my apologies for the late Chapter! i was having trouble with my Pc and been trying to get it fix but with the Storm going around in my region I can't go out with my pc. so this chapter isn't being Edit by Grammarly but by me and google Doc. anyway! Jestly out!
Chapter 25
Memories
Tick tock...tick tock…
A familiar clock rang aloud in this enclosed room. Sitting by the table is the Familiar girl, I knew her very well. After all, she is me or she was me before my reincarnation.
Walking toward her felt strange. I feel like I was watching someone live from here. But nevertheless I push on and finally arrive behind her.
She was writing something in her notebook. A dairy. We used to write it when we were kids. A diary just for us, to relive the moment of happiness when Father praises our test scores or Mother takes us outside.
A reminder not to cross them when they are in a bad mood and to study hard. Thinking back, have we ever been happy? Are those happiness fake? Why did we become doctors again?
Tick….
The clock slows down and the surroundings start to change. It was outside, raining heavily like no other day.
So it was that day?
As I watch the empty road, a car speed passes through it. My body starts to move after the car and watches over them.
The tire suddenly popped and with its speed it was thrown off the road and hit the tree.
I watch as I crawl out of the window breathing heavily and full of wounds. It was...a pitiful sight. I didn't know what happend.
I grit my teeth through it all to reach the broken car, to find our parents still inside, bone broken, head crack and full of glass shard over there body.
But that was not all. My mother is still alive and is trying to get out. She was screaming something which I don't remember. But I do know one thing. I didn't move. Leaving her to antagonize and painful dead screaming curse at Me.
I didn't move, watching as her body slowly lost its strength and collapsed down to the floor.
Why did I not move? Why did I watch her die before my eyes? Why did I not help her?
Question after questions began to fill my mind. The broken girl in front of me moved a bit.
"Ah...haha...ahahaha…" a laugh was what came out, then a full blown sobbing making her already wet cloth fill in with snort and tears, but it all washed away by the rain.
Ah...So this is what people call psychopaths, huh? Or maybe it is what they call personality disorder? I don't really know, I'm not a psychologist. I'm just a nurse in training.
I watch as the girl continues to change between a sobbing mess and hysterical laughing like a maniac.
How long was it before a car passed by and helped us? We don't know but the next thing we know is that we are already in the hospital.
Staring into the white wall with no emotion. Everything feels cold, like never before.
That was how you were broken.
Right.
That is why you become a doctor.
Right.
With a guilt ridden heart, you walk the path that you think is right.
Right.
I see…You've been watching me since I came here?
A figure that is similar to myself appears out of thin air, she walks slowly with grace. Her once face full of smiles is that of a woman whose face things far worse than I did.
Hello grandma. Nice to see you again, how long has it been?
I ask, keeping a smile on my face As I curl up onto the sofa that suddenly appears.
I don't know, I don't really count you see.
She said, sitting right next to me. Anashia, or my mother appears and suddenly brews tea for us and disappears again.
I took the cup and slowly sip the warm tea, letting it warm through my body.
Huh, this is weird. Who knew you could drink tea in your dream?
Sipping more of it, I watch as me from the past slowly rise out of her bed.
I thought you two didn't get along? Why is she serving you now?
I ask, watching as Anashia fills up the tea again.
Well, let's say I'm the only connection she can have if she wants to watch over you. And I kinda get bored being alone, I need someone to play with and I already torment her enough.
Wow, you're such an asshole.
Hearing my remark she only let out a little bit of giggle, before her face turned serious.
Why did you cling to the past?
She asks, as she watches me slowly open the window. I climb over it and sit down at the ledge. The nurses and doctors who saw me began to panic and start shouting something.
Why huh? I never ask that question myself.
As I slowly pull my hand away from the window the doctor and nurse pull me away before my fall.
Have you ever felt so free?
I was drugged to sleep by the doctor. Many hours have passed before I wake up only to find a man in a suit next to me.
So free to the point that you think you would be able to fly if you jump?
The man said something to the Empty Me. He goes on and on about something, takes some papers out and has me sign them.
Can't say I ever felt that. I...no we are alway chained by Fate after all.
