In
my darkest moment, a voice spoke to me. It was strangely familiar, as
if it came from a past that I had forgotten, but not completely.
"Your
assistance is needed."
When
I rose my eyes I saw something that wasn't of this world. On the
surface she had the appearance of a young girl. She had beautiful
silky long hair, and she wore a stylish black dress. Her almost
childlike visage was betrayed by a most cold and cruel stare.
Her
very existence there in that place defied rationality. Not only she
was completely unaffected by the violent storm and the rain, she was
literally levitating in front of me. The pleasure boat heaved and
swayed, while I pathetically tried to keep my arms fastened around
the railing, and yet that being didn't seem to move of an inch in
relation to me.
Her
unexpected appearance, her impossible revelation, filled my heart
with awe. I was at the climax of my desperation, and even the
smallest hint of an external help at that time would have seemed like
a gift sent from the heavens. At that very moment she was my hope, my
world, my life, my everything. Whatever she asked me to do, I would
have accepted it without a second though. I was prepared to give her
everything, if only she could rescue me from that hell. She could
have easily fooled me into believing anything that she wanted, and
yet she decided to be blunt and frank from the very beginning. She
didn't even waste any time for introductions or kind words, she
directly stated her own intentions. I was needed; in other words she
needed me, my 'assistance'. I had already understood that she was no
angel, she wasn't going to save me out of goodwill, and the way she
kept staring at me with that blank expression told me everything
about her cruelty, her disinterest for my pitiful existence. And yet
I found that even more endearing, because that was something that I
could trust completely. A smile is deceiving, kindness is
double-faced, indifference is always honest.
Erika:
"Who... are you?"
Bernkastel:
"I am Bernkastel, I am the witch of miracles."
Erika:
"A... witch?"
The
usual me would have laughed at that claim, never I would have thought
that I would be talking to a real witch before, but I had just gone
through a period of my life where I couldn't really tell fantasy from
reality anymore.
Bernkastel:
"My opponent is also a witch and a very powerful one. I need you
to assist me."
Erika:
"Me? Against a witch? How?"
Bernkastel:
"You need to join our ongoing game, as my piece. I need someone
on the chessboard to act as my eyes, ears and hands."
I
started to grow uneasy, I had absolutely no idea what she was talking
about, and she kept making requests, when I was the one who was in a
desperate need of help.
Erika:
"Can you... save me?"
The
witch of miracles eyed me with cruelty for a moment, and I could
almost read despise in her stare.
Bernkastel:
"As long as there's a chance for you to be saved, no matter how
small, I can save you."
I
rejoiced for a split second and then fell into despair again. How was
I supposed to interpret that statement? Did that mean that she would
save me, or did she just seal my fate? Was there even the smallest
chance that I could survive that predicament? The more I looked
around me, the less I thought it could be possible.
Erika:
"How?! How can you save me from the certain death of this
typhoon?!"
An
almost imperceptible movement of the witch's brows told me that my
question surprised her. Like that, she pierced me with her cold eyes
for several interminable seconds.
Then
she smirked, slightly. That was the biggest change in her facial
expression that she showed since her appearance, and I felt like my
heart was just ripped from my chest and thrown cruelly into a deep,
dark abyss.
She
wasn't there to save me from my impending demise, she never had the
intention to, I was a fool for even thinking that. But then my mind
started to work, frenetically. In the lapse of a few seconds I came
to several realizations. The witch sneered at my own mortal
stupidity, my blatant shortsightedness. I was in the need of help so
much, and yet I didn't even realize what I really needed to be saved
from. There was something worse than the typhoon I was in the middle
of, my real plight was of an entirely different nature. What I really
needed to be saved from was the very reason that brought me there in
the first place.
As
if the witch had followed my internal thoughts, she spoke.
Bernkastel:
"I have the power to alter probabilities. No matter how small
they are, I can elevate them to one hundred percent."
Something
clicked inside my mind, a gear that for a long time was left unused
and for the dust to cover it suddenly was put into motion.
Erika:
"Then, can you turn doubts... into truth...?"
Bernkastel:
"Yes, I can show you the way to reach the truth that you seek.
That's what I need you for: expose the truth. That is the only way to
defeat Beatrice, my enemy."
Erika:
"But..."
Bernkastel:
"Indeed, an absolute truth definitely doesn't exist in the world
of humans. However, the probability to reach a truth that will never
be denied nor questioned isn't zero. As the witch of miracles I
guarantee that."
And
there I no longer had any doubts, she was a Goddess and she had
chosen me to reveal herself to. Her words were imbued with a
supernatural brilliance, and rapidly they dispersed the mists that
had been clouding my judgment.
Erika:
"If I become your pawn... I'll be saved from doubts and lies and
I will reach the truth..."
Bernkastel:
"Pledge yourself to me and you'll receive my blessing. You'll no
longer know uncertainty and you'll find the answers that you seek.
However, if you refuse, you'll be swallowed by the maelstrom of lies
that surrounds you and you'll sink into the abyss of oblivion."
Erika:
"You don't need to speak any further, there is no other choice
for me and with joy I accept. You can use me as you please. I am your
servant, Lady Bernkastel, my master!"
