Kapitel 36: Dark Age
Sun's heart raced, anxiety gripping him tightly.
He couldn't bear the weight of the knowledge he held within.
"I... I know what his true identity is," he stammered, his voice quivering with fear.
A sense of disbelief washed over him as the words left his lips.
"There... there is no true identity," he attempted to convince himself, his voice shaky.
But deep down, he couldn't deny the truth he had stumbled upon.
The teacher's eyes widened, a flicker of understanding crossing his face.
He was about to reveal the secret that had been haunting Sun's thoughts, when a piercing scream shattered the silence.
Without a second thought, Sun bolted away, his feet pounding against the ground.
His legs carried him relentlessly, his mind consumed by the urgency to escape.
Behind him, the teacher gave chase, driven by an insatiable curiosity to unearth the truth that Sun had uncovered.
As Sun sprinted, his adrenaline-fueled journey took him over jagged rocks that lay in his path.
His body lurched forward, gravity pulling him down to his knees.
Pain seared through his skin, but he refused to surrender to the throbbing ache. He had to keep going.
With each step, the teacher drew nearer, closing the distance between them.
As he reached Sun, his voice carried a mix of concern and revelation.
"I know what he is, Sun," the teacher revealed, his words hanging heavy in the air. "And I know what you want."
Sun's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. Fear engulfed him, its icy tendrils constricting his heart.
"What... what do I want?" he managed to utter, his voice trembling with uncertainty.
A knowing smile played on the teacher's lips, his gaze fixed on Sun.
"I know that you want him gone," he whispered, the words laced with a chilling certainty. "You don't want him to expose the truth to the elders."
Fear gripped Sun's heart as he mustered the courage to speak.
"So what are you going to do?" His voice trembled, a reflection of the terror he felt deep within.
The teacher's eyes softened, a glimmer of empathy shining through.
"I will work with you," he replied, his voice carrying a gentle tone. "Together, we can find a way to help you."
Sun's skepticism tinged his next words.
"Why should I believe you?" His voice wavered with doubt, struggling to trust someone he had grown to dislike.
A faint smile played on the teacher's lips, tinged with self-awareness.
"I don't know," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "Maybe it's to feel good about myself, to make amends."
Sun's inner turmoil intensified, torn between his fear and the teacher's unexpected offer of assistance.
"I refuse to do that," he declared defiantly, a flicker of defiance in his eyes.
The teacher's gaze met Sun's, his expression unwavering.
"If he reveals the truth to the elder, your fate may be sealed," he warned, his voice tinged with urgency.
A sad, bitter laugh escaped Sun's lips.
"I know," he replied, the weight of his vulnerability evident in his voice.
The prospect of his world crumbling under the weight of revelation loomed over him like a dark cloud.
"Work with me," the teacher implored, desperation coloring his words.
"Together, we can find a way to ensure the truth remains hidden."
The words hung heavy in the air, a plea for cooperation and survival.
Sun hesitated, his eyes searching the teacher's face for any sign of deceit.
"I can't," he finally confessed, the truth of his feelings laid bare. "I don't like you, and I find it hard to trust you."
A sinister smile curled the corners of the teacher's lips, revealing a hidden darkness.
"You want to hear my secret too," he whispered, the words laced with a chilling invitation.
Confusion clouded Sun's expression.
"What... what secret?" he asked, his voice betraying a mix of curiosity and trepidation.
The teacher's smile turned even more ominous, his eyes gleaming with malice.
"I am not the real teacher," he confessed, each word dripping with malevolence. "I am but a fake, a usurper."
Shock washed over Sun, freezing him in place.
"What... what happened to the real teacher?" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I killed him," the teacher admitted, his tone chillingly casual.
"I took his place, assuming his identity."
A surge of horror coursed through Sun's veins, mingling with his existing fear.
"Why would you do such a thing?" he managed to utter, his voice a mere breath.
A predatory glint flickered in the teacher eyes. "I had my own reasons," he replied cryptically.
Sun glared at the person before him, his voice tinged with frustration.
"Why did you even tell me this?" he demanded, his words laced with skepticism and confusion as he continued,
"why aren't you asking my reasons as well"
The weight of his own predicament had burdened him, overshadowed by the harsh judgments thrust upon him.
"No one wanted to hear my side," the teacher continued, his gaze fixed on sun, his tone and expression both serious.
"People judge me guilty the moment they set their eyes upon me. By what right does the prey judge the predator?"
"which is why I am not asking your reason, I don't judge anyone and I try not to judge it. everyone got their own reason and some reason they can't tell anyone about"
There was a palpable silence, an interlude of contemplation, before Sun finally broke it with a question.
"So why did you even come here?" he asked, a hint of weariness creeping into his voice. His curiosity outweighed his skepticism, if only momentarily.
