of the past." Yaren said cockily.

"You even know which door it is?" The man said with voice filled with an undertone of mock awe.

"Know they enemy and all that shit."

"Ah... I find you very impressive, Yaren NorthSteed. Whenever would I attain the level of due diligence that you have?

Again, the mockery was there in his words. Was this man trying to provoke him? Especially in view of that fact that he was sure the man was aware that due diligence only required stretching one’s hearing to hear what everyone rattled on about their test.

It was truly very easy for Yaren to find out what most Doors represented and was tagged as. Just the same way he knew that Fionna had been posted to the Door of Happiness.

"And who might you be? I haven’t gotten a name."

"Orphana from the West don’t usually have a name; but I am called The Sighter if you must know."

The Sighter? And he was from the West.

"I take it that you enjoyed delving into your past in the Mirrors," Yaren jabbed at him nonchalantly. The man might be a bit of mystery to him, but he knew a man who carried a scarred past when he saw one. And this Sighter man was just one such man.

It was in the eyes... in his brown eyes. Although appearing nonchalant, Yaren was still able to sight the demons that swirled behind those glass orbs of his.

The man didn’t react viscerally to the jab, and Yaren took a quick mental note of that.

"Nothing enjoyable about an orphan’s past. What about you? How did facing your longings leave you?"

Yaren scoffed lightly at the return at the jab. "Only a mad man holds onto his past longings."

The man smirked. "It is good to know that there’s a brilliant mind who thinks just as I do."

"Is that so? Considering how we might analyse why you’ve approached me, I don’t think we will be in agreement with what you just said."

The man smiled broadly, and it was the most unnatural thing Yaren had seen that day. "Just to make small talk with the future winner of this tournament."

Yaren ignored the words while watching as Fionna approached from behind the Sighter. She didn’t look anything like she was once did before the test, and Yaren knew that he must have had it harder than they all did.

How ironical—hers was afterall the Door of Happiness.

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