Illusive Eden - He Pretends He's the Hero

"You're lying." Neva argues, surging through his twinkling eyes. "I'm not." He stirs his head hazily, eyes threaded secure. Neva once more drifts her head over his sturdy chest. "Then enlighten me." She murmers, familiar with those eyes purifying verity.

"My father was an agent of EIS. He did missions, within each corner of the world if protection for the country called. There was one mission, he disguised to be a drug dealer the target was supposed to meet up with." He pauses for a moment, glancing down at the frozen woman.

"Why did you stop?" Neva asks, curious eyes raising to peer up at him. He smiles, "I thought you were asleep." She lays still, as he kisses the top of her head, where the long wavy, onyx hair creepers serriedly.

"Carry on with your story." Her whirling voice utters, and so he does...

More than two decades before, Keith Lei travelled to the west in a country named Lazar for a mission. The thirty–five year old disguised himself as a drug dealer their target Don had supposed to meet up with.

Seizing the drug dealer's identity, he trailed along alone and through Silicia village. The storm brewing close, the destination far flung, he opted for a shelter in a homestay around for the night.

Through the haze of swirling dust, his sight could discern the faint golden gleam flowing from the homestay. Regardless of the sustenance the scenery would bring, the sky and earth had taken a drastic dynamic.

On either side of the slender mire street, lay river Tintern. Clouded lush wild bulrush fringing the river, and a white Audi accelerating through the street. Along the ground of a humid June, the black clouds allied over.

The lightning bolt patterns a tree branch, filtering the clouds—illumimating ashen and blue.

The thunder rumbling close follows by, rain rages down on the mortals. Churns the twigs, whirls the leaves, trashes broken tree branches. And there, Keith Lei's car halts abruptly. He attempts to start it again and further. Sighing out in exasperation, ahead he peers at the homestay reeling. The crack of a car possesed by the drug dealer.

He decides to race to his feet, he opens the door with none umbrella on. And when he places his shoe on the muck, floundering wind and threshing rain whips him cruel. Crawling one's skin, Agent Black could hear the blaring wail of an infant. Wrestling to be perceived through the intense of a howling storm.

The vigilant Agent Black searches round, his keen ear regards the spring of the cry. As his feet routes to the source, he gasps in shock.

Through the lavish of tall green bulrush, flood sweeping the shore, an ark made of reed trundles out the rushing river.

A child weeping woefully, Keith Lei lunges to the ark faring further. His pants and priceless shoes pulverized in water, in his hands he holds an infant crying in the ark of reed.

Climbing on the safe surface, he warms the cold baby, wrapped in a white soaked garment, close to his chest. He had rest the infant under the harbor of his car, now he peers around for the mother or the father.

Countless thoughts racing round, he finds a young woman unconscious beneath the lush tall bulrush.

And thus, he carries the woman in his arms, glimpsing down, he muses to himself, the condition of the bleeding woman, who wears a very pretty face.

He arranges an apothecary, caring the night for the two frail mother and son. The next morning, he winds away leaving the unconscious woman to trample down at the Don who had joined plans with a greater unnamed politician, venturing to bombard a state of Erriador.

The man who profess to care for the citizens, in his possession is a mysterious detonator and it's secret code—dreaming to destroy Erriador.

Victorious in the mission, the elite Agent Black with a warm heart tugged by the aware, poor mother and son he rescued, purposes to take them to his home in Erriador.

When Rhett was done with his life story, Neva wide awake, eyes with sleep long flown away, palms lay on his chest, chin over them, deeply, she peers at him.

"Not sleepy anymore?" He chuckles, she shakes her head. "Your father took you both in. And then?" Neva deeply indulged in his tale inquires.

"Well of course, he grew feelings for my young mother, and I came along. She was fine after a month, they got married, but soon Mom passed away four months later." He reveals, his mother injured deep, departed away five month before his first birthday.

"I'm sorry Rhett." She says, her eyes saddened. He shakes his head, chuckling his sorrow away.

"Let's sleep, alright?" He says, tightening up his hold on her. She hums in response, astonished and aching for his fall—deeply swaying her emotions.

"Wait, what was the name of the river?" Up she squirms, moving up to his eyes, suffused through his adventurous life tale.

"Tintern?" His orbs in thought laces with her.

"Yes Tintern. I feel like I've heard it somewhere." She remarks.