When I reached the place of ruckus, I… was still about thirty meters away.
There were a lot of people. So I followed up the stairs on top of a building. Joined the – smaller – crowd up there.
What was on display was actually a fight.
A fight between black and white. It was a weird display.
The white one looked like an ice spirit, my little ‘spy’ was right. And the other one looked like a shadow come to life.
The fact that it was evening did not help with the strangeness-factor at all.
And these simply… moved around in a flowy manner.
They both had a lot of fabric. And flowy bits.
The white spirit even had long hair.
…
It could be a wind spirit, too, if I looked a that. The clothes really flew somewhat dramatically.
But weapons clashed all the same. At least there was a metallic clanging sound.
And sometimes even a hurt sound.
They both kept to the rules of fairness, as far as I could tell with my limited experience. They at least did until the white one ducked and swiped the feet from under the black one.
And then there was a – I swear – white sword pointed at the shadow.
The shadow laughed and the light went into the house, closing the door behind them.
No one really… knew what to do, and while we had all stared at the door, the black one had disappeared.
The people slowly dissipated… and stayed far away from the house. The people are superstitious in this country.
I moved as well, but towards it.
At least in a quarter of an hour I did this, until then, I talked with the people that watched.
They were clearly convinced a black and white fairy had fought. Almost no doubt. The sceptics got laughed at.
Well, I walked around the block to get through the alley and approach the house from behind. When I lifted my hand to knock, my shoulder got tapped.