The
deafening roar of a thunder sealed the Faustian pact.
Bernkastel:
"Very well, Erika Furudo, I hereby bestow upon you my blessing.
You are now under the protection of the witch of miracles."
Erika:
"I am most grateful, Lady Bernkastel! However... what am I
supposed to do now?"
The
witch giggled sardonically.
Bernkastel:
"You don't need to worry about pointless matters. I'm a voyager
witch, I've traveled an enormous multitude of universes before
finally reaching this fragment. Your fate is a harsh one, but I've
seen worse. In almost every universe that I visited you eventually
sink into the ocean and disappear. However, I wouldn't have bothered
to show myself to the you of this world if that was going to happen
here as well."
Erika:
"Then, I'll survive..."
Bernkastel:
"Don't get the wrong idea. That doesn't mean that you'll be
magically saved. I merely chose this world among the infinite
possibilities. The rest is up to you."
Erika:
"Yes, master..."
Bernkastel:
"Listen carefully, Erika. You'll soon reach the shores of
Rokkenjima, that is the chessboard of a series of games that I've
been playing against Beatrice. The rules are simple, she will move
her pawn and commit several murders in overly complicated and
apparently impossible ways. Your objective is to explain who did it,
how the culprit did it, and why. She will claim that the crimes could
only be perpetrated by a witch through her magic; that is the source
of her own existence and power. You'll destroy her illusions by
showing the truth behind them. You'll bring to light the real
culprit, and in doing so you'll slay the witch."
Erika:
"This witch... Beatrice... is she trying to hide the truth...
with her lies?"
Bernkastel:
"That's correct."
Erika:
"With a preposterous claim no less? A witch did it? Is that so?
She wants to replace the truth with a fantasy that only an idiot
would believe in?"
Bernkastel:
"Yes... that is the nature of the golden witch Beatrice."
Erika:
"Aha... ahaha..."
I
almost couldn't believe it. The more my master described the one that
I was asked to defeat, the more she appeared to me as the very
personification of what I hated the most. I hadn't even met her and
yet I was already feeling an irresistible desire to confront her,
fight her, and in the end crush her mercilessly under my feet. In
spite of the cold rain that relentlessly kept falling on me, I felt
my whole body burning with a growing excitement, the rush of the
predator.
Until
then I had been always thinking that I was at the mercy of an
invisible enemy, an immaterial law of the universe that I couldn't
oppose in any way. Everything changed at that very instant. I
suddenly realized that there was a way for me to fight back and to
exact my eagerly sought revenge.
To
the world that denied me the truth that I wanted to know, I would
show it the worst possible truth that I could find! Bernkastel, my
savior, just offered me the weapon that I needed, she showed me the
path. As a way to repay my debt, and for my own amusement and
enjoyment, I swore that I would make use of my newly found abilities
against Beatrice, the golden witch.
Erika:
"I want to fight her! I want to destroy her! Bring me to her, my
master! This is no longer something that I'll do for your sake, this
is something that I desire!"
Bernkastel:
"How endearing! My little piece is so eager to fight! I knew
that choosing you was the right decision. However don't underestimate
Beatrice. She knows many clever tricks in spite of her dumb outlook,
don't let her fool you."
Erika:
"It won't happen! I promise you, my master!"
Bernkastel:
"Good, because failure isn't an option. If you disappoint me,
I'll throw you back to the abyss I salvaged you from."
Erika:
"I understand... I won't fail..."
She
was indeed a most cruel being, and yet I couldn't help but loving
even that side of her. The uneasiness that her threat brought was a
surprisingly pleasant ache in my heart.
Bernkastel:
"Funny that you're so confident, considering that you know
nothing of Beatrice and her games!"
Erika:
"I'll find out... I'll definitely learn everything about her and
the truth that she hides!"
Bernkastel:
"You're showing the right attitude, but that isn't enough. I
want you to absolutely crush Beatrice and I don't want to wait until
you figure out how. That's why I'm going to tell you everything that
I already know about her and her games."
Erika:
"Master! I would never dream to ask so much from you! Even
without that advantage..."
Bernkastel:
"Silence! I don't care about how much you want to prove your
worth to me. You will win the next game, and you will make use of any
advantages at your disposal. Our enemy does not value sportsmanship,
and neither should you."
Erika:
"As you desire... master... I will gladly accept your gift..."
Bernkastel:
"Very well, it's time to show you the sea."
Erika:
"The... sea?"
I
could only be puzzled by such statement, because as far as my eyes
could see there was absolutely nothing but the vastness of the ocean
around me, and it wasn't a soothing sight.
The
witch of miracles giggled.
Bernkastel:
"Not this one, the sea where we're going is not of this world.
It's the sea of infinite possibilities, the sea of fragments."
And
before I could make sense of those words, my soul was snatched away
from my reality. That was my first travel to that zone that lies
beyond the physical realm: the metaworld. However the witch of
miracles had a different perspective on that matter. Reality is only
real and worthwhile for those who belong to it, but for my master who
exists between the many possible worlds, reality is as relevant as a
passing thought. She had no reasons to treat me differently from a
character of a fictional story.