"Morphic!" he shouts, without getting an answer.
"I've seen you transform into enchanting creatures from this and others worlds!" He looks into each corner of the turquoise forest. "You live here, I know it, noble lady" he insisted. "No need of fear, I come humbly before you; in harmony." He raise his hand. "Look at me, from wherever you are, I don't have any armament, I'm helpless"
"Who has the audacity of interrupting the domains of a Morphic?" the high-pitched and raspy voices resonates in echoes; losing itself through the wind and the leaves. "Do you want to get killed?" the forest rumbles.
"I am a knight that runs on steam. Oh Morphic, please forgive my audacity and listen to me" the mechanic voice responds from afar. "I've come from the metallic cities below the mountains; where humans, beings of other galaxies, cyborgs and androids lives."
"What do you want?" the sonorous noise, with high and low voices in unison, furiously blowing gusts of wind.
"I've found you, finally" the knight with machine aspect kneels before her; cling to the ground. Expulsing steam from all of its pipes. "Morphic, I need your help, my father... The president of the parliament is sick of VTR virus. I don't want him to suffer my fate."
"Tell me a reason to help the ones who condemn my specie? I remember the atrocities against my people, us being the salvation to your existence! We were condemned to be sold like animals"
"I've been roaming for a long time... there is nothing left. The President receives potent medicaments; it only slow down the degenerative process." Lifting his face, "Please, Morphic, help me, I'll do anything. Soon there will be no tomorrow for him."
"Oh, that sound... the same that expresses fear and deceitful love, would it be that I hear a beating?" The malicious and constant laughter embodies the fright itself. The roots slowly immobilize the extremities of the knight.
"That's right Morphic. My heart and body are still made of flesh." he says lowering his head.
"I'll accept, but, you must serve me for the rest of your life" She smiles wickedly. "The worst life that anyone could imagine" Amplifies in excitation. "Oh Steam-knight, respond now that I'm being benevolent"
"Yes, I accept." The roots squeeze him, the valves instantly discharge pressurized steam, making him sob. He resumes after recuperating, "I'll serve you for my entire life, noble Morphic. When the president heals, I'll come back to you."
"How to trust you?" She remembers the betrayal. "You, people of Parliament, are merely wolves disguising ad sheep." Relieving the memories of when she was inhumanly rejected by that handsome young man. "You all swore true love to me, until the cruel and deceitful knew my true form, my species. Thrown out, as if it was the kindest gesture. That's why, I do not trust nobody."
"As an offering of my word, I give you my purifier." his index finger transforms into a fine tool, it quickly releases a kind of a shimmering crystal from his chest. "The purifier keeps the oil from pouring into my heart and mind. My life is in your hands, noble Morphic" Stretch both arms to give it to her.
"It's enough for me" An agile chameleon, which resembles a hairy monochrome moth, flies over the knight grabbing the crystal and handing it over to the morphic. "Let the pain flood in" Making a sign for the roots to let him go.
"I will take a bit of your blood, noble Morphic" transforms his arm in a syringe. "Just three days before my death"
"Come closer, Knight of steam" stretching out her arm... With a subtly complain about the sting of the needle, she add "Take enough of it, but do not reveal where my home lies."
"My heart lives in the misery of loneliness and hidden beneath masks" Shields the liquid inside his arm "Neither today, nor tomorrow, will you be on danger. Not under my protection" he says pulling away midst reckonings.
"I aspect that" Which kept for the next three days.
