Tides: Years of Dawn

Gareth was waking up in the dark.

No, he didn't know if it was night, because he realized he was wearing a hood.His hands and feet were tied up, and he was leaning against a cold wall.He felt it carefully, and felt that the ground he was lying on was slightly undulating.

He was probably at sea.

He whistled, and another lump next to him bumped into him.

"Here I am," Tristan said in a low voice, "you move up a bit."

Hearing that Tristan was beside him, Gareth was relieved a lot.He was about to move, but hesitated again—"Which... which side is up?"

"...my voice side." Tristan said.

So Gareth squirmed and moved towards his feet.While shrinking the belly that had been raised inadvertently, he kicked his legs.After a few steps, he felt Tristan's hand touch the hand tied behind his back.

Tristan moved quickly on the knot on his wrist, but strangely, after pulling for a long time, Gareth still didn't feel his hands loosen even a little bit.

"Can you do it? If you can't, I'll do it." Gareth complained, and he was about to reach the knot on Tristan's wrist.

Unexpectedly, Tristan cursed inwardly—"Damn it, this is a fucking magic rope!"

"What rope?" Gareth responded, moving his fingers like Tristan.They've gotten out this way many times, and most of the knots are no problem for him.

But it was strange, the knot seemed to be alive, although the fingers could not feel its elasticity, but every time it opened a little gap, it would become tighter again.

"It's okay, don't do it, it can't be solved." Tristan said, moving his wrist, motioning Gareth to stop.

When this kind of rope binds a person, it is like stepping into a swamp. The more you struggle, the deeper you sink.Now Tristan felt that his hands were congested from being strangled, and if this continued, Gareth would probably have to use up his hands.

His hands are still used to hold the gun and the "gun", if it is not flexible, it will be troublesome.

"I told you to stop!" Tristan cursed, shaking more violently as he spoke, forcing Gareth to stop being smart.

Then Tristan started to move, and he kept bending his waist and kicking his legs, as if he was changing the angle of his body.

A moment later, Gareth felt his hood being grabbed, and then jerked it off. Tristan ripped Gareth's hood off with his mouth.

Gareth narrowed his eyes and shook his head, finally seeing the surrounding environment clearly.

They stayed in an empty room, which didn't look like a ship's warehouse, after all, the tapestry fireplace, dining table and silver tableware were all available.

But Gareth still felt the floor swaying, like the waves of the ocean, taking them up and down.

And he and Tristan were leaning against the fireplace, Gareth bumped his head against the fireplace, it was very hard, and his scalp still hurt a little, it seemed that he was not dreaming.

But just when he wanted to look at the patterns drawn on the fireplace to find clues, he found that the patterns on the fireplace were distorted.Not only that, but the whole fireplace is twisted.

Startled, he turned his gaze to the table in front of him and the cutlery on it.

Unexpectedly, after looking at it carefully, he was frightened into a cold sweat.

All the furniture edges are not clear, they seem to be in a deformed time and space.The edges of the objects that should be horizontal and vertical are all fluctuating, but the range of fluctuation is very small, and Gareth didn't notice it for a while.

Sometimes they swell and sometimes collapse, twisting in front of Gareth in a very subtle and weird way.

In an instant, Gareth retched.

"...Damn it! This...what's going on?" He spit twice and turned to look at Tristan.

Unexpectedly, seeing this, he almost fainted from fright.

Although Tristan is roughly the same Tristan, his face is also distorted.Gareth knew Tristan very well, so he was very familiar with which part of his face had stubble, which part had scars, how long each scar was and how much growth there was on it.

But once subtly transformed, Tristan seems like a stranger.His eyes grew bigger and smaller, and the skin on one side of his face was also stretched, making his left and right stubble completely asymmetrical.

Gareth moved back a little in horror, and this move happened to place him in front of a reflective copper pot.The copper pot reflected his image, proving that he was also in distortion.

Gareth closed his eyes in pain, not daring to look any further.Although he is a bounty hunter, the scenes of beatings, killings, and flying blood are far less terrifying than what he saw now—"Fuck...what the hell is going on..."

"We're crossing the line," Tristan said calmly, "Don't panic, if you panic, I'll put the hood on for you, then you won't be able to see anything."

Gareth wondered if you could put on the hood if you wanted to, it was not easy to bite off the belt or buttons with your teeth, let alone put the rag pocket on his handsome but angular face flexibly. face off.

Garley shook his head desperately and kept moving back, but he still didn't dare to open his eyes. He didn't press his head on his knee until he moved to the other corner, and took two deep breaths.

"...Damn it, can you be a little bit better?" Tristan complained viciously, but seeing Gareth's state, he guessed it would be useless to say anything, so he leaned back against the wall and sighed—"Then All right, calm down and call me, I'll talk to you again."