The teacher paused, a flicker of amusement dancing in their eyes.
"At first, I thought of doing something fun," he confessed, a mischievous smirk forming on their lips.
"But fighting with you felt great. To beat the shit out of you made me doubt myself less." A laugh escaped his lips, a mixture of satisfaction and derision.
Sun's mood darkened. He was not having a good time, and his words only added to his growing unease.
"So, you got what you wanted, and I got yours," he retorted, his voice heavy with a tinge of bitterness. "You're not worried that I might spill the truth?"
A flicker of defiance appeared in the teacher, accompanied by a sly smile.
"Even if you did, I could go to countless other places," he responded.
"Running away, huh?" Sun's voice carried a tinge of disappointment, a flicker of hope dimming within him.
Silence hung in the air, heavy with unspoken thoughts and unmet expectations.
The teacher broke the stillness, his voice heavy with a newfound vulnerability. "So, will you join me?"
Sun hesitated, feeling a whirlwind of emotions swirling within him.
"I don't know," he finally replied, his voice filled with uncertainty. "I need some time."
With a calm demeanor, the teacher extended their hand towards Sun, a silent offering of support and understanding.
"Take your time," they encouraged gently.
Sun's trembling hand reached out, hesitating for a moment before firmly grasping the teacher's outstretched hand.
With a shared understanding, they began their journey back to the village, their footsteps echoing a blend of uncertainty and newfound connection.
As Sun arrived home, he felt a pang of apprehension.
The familiar sight of his grandpa's absence sent a ripple of worry through his heart.
Seeking solace, he made his way to his grandfather's room, the door creaking softly in protest as he pushed it open.
As Sun entered his grandfather's room, his eyes scanned the space, hoping to catch a glimpse of the familiar figure.
But instead, his gaze fell upon a heart-wrenching scene that mirrored a painful memory from his past.
The boy, a stranger to Sun, sat perched upon the bed, engaged in an animated conversation with his grandpa, who occupied the chair beside them.
their hushed conversation enveloped in a cocoon of tenderness, caused a wave of emotions to crash against the shores of his heart.
Frozen in place, Sun felt a haunting sense of déjà vu. It was as if the hands of time had rewound, replaying a scene that had once unfolded in his own childhood.
The echoes of the past reverberated within him, resurfacing the wounds of being replaced, forgotten, and cast aside.
It was a vivid recollection of being replaced, of watching someone else step into the role he once held dear.
The way they spoke to each other, with tenderness and care, resonated deeply within him.
It was as if they inhabited a realm where nothing else mattered but their shared connection—a realm that Sun had once known, but had since been denied.
Every word exchanged, every gesture of care and affection between the boy and his grandpa, cut through Sun's heart like a dagger.
They seemed oblivious to the world around them, cocooned in their own perfect realm, where nothing else mattered.
The intensity of their connection ignited a spark of jealousy, illuminating the darkness that had begun to creep into Sun's soul.
Thoughts raced through Sun's mind, a torrent of emotions threatening to engulf him.
They seemed perfect, lost in their own world, oblivious to the void that Sun felt expanding within him.
The weight of their idyllic bond amplified his loneliness, each passing moment etching a deeper sense of abandonment upon his soul.
As he continued to observe the scene before him, a deep sense of loneliness engulfed him.
Memories of his own childhood resurfaced, where he had once stood in the shadows, watching someone else claim the love and attention he so desperately craved.
The weight of that familiar darkness pressed upon him, threatening to suffocate his spirit.
Tears welled up in Sun's eyes, their presence an odd contrast against the fire of anger that ignited within him.
With his left hand, he brushed away the tears, his eyes burning with a mix of sorrow and resentment.
The loneliness he felt transformed into a seething rage, consuming him from within.
Hatred began to brew in the depths of Sun's being. It seeped into his veins like a poisonous elixir, fueling his resolve to distance himself from the source of his pain.
Without a second thought, he turned and stormed out of the room, his footsteps heavy with the weight of betrayal.
Outside, the sight of his teacher waiting caught Sun's attention.
In that fleeting moment, their eyes met, and a silent understanding passed between them.
Sun's nod of acknowledgment held both resignation and a silent plea for guidance.
The teacher's gaze held a mix of compassion and regret, as if acknowledging the burden Sun carried.
Wordlessly, the teacher turned away, disappearing into the distance, leaving Sun alone with his tumultuous emotions.
Alone in the outside world, Sun's trembling hand rose to his teary eyes.
The air crackled with unspoken words, with the weight of unmet expectations and shattered illusions.
Sun stood there, a solitary figure in the midst of his own emotional storm, grappling with the conflicting emotions that threatened to consume him whole.
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