Chapitre 192: Myrel?
The morning air was heavy. Berry was sitting out on her usual landing space, looking out into the distance into the horizon. One side of the city was cut away and filled with more modern-day skyscrapers and houses, while the other half was a forest. The city had grown even more prominent.
Her gaze cast out into the open world.
Today was the day for the army to head toward the Divine city, city port. She had been waiting for this day.
Her mind was strangely calm.
The armor she wore was gold in color that perfectly matched her body's curve. In addition, her horn grew a bit longer, giving her a more majestic vibe.
Behind her, Berry heard footsteps approaching as it stopped at her side.
"Berry," Olivio spoke.
Berry didn't say anything.
They stood in silence for a moment, taking in the last peace that they would be able to stay in.
"Yes?" Berry finally decided to speak up, wondering why he wasn't saying anything.
"How are you feeling today?" Olivio turned his gaze toward her. There was a spark in his eyes that she could tell that he was ready for war that all Dragons had as she had it in her eyes.
"Calm….it's as if the world had gotten silent, and I am in the middle of the storm."
Olivio shook his head, understanding her. "It seems you have made your peace."
"Yes."
"Good, you will need it when the storm rages for the coming days."
I nodded my head.
"Why did you marry, mother?" I wanted to know the answer, primarily because in the short amount of time that we interacted, I had known about his likes and dislikes and who he was. But he was opening up a lot faster than I thought I would ever expect.
"Love."
I was shocked by his answer. "Really? It wasn't because it was arranged?"
"Well, that too." He chuckled. "She was a wildcat."
I tilted my head, wondering what stories he would tell me.
"Feisty and spicy," A big grin erupted on his lips, "there were times when she would put me in my place, getting on me on things that I have done wrong. Trying to guide me whenever she could, not ever giving up on me. Then, of course, our morals, beliefs, and sometimes the words and languages would differ, causing issues. But we both listened. Listened and trying to understand each other's soul intention."
His words ring through my very core.
"Soul's intention." Berry slurred the phrase over and over again.
"Yes." Olivio slowly shocked his head. "Everyone has it, but not many listen, mostly afraid what would be heard, the others unsure if it's something that they want to dive into, or they just don't care. Hence, the irreplaceable connection between two beings, opening up fully to one another without judgment. It is because you are willing to accept them for who they are, becoming vulnerable. From there, we helped each other grow, watering each other, pulling and pushing each other forward."
Olivio put his arm behind him, taking a moment of silence.
"It takes a lot to make things work out between two people," said Olivio, "One must work on it every day, almost like watering a plant, doing the little things that matter. The trap, though, is when we get too comfortable that we forget to do the small little things again; eventually, leading to the dissonance between two people."
"How did you guys keep it going?" I asked, curious.
"Appreciating the small little things, being able to come together and calmly talk with one
another even when our emotions are at their peak, talking about our feelings and actually not pushing it away. Facing your fears together, but most importantly, patience."
I thought it over in what he had said. To hear that my mother and father were living such a blissful life and my aunt destroyed it made me infuriated. Why? Because of the peace that she had tried to take for herself and take what she could.
"We honor the dead by remembering the best version about them, Berry. It is what makes it bearable to continue living. That is the true gift that she left behind inside of us as well as you."
His words struck like a hammer, shaking my very soul.
At that moment, a flood of memories unlocked in my mind.
Every memory that I had to the day my aunt had come in and taken my mother's life. Such shock had left an ugly imprint, locking away everything she had done. My aunt tried to kill me, tearing my soul in half, but my mother saved me.
Half my soul was cast into the body of a young girl in the world of Earth. In that life, I lived a new life. It was a hard life as those memories flashed before me. Finally, I died and was cast out and sent back home to the body I now have.
The confusion of a broken soul clashed amongst each other, suppressing the dragon side as it needed time to adjust, healing over time to become one.
My head felt numb as I faltered.
Olivia reached out to catch me, keeping me steady in place. "Berry?"
I didn't hear him.
The memories kept pouring in more and more, becoming stronger and stronger. Every little detail traces across my mind like a film reconnecting from black and white, turning into color.
I groaned, rubbing my forehead.
"Berry?" Olivio asked again, concerned.
Slowly, the memory started to filter out. I thought I heard a click in my head as if the world around me shifted. I blinked a few times.
I inhaled deeply, letting the airflow in my body.
The taste of the air around me was different. It was as if the stark contrast of what I used to know was gone and replaced with an extra sense. Even when my eyes opened, I could see the illuminating color of auras floating in the air, buzzing in and out.
"Thanks." My voice was a bit higher than before but had that low animalistic tone behind it that had power behind it.
"Myrel?"
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