A soft knock echoed through the chamber, and the tranquility of the moment was interrupted. "Brother, are you there?" A beautiful young woman, stepped into the room. Her name was Winda, Wildan's little sister, and she bore a striking resemblance to her brother in her features. Winda had the same ebony hair, now neatly combed, and her eyes mirrored Wildan's, a shade of deep sapphire blue.
"Brother, please be strong," Winda implored as she entered, her voice filled with genuine concern. She approached Wildan, her presence providing a comforting presence amidst the uncertainty that hung in the air.
They were Twin brother and sister, born from the union of their mother and a king Alpha wolf who had once been a hero of great renown. However, their father had left them when they were still in their mother's belly, such an irresponsible action, or lack thereof, and he had left them with only the legacy of his strength and an enduring sense of abandonment.
Wildan looked at his sister, his eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and sadness.
"Never mind, sister. Thank you for coming. I just miss our mother," he admitted, his voice quivering with emotion.
Winda's expression darkened as she spoke bitterly, "If only our irresponsible Bad Wolf, whose origin and name we don't even know, hadn't left our mother, none of this would have happened."
Wildan gently tried to dissuade his sister's anger. "Don't say that, sister. Our mother never spoke ill of our father."
"Don't call him our father," Winda retorted with fiery intensity. "Do you forget how miserable our mother was after he left? The bastard came and went as he pleased."
Wildan's eyes filled with Coldness, but he remained steadfast. "Please, don't say that," he implored, trying to temper his sister's anger.
"And for what? For the so-called Hero party," Winda ignored him.
"Sister... enough is enough," a strong aura emits from her body.
An aura of strength and determination emanated from Winda, surpassing even her brother's formidable presence. Wildan, though not a weak individual himself, felt the weight of her resolve. "Brother, please calm down," she urged, realizing the intensity of their emotions.
Winda, sensing her brother's distress, relented. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice softening. "I just wish things had been different."
Wildan took a deep breath, allowing her aura to dissipate. He turned his gaze back to their mother, his eyes reflecting his love and longing. The bond between brother and sister, forged through shared sorrow and love for their mother, remained unbreakable. In this moment of uncertainty and grief, they found solace in their unity and the hope that their mother would awaken to witness their strength and determination to protect the legacy she held dear.
"Yeah, I also wish too," Wildan agreed.
As Wildan gazed out of the dazzling window of his mother's chamber, a sense of melancholy washed over him. He couldn't help but wonder about the father they had never truly known. What if he had been a constant presence in their lives? What if he had never left them behind? Was it too late for reconciliation now?
The questions weighed heavily on Wildan's heart as he contemplated the past and the possibilities of the future. His people, kingdom, and the dreams he once held dear all demanded his attention. Yet, among the multitude of thoughts that swirled in his mind, one figure stood out—the red-haired girl who had consistently appeared in his dreams. Was she real, or merely a phantom of his imagination? Was their connection a twist of fate, or something deeper and more meaningful?
"Why do I only see her in my dreams?" Wildan mused softly, his voice a whisper carried by the breeze. He couldn't shake the feeling that their encounters were more than mere chance.
"Is she out there somewhere, waiting for me? If she's real, where is she now?"
'What's did she Imagined? A damn red hair ghost?' Winda wondered.
As the preparations for Wildan's coronation continued, Winda couldn't help but reminisce about the countless times her brother had shared stories of the red-haired girl with her. Those moments had been woven into the fabric of their sibling bond, and a vivid flashback unfolded in her mind.
She remembered a warm evening when they were both much younger, sitting by the open window in their mother's chambers. The setting sun painted the room in hues of gold and amber, casting a soft, ethereal glow. Wildan, his eyes bright with enthusiasm, had started to narrate one of his tales.
"Sister," he had begun, his voice filled with excitement, "I saw her again last night. The red-haired girl, the one who always appears in my dreams."
Winda had sighed with playful exasperation but listened attentively, as she always did. "Tell me about her then," she had urged.
With every story, Wildan's eyes would sparkle, and his voice would carry a sense of wonder and longing. Winda had teased him, saying, "This girl is quite the charmer, isn't she? Are you sure she's not just a ghost of your imagination?"
Wildan had giggled, his laughter like music in the air.
"I don't know, but he feels real to me. When I am with her in my dreams, I feel like I'm flying, and Don't talk about your future Sister-in-law in that way."
"My Fuu…ture Sister-in-law is probably a ghost," Winda joked, understanding that her brother had a special place in his heart for the red-haired girl, perhaps as a symbol of the love and connection they both longed for.
Back to the present, Winda had smiled, unable to resist the infectious joy in her brother's voice. Those moments had been a refuge from the challenges they faced in their everyday lives, a sanctuary where the red-haired girl's presence brought nothing but happiness to her brother.
'She only smiles when she talks about that red-haired girl'
Now, as they stood on the precipice of Wildan's coronation, Winda couldn't help but reflect on those cherished memories. The red-haired girl remained a mystery, but her place in their shared history was indelible, a reminder of the bond between brother and sister, and a testament to the enduring power of dreams and imagination.
"Brother, the coronation will be held in 30 minutes. Please be prepared," Winda gently reminded Wildan, oblivious to the thoughts that had been consuming him.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," his smile faded and changed into a Cold expression as the weight of the impending coronation settled upon him.