Three minutes later, Gareth seemed to accept the status quo.

He stared up at the table for a while, then glanced at Tristan quickly—the deformed Tristan was very weird, and Gareth didn't want to remember such a look—he looked away, desperately—" Tell me what you want to say."

"Are... are you heartbroken?" Tristan asked.

Gareth was taken aback for a moment, but was suddenly moved.

Unexpectedly, at this time of life and death, Tristan was still concerned about his mood.Although Tristan seemed to have raised him as an animal, it is estimated that after raising him, he also developed feelings.

Just because of this sentence, Gareth also thinks that Tristan has some excusable elements.After all, they probably don't have much time left. They tell each other their hearts and express their feelings, and what to do is probably a matter in the next life.

So Gareth sniffed, and said, "Actually, it's not heartache. You know, I've been with you for so many years, and I've always regarded you as a brother. You always say that I'm not mentally good, and I admit it. I admit it." The idiot was the trouble I caused, and you said I was a beast, and I couldn't control my temper for a while, so I didn't treat you very well. I feel guilty about this, and it's a little bit—"

"What the hell are you talking about," Gareth was interrupted by Tristan before Gareth finished speaking, emphasizing again—"What the hell I'm asking you is—is your heart hurting."

"My heart..." Gareth took a deep breath, "Oh, my heart always hurts for you, and I can only do it for—"

"I'm asking if you have a sudden pain in your fucking heart! It's just being pulled by someone, pinched by tweezers, kicked by a donkey, bitten by a fool, which suddenly, without warning, and my ass The kind of pain that has nothing to do with it!"

Gareth froze. He didn't know why Tristan was mad at him.He clearly reviewed the question carefully and answered it seriously, and it was a very lyrical question, and repeated questions hindered the expression of emotions. Tristan didn't feel his true feelings at all, but instead yelled at him.

Gareth was aggrieved and sad, so he decided to scold back-"I fucking said I was in pain! I really regret that I got us to this point, can I say it hurts? Then I Can the fuck say it doesn't hurt anymore? Damn it's fucking...fuck..."

Tristan chooses death.

He gave up, facing Gareth's weird way of thinking, he absolutely couldn't clearly explain to him what the question was asking.

So he closed his eyes, and leaned against the wall resignedly to rest with his eyes closed.

Anyway, they couldn't run away in such a closed environment right now, and there was plenty of time for Gareth to enlighten himself.

Sure enough, after Gareth cursed a few more words and fell silent by himself, he leaned against the fireplace and pondered for a while, and suddenly realized—"Oh! Did you ask me if my heart hurts?"

Tristan raised his eyelids and said sullenly, "...um."

"It's that... that sudden pain! It's like, it's like being pulled by someone, pinched by tweezers, kicked by a donkey, bitten by a fool, that sudden, unexpected pain Kind of pain?" Gareth asked in shock.

"……Um."

"Then you said it earlier!" Gareth sighed, "Wow! I felt this way when we were about to leave the secret passage, but..." Gareth thought for a while, and then said—"But now No, the heartbeat is normal now."

"That means there is no one around with a wand," Tristan straightened up, thankfully now that Gareth finally had a little thinking IQ, and explained, "Once someone approaches you with a wand, you will definitely have The feeling of colic in the heart. So, help me lock it up, and I have to find a way to loosen it."

Gareth looked at Tristan blankly, then nodded.Although he didn't understand what was the relationship between him and the wand, Tristan closed his eyes again, not wanting to continue answering his question.

At this moment Tristan was sitting upright, his head was lowered slightly, his eyes were closed and his brows were furrowed, his outline was still slightly distorting and changing with everything around him, but Gareth knew he hadn't moved.

Half a minute later Gareth thought Tristan was falling asleep.

"...Don't you want to find a way to untie it?" Gareth asked carefully.

"Don't make noise!" Tristan warned. "I haven't done this in a fucking long time. I need to focus."

Gareth shut his mouth resentfully.

Another half minute passed, and Tristan seemed to have fallen asleep.He was breathing steadily, still motionless.

And when Gareth wanted to wake Tristan up again, there was a flash of light on Tristan's back.

The light was faint, but impossible to ignore.Because it illuminated the lines of the tapestry on the wall, and in the next second, Tristan let out a pleasant exclamation of "ah".

"Ha, my sword is not old!" Tristan said excitedly.

Then, Tristan happily rubbed his hands from his back to his chest and placed them on his ankles, which were also bound.

Just as Gareth was about to speak, he suddenly realized with joy that Tristan had somehow quietly untied the knots that bound his hands.

TBC