Upon opening my eyes, I found myself back in a dark and musky room.
I slowly muttered, "I'm back," while trying to reminiscent the past.
The old feeling of being here was breathed through the dusty air, but it wasn't as lovely as it used to.
If I remain as I use or what we use to, will this room retain its clean and warmth?
The floor are also cold, so does the entire room?
My feet began to wander around, to familiarize the forgotten feeling of being Birl Duskmoon Wendall.
While wondering, a small pictured frame was seen clapped close from a table.
Upon lifting it, a beautiful smile of a mother with her child was shown.
The wind blow from the opened window, as I remain lock to the photo. Slowly, I brush a finger at the mercy of her son.
Birl!
Birl was his name.
A name my old earthly self was found of.
A name given to a character that are known to rule the darkness of man.
Back then, I thought it was just pure interest that our name aligned, that he was just a passerby name of a character given that will soon die.
However, I didn't expect that the character in the story, entitle: "The Flowering Myth" that have two female lead, one from earth and one within this world would be forgiving to let my soul come back to its original place.
Yes, I might not be of earth's soul as I always find myself deeply longing about something while looking at the high bloody sky.
I always found myself reading ancient fantasy books that even I knew of— that it was just a work of minds.
Yet, I can't shake the feeling that there is something within it.
That the world of fantasia isn't just a fantasy that wouldn't align to life outside the plane.
That even if the earth had become a fantasy itself - filled with zombies and awakened individuals, I still believe that there is something on each story.
Only when I found myself in a white place that seems to be the consciousness of a man, did I realize I have been back.
My forgotten memory flowed like a sprout from its birthed day to when it dies.
So when the other me ask who I was, I gave what he wanted to learn about.
However,
This place is mine.
This body has always been mine!
Its just, when my mother do this crazy experiment on me, I was locked in a conscious mind instead of him.
I lived like a splitting mind who only know how to think, accompanying him.
But that life will end today.
The life of birl who live like a lingering thoughts has finally ended.
Now, I'm back to who I originally was.
The door creak open as an expected woman wearing her favourite necro-black clothing appeared before me.
Kindness can't be described to its moon like beauty.
Like a tainted moon has birthed me.
"Its seems you survive."
She sitted on the bed as she place a white fabric that would have been use to cover my dead body.
"Wouldn't you be disappointed if your precious experiment would deem dead?" I ask scornfully.
"Not really." She replied unnattentively.
The other me killed her just as he awoken from the torture.
That the so called experiment to turn me to look ordinary didn't actually happen.
Instead of an ordinary face, I look more alluring than what I used to.
Also, I wasn't the same as the other me.
Instead of wasting a precious ingredients, why not bloom it and use it till its energy has been suck dry.
"I see."
Silence engulf the air and soon she broke it.
"Mother is happy that the experiment succeeded."
Succeeded hah...
The similarity of our looks could be shown since the time I'm growing, and now that she had turn me like this, as if I just experience a sudden make over, I couldn't help but wonder, what's the actual reason behind this action?
If a reported look at me, she would surely pester me and ask, what type of skincare do you use? How much sleep are you getting at? Your hair is beautiful, can you tell me how you take care of it? What about the food you eat, how much calories? Do you even diet or not?...
Like the usual guild known to be at the top, where I was held as one of its member. Attentions are, but a daily struggle.
After all, mother's version are more kind looking, while I seems to be not.
But what is this feeling that is oozing around her?
If she was the old her, she would have been energetically pestering me about, how was it! How do you feel! Did you changed! Did you... shit!
Even the air surrounding her, weakened. Just what the heck did she do with this experiment?
Then suddenly, a verse pop up in a form of a dark screen, with a touch of darkened butterfly.
[ How pitiful does your mother would feel when she sacrifice her sole power and life just for her child wellbeing. Yet in the end, she meets her ends by the hands of her own son. ]
These written words in front, come from a defendant before the other me died from the hands of the three masters.
Back then, I just shrugged it off as I don't have time to question the defendant when I was about to face death.
But if you think now, its was really my fault to begin.
However, instead of feeling regrets, I feel nothing.
My body has changed!
They are now numbed from the work of mother.
I remove my sight on the screen and coldly look back to mother in replied on her words.
"You might have hate your mom for letting you experience such gruesome thing.
"But birl, that is the only choice for you.
"You need to survive, you need to change your outcome.
"I can't let you, my only child die pathetically on their hand.
"I can't let you be with those royal blood.
"So, change birl,
"Change everything!"
My mother's body began to dissipate, like being cut into small pieces. Only when I saw her in that state, did my tears flowed, but my expression remain cold.
Her smile was genuine and I could feel the warm of a mother that I once new.
I called her "mom" and would have hug her but my body won't budge. I remain on that position wondering why my body won't listen. Why did she spoke those words. Why would she do this to herself.
"Don't worry birl, mother is happy that you are okay.
"Mother wanted to say that she was happy since the day she has taken sight of you.
"Mother loves you..."
Her body totally dissipated, leaving a golden pendant and a used cloth—her necro-black cloth.
[ Because of the sudden surge of strong emotions on the hosts, the innate talent Mask of Many Face has become an active.]
I'm such a child.
I shouldn't have been her child.
How could I feel nothing about her death.
How could I not know her sacrifice, when she dissappeared before my eyes.
Why?
Why would you need to go through this trouble just to change the outcome of an ungrateful son?
Have you even knew what was I thinking when I see you just now?
For a long time of being in the realm of mind, my hate have grown with the turn of time.
I even thought many ways on how I would torture you the same as you do.
But because of your death at the early life, I never have chance to do so.
Yet, I was given a chance and finally able to relive again.
And when I saw you, all I could think was to use you.
But deep within my heart, I have already forgiven you.
Because you are my mother, and will always be a mother to me.
But I didn't expect, that even without this hands of mine, your death remain attended.
As if fate was laughing on this misery!
What did I even do to deserve this treatment?
All I wanted was to survive!
To live a normal life!
Can't I even ask that?
Suddenly, a surge of childhood memory flowed out. I saw the way she teach me, raise me, and let me be someone who can be free.
These tears flowed yet I couldn't express how long have I hidden the longing in this heart.
That your smile was the sole reason why I must keep going in this life.
These memories you have planted are too vivid to be real.
Mother...
They feel like a memory of yesterday you and I.
But who am I joking?
Deep in my heart, I knew that it has been long since I grew.
If only I know, how much you love me, then perhaps I could have acted quickly.
I'm confident I could save you and even bring you back to your glory.
But now, I can't!
Because this is what you wanted.
Slowly, I began to mutter, "Alisha, Alisha. That is my mother's name."
Thump!