Grandma said, slowly the image began to break into a broken piece of glass.
How do you feel? Experiencing fear for the first time?
A new glass builds up and shows the image of the Current me being held by that old woman.
Unplansant, uncomfortable and helpless.
The image then slowly changes and shows me something that might happen. My head was rolling on the floor beneath that person's feet.
Water-god. A title for the strongest Water-god school practitioner. One of the strongest people in the little world.
Grandma said, she took a sip out of the warm tea Anashia prepared for us.
What is fate?
I ask her, looking at the mirror that shows me struggling desperately against the old wrinkled hand of the Water-God.
Fate is not something you can deny, especially you, Lucelia.
It was the first time. That I saw her so seriously.
People with strong fate tend to attract others and live long lives, but people with weak fate are just like it implies. Weak and tend to die early.
Hm...so that's how it is? Is that why I got into a lot of deathly situations?
Suddenly Grandma stood up and began to walk toward the glass wall.
Come, let me show you something.
I did as she said and walked beside her. She grabbed my hand and together we walked through the glass wall.
The scenery changed, everything was covered in snow and rock. Like we are on some kind of mountain.
Roar!!!
A sudden loud roar is heard from behind. A red dragon stood proudly guarding the little cave.
That was Saleyakt. This was my memory from at least 700 hundred years ago. Or more than that. I don't remember. But honestly even I didn't expect to recreate this close to the real thing.
The red dragon stood proudly in front of the little girl. She was holding a basket and trying to climb the dragon back.
She looks similar to me...no she looks just like me.
That girl was me. Trying to climb Saleyakt's back and have him fly into the forest to pick up mushrooms and berries.
She said with a smile of nostalgia. Watching as the little girl failed to climb up the mighty dragon back.
After struggling she soon cries out loud and then a pretty elf that feels familiar for some reason walks out of the cave and consoles the girl.
She scolds the dragon and gently consoles the crying child as if it is her own. With a gentleness that reminds me of Zenith and Elinalise.
She is Rostelina. A person who I love the most. She was like a mother and a sister to me.
We watch as Rostelina gently places Grandma on Saleyakt's back and watches the two of them fly away from the snowing mountain.
The scenery is changing again, this time it was the inside of the cave. It was filled with bookshelves, tables and much more equipment that I didn't know what to use for.
Some remind me of the equipment in the hospital, some are completely foreign to me.
On one of the tables is Grandma in her childhood, laying with her back open. On her back is the magic circle that I know.
It was the one That was shown on my back. From the Ranoa researcher that drew it for me to see.
The one who studied that magic circle looks just like Grandma but he is male and is in the prime of his life.
A green hair man with golden eyes, a pair of wings on his back.
Laplace or at least the Laplace that I knew.
Laplace? The demon god?
Right, that's what people call him now. You probably know where this is going right? With how similar our look is?
...oh my god don't tell me.
Are we...the descendents of Laplace?
Everything was silent. Grandma just looked at me then just blurted out into a full laughter.
Pft! Ahaha! No no! That's not it! My! I really wonder what is going on in your head!
After who knows how long she laughed at me she finally stopped.
Well, what you said got a bit of truth in it. We are born of his blood. Hm...what do we call it again?...Ah Homunculus! That's it! A magic doll that is both dragon and demon but not it at the same time!
Both dragon and Demon? What does that mean?
I ask her, thoroughly confused at what she just said.
Ah well, Laplace is a hybrid between a Demon race and the Dragon race. And we are born of his blood and using the flesh of a demon so that makes us kind of like a Homunculus? I don't really remember but just know that we are a doll that he created.
A doll?
That's right. A living doll for the purpose of one thing.
With her words the scenery started to shift again. Showing a white room with infinite space inside. There is nothing here.
A vessel strong enough to become a god.
Strong enough to become what?!
You heard me. A god. Or to be more precise. A being that is capable of holding the world together. And that would be me.
You?! I mean what does holding the world together even mean!?
Ah...Looks like this is going to be a long conversation. I got to drill some history to your head.
With that as her last word, She snapped her finger and everything turned black.