Chapitre 38: Shattered Dreams, Realm of Hope
"Is it necessary for... War?"
I blinked twice as I tried to make sense of the gravity of the situation. We were in an enclosed space to convene while the celebration continued outside the transparent bubble that Zaccheus had created for us to sit down and discuss about our war strategies.
"Yes, Cassandra. That's why you returned," Zaccheus replied.
"Let me get this straight, you are saying time stands still here in this space and the beings here are happy to wait here as there is no concept of time here. Everyone is alive and happy, so why is there a need for war and change all of this?" I asked Zaccheus.
"But they were waiting for revenge and to reclaim their home! Our home!" He hissed.
"Wait a minute. Something doesn't add up here. I am just visiting from the future. Whatever that is going to happen would have happened already, right? So it will happen anyway now. War is happening. Or maybe not. Is it possible for me to rewrite the past?" I asked then turned to the Time Master.
"Tell me, Timothy, is there a possibility of me changing the past by doing things differently each time I time travel back to the past? And I have been here for awhile now, have I exceeded the limit and started to make my imprint on this realm?" The words just flowed from my mouth without me thinking about them.
I caught a frown on Zaccheus' smooth forehead as I glanced at him but I needed answers.
Timothy Chadwick hesitated and cleared his throat before shaking his head.
"Your Majesty. The prophecy said that you would be gone for a long time before returning to the Realm of No Time here to lead the war. I don't know what is supposed to happen but that is the story that was told to me as child. You were indeed gone for a very long time. It had been 4500 years," he kept his eyes lowered when he mentioned that.
"4500 years!!!" My eyeballs nearly popped out of the sockets.
"What happened to Cassandra in all those years? Did she die? And I am just here in my own body from the future?" I turned to Zaccheus.
"If you are asking me if you died in this lifetime at this point of time, no, you weren't dead yet. By now shouldn't you have known that when you time travel to your past lives you take the body of yourself in that lifetime and you live through it first hand?" He raised his brows, his expression hurt that I would even suggest that he was manipulating me for his own gains.
"I did not mean to accuse you of anything, Zaccheus. That was not my intention. I am just trying to make sense of everything. Must we go to war now? Since time doesn't matter here why not just let it be for eternity?" I asked, exasperation evident in my voice.
"Permission to speak, Your Majesty," Timothy interrupted.
"Granted, Speak," I said.
"This space can only exist for as long as the hope is up. If these beings know that you are back and they had been hoping for your return to lead them to war to reclaim their home, and you chose not to make their hopes come true, I am afraid the shattered hope will start to shake the very foundation of this Realm of No Time, even I as the Time Master have no power to stop the collapse of the realm," Timothy's eyes pleaded with me as he ended his speech.
"So this is not a Realm of No Time. This is a Realm of Hope. There is no other way. And who spread this prophecy anyway? Who created it in the first place?" I exclaimed.
Zaccheus turned to look me straight in my eyes and spoke: "You did."
"Wait, I did? So I am not only a Queen who happened to be a Goddess I also give out prophecies about myself?" I could not wrap my head around all the information.
"Yes, Cassandra you are all of that. Jeff had a say in how you lived your life though. He was your fiancé, both of you were betrothed to each other even before you were born. And then I came into the picture and took you away from him, taking you away from home, so he went berserk," Zaccheus looked at me to see my reaction to this piece of information.
"Did you kidnap me? Where did you keep me all those 4500 years?" I was bewildered.
"No, you came to me willingly. You allowed me to take you away. As for where you were hidden all those years... Take a wild guess," he winked.
My eyes flashed a hint of recognition as the idea popped up in my mind.
"The Cave of the Forty Thieves," I replied.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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