The sound of the rain seems to sink deeper into her thoughts while staring blankly ahead. Her limbs were as cold as the floor that she was seated on. It looks like there is a part of her body that feels numb. Is there any frostbite? Good thing there's none. Did the temperature drop to the freezing point? Thank God it hasn't.
'I think there is a part that hurts but I wonder where? ' she thought.
Was it her head that was posing empty right now in the meantime of relief? Or was it her body that was reacting to the temperature, or was it her womb that hadn't stopped bleeding? Or her injuries—her wounds, burns, or bruises that are never-ending on her body?
Probably no.
It might be the baby that she lost that she would have cherished. The family that was stolen from her or the love that she longed for?
Is it about that? or rather, the hopeful life she can still have beyond those bars that cage her? The hopeless thought that the Heavens might see her, take pity, and save her.
Multiple dripping sounds echo through the halls. Later, when Sur is bored, he will summon her again. Just to entertain him. How that man loves her crying face.
Another torture. There was a time when she was so enamored with him but every piece of that love died and she was staring at a monster that had stolen her life from her.
Is this what she wants?
A hum of lullaby left her lips, probably what she could sing to her unborn baby.
"She totally lost it, huh," the voice of an old man was heard and a little boy tried to stop him from insulting her.
From the rooms set beside hers are both new faces in her ex-husband's slave collection. She hasn't gone insane yet but she doesn't have the willpower to argue for that anymore.
"My name is Zen," he said. The young boy comforts her.
He is assisting the farmer in taking care of Sur's livestock.
As time flew by, she discovered that that boy was an orphan, and slowly she grew fond of him and became her adopted child. Such acquaintances were built inside that rotten place up until she was summoned again by Sur and as she walked towards his room, a loud cry of a child was heard. Knowing whose voice it belonged, she rushed, leaving her guards.
She haste; however, she was too late. The moment she wanted to throw herself to embrace the child, she was electrified to the ground.
And history repeats itself. Blood, there is so much blood. In this view, terror and anxiety were eating her senses.
Again, she found herself begging and crying. There he let her witness again how to lose a loved one.
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO!" Her weeping seems like taking all her breath and strength out of her body.
Next will be the old man. They took him in and the guard slit his neck and his body fell to the floor.
Sur was in bliss in such sight.
As he left the room, he said, "You wanted a child that much; just make another," and he signaled the group whom he hired, and they hovered around her. Scheming wanted to rape her.
"I heard you are a tribal princess," the man stated as he lowered himself to the girl who was lying on the floor, weeping.
"Interesting," he said as he reached her arms and turned her around. He pinned her on the floor.
"Please, I'm still bleeding," she said while strugling, but none of it made any sense to those men.
No sympathy, no mercy.
They wanted to hit her, but before the man's fist reached her, the old man used all his remaining sacred power to defeat them.
She was crying, crawling towards the old man, wishing she was dead. She covers his bleeding neck with a clean piece of cloth.
"Don't say that; you are blessed to be alive," he said.
She wants to save him but he says, tending to his injury, "There's no use; I'm dying.". He removes her hands. "I'm old though; you should live at least."
"Do you still have the strength to run?" he suggested and pointed to the door that was now opened. "Turn to the north and RUN as far as you can; go! Before he sees you," he said pertaining to Sur.
A sound was heard from the corridor. "Hurry!" he said as he pushed her and she escaped.
She follows the old man's instruction; she reaches the gates of Sur Estate, and she is finally free.
"You're good," Elixir entered the room; she was the one who was making the sound in the corridor.
The old man turns into a young man named Amon. "And they thought they could have a good time with her. They can in hell," he uttered.
"Clean the others too, Amon," she stated.
He just stared at her and rolled his eyes. "You really love ordering around," he answered.
"Glad, I'm used to your attitude," she said. "Hm... Come on," she persuaded. "I need to follow her and make sure she won't commit suicide," she said, providing an excuse.
She changes into a grown woman from being a young lady and disappears while Amon goes to do the business Elixir does to him.
Meanwhile, Hidelga was exhausted. There she meets a woman before she falls on the floor and passes out.
"Tired?" she said as her gentle hands touched her face and gave her comfort like that of a mother. When she wakes up, her whole body is healed and she still wonders. Indeed, that was quite odd—an easy escape? a smooth path, a figure or a woman who touched her, and her injuries remained just like that.
It was all hazy; her vision was fuzzy. Nothing but white strands of hair, a pair of heterochromia eyes, and the last statement embedded deeply in her mind: "Start over again," and that was the last time she saw her.
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Elixir's POV:
We receive a divine order to create an alternative future for this world. And I choose these two as the main cards in the original flow of fate. They are not supposed to meet.
They are destined to die separately but who knows when we came to this world?
The young prophet I knew finally received a message from the future when, at first, there was nothing to receive.
When the emperor and the chief priest were having a serious conversation:
He revealed,
"Being united with those ladies is not the main problem that you have to face, Emperor," he said. "Instead, they will be one of your biggest helpers. So please be willing to let them go or spare them when the time comes. You are now an emperor and not a prince, so you have a duty that you must fulfill," he stated.
"You speak like a mother," the emperor stated.
"You will be dethroned by the first prince," the chief priest stated.
Evan started laughing, mocking the idea. Kal was all silent and waiting for him to stop. It is a natural reaction, a common response coming from someone who knows how strong he is.
"It's a prophecy," Kal spoke.
"Interesting," he remarked with complete assurance.
"He will," Kal was adamant.
The emperor asked, mockingly., "Anything else? Anything interesting? Anything unreal?"
He sighed and informed him, "You will come back with an empress."
The emperor chuckled. "That's also interesting," Evan said.