Mystery of Janus
Mexcatli sat up and looked around in the dark. His face and body covered in sweat. Mexcatli looked around trying to remember where he was for a second. Yes, we are in the Slor fields just outside of Rosen. Mexcatli said he vaguely remembered getting out Rosen and traveling to this field. The hill was simple enough where they decided to set up camp. It took a second to realize that Janus was at the foot of Lady Lucy staring right back at Mexcatli his frost blue eyes staring at him unblinkingly.
“What sort of dreams do you have?” Janus asked.
“What does it matter to you?” Mexcatli said.
“Well you were moaning like a goat about to give birth until you start screaming like a banshee.” Janus shrugged as he pulled a cigarette from a pocket with a lighter and he lit it up and puffed on it. “Whose Aram? A former lover of yours, funny I thought you were one of those guys who has never had a girlfriend before.”
“Why do you say that?” Mexcatli asked.
“The way you stare at Lucy,” Janus said blowing out the smoke from the cigarette. “You look at her as if she is the first girl you think you actually have a chance with. You had me fooled until just now thinking that you never taken a lover before.”
“Aram and I didn’t get together again until recently.” Mexcatli said truthfully. “We grew up liking each other we recently bumped into each other again and decided to pursue a relationship. That was around the same time I met Lady Lucy.”
“That’s right you Asgardians are a tad weird on that,” Janus said as he puffed on his cigarette.
“What do you mean?” Mexcatli said.
“Legal promiscuity as what I call it.” Janus said sniggering. “Whatever your customs maybe they are your customs. I really don’t care if you don’t think it’s odd that your race sees having more than one partner natural. It’s odd in my eyes and I can say that you have your customs and I have mine.”
“Where the heck are you from?” Mexcatli said realizing that Janus had said “Asgardian” before as if he was a different race, he did look different than male Asgardians, the hawk-like or eagle-like frost blue eyes of his were the most obvious indicator to Mexcatli. Who in the bloody world is this man?
“Perhaps I spoke too much,” Janus said. “Or maybe Foxx hasn’t spoken enough to you. You know not what this whole journey is for you. I suppose it’s best to keep it that way for now.”
“What do you mean by that?” Mexcatli said.
“Worry not about that,” Janus said.
“Then what should I worry about?” Mexcatli said. “Dreaming about locusts swarming and buzzing so loud that it startles me awake and half to death?”
“Is that why you screamed like a banshee?” Janus said cocking his left eyebrow. “Sound so deafening that your ears start ringing and sometimes bleeding after wards?”
“Yes,” Mexcatli said.
“You are an interesting character then Mexcatli,” Janus said.
“What do you mean?” Mexcatli said.
“We have had reports of the pestilence doing that to people before usually they are lunatics when we meet them, and we do not hardly believe them but there are too many reports of this nature. Too many to discredit now.” Janus said. “And here in front of me is a perfectly sane man telling me the same. The pestilence plagues your dreams first before he reaches the planet they say.”
“Who says that?” Mexcatli said.
“People of other worlds.” Janus said looking up when he said that.
“And you know this how?” Mexcatli asked.
“That is for me to know.” Janus said.
“Fine,” Mexcatli said he wanted to ask more about this, but the blue haired man was clearly not going to answer anything directly, so he thought otherwise. Remembering what Aram had told him to ask he said, “Who is Wrath?”
Janus coughed violently he had inhaled a second or two before Mexcatli had asked this question. He clearly was not expecting it. Janus eventually got out of the coughing syndrome that he was in and looked at Mexcatli.
“Who told you about that name?” Janus said.
“That’s for me to know.” Mexcatli said smirking. Ah ha the tables have turned my friend. Who the bloody hell is this Wrath.
“Well whoever told you must have not known my involvement with him.” Janus said. “Or else you would not have asked me directly about him.”
“I remember you said you knew one of them the proud ones as they call themselves, what was his name Xavier?” Mexcatli said and Janus looked at him with his eyebrow cocked. There you go, you sneaky son of a weasel what sort of malevolent plot are you in if you know this being named Wrath?
“Let’s just say that he and I have an awkward past.” Janus said.
“But how?” Mexcatli said he was trying to make sense of it. Xavier was supposedly one of the proud ones and the proud ones were frozen with Pride for a million years but now they are awake, and Janus somehow knows one of them? Unless he is over a million years old, he found that impossible.
“Asgardians don’t have long lives,” Janus said simply. “Your kind ages much faster than some of the sentient beings out in the cosmos. Well I shouldn’t say your kind considering what you, yourself are. I suppose maybe being part Asgardian is what has made you age a bit faster, but then again you still look like a boy entering adulthood. Just like Lucy a girl just entering womanhood.”
“You make no sense.” Mexcatli said.
“No of course I don’t,” Janus said. “Because you don’t understand your own heritage. Bah.”
Janus got up and Mexcatli looked at him.
“Do not leave here without giving me an answer.” Mexcatli said. “Who is Wrath?”
“All you need to know is that he is the prince of Fakirs.” Janus said, and he walked.