Capítulo 9: . Doom Begins?
"I have to find my father, he's alive."
"And then?"
"I'll kill him this time!"
"He's now a demigod. He's alive only means he's very powerful."
"So you mean he'll be immortal?"
"He is immortal."
Nurna sank back into the chair.
"I support you killing your father," Canaan mumbled inaudibly but she heard.
Nurna adjusted from her seat at that sentence.
"There's more to meet the eye than you see," he added.
"I can't remember what happened before I got down there, where the little lady found me."
"Is the world ending? I see water in place of clouds, and other strange things."
"Water started flooding everywhere and the sun stopped moving just around the time you died."
"But things didn't change when I was revived, that could only mean, the person behind my death is also behind this. Why can't I remember?" she said, holding unto her head and squeezing her hair.
"Do you know the history about the kings? I keep seeing someone, in black robe and bloody crown."
Mr. Canaan opened his lips, hesitancy written all over his face.
"There has only being one king since the time of Lestkan."
"Then the king is responsible! I have to find him room."
Mr. Canaan sighed. "It would be hard to tell this young lady about the dynamics of the world."
"You're more or less human now. What can you do?"
He wasn't belittling her, he couldn't help but point out that fact.
"Then why didn't I die?" she mumbled.
"I have to go out of this place."
"Okay," he only replied.
She snickered and tried to get up, but her legs failed her. If only she had powers, she felt cheated.
Nurna sat, seething; she let out a scream and started to throw whatever was at her reach where she sat.
A strong hand suddenly held her wrist, she fell into his embrace. Their eyes locked and they stood still for a long time.
"Don't do this to yourself," his voice came out weak and barely audible.
Soon the butler walked in with a walking stick.
Nurna snatched the stick from him and limped back to her room, shutting the door close with a loud bang.
"Poor thing," Butler D muttered.
"Come with me," Canaan said without looking back.
Canaan headed to the secret place at the library.
Butler D joined him afterwards, his smile replaced with a somber expression.
He held Canaan's shoulder, comforting him.
"It must be hard for you, why don't you ease yourself of the burden?"
"I can't."
"How about just telling her what you feel?"
"There are more pressing matters."
"We can't hide her for so long."
"They are too strong an opponent, I don't think she's ready for this."
"How was your trip?"
"Lili's body is missing."
"What if she woke up too?"
"That would be the case"
"There's one more thing to be cautious of."
"It won't happen," Canaan assured with a smirk.
"I have to find Lili before they find her; she's a strong card of ours."
"Does that mean another trip?"
"I'll leave her in your care."
"I'll relay your message to her."
Canaan walked out of the library. As he walked through the hallway, he passed by her room. With a sigh, he walked past and went out.
He shouldn't have been back to the villa at all, but his heart yearned to see her face.
He went to the first place he thought she would be - his waterfall, which was about 3 hours by air.
Having expected this happening, he prepared everything he would ever need.
The waterfall was now a tourist center owned by him. It's evening now, so the mountain area has to be closed for safety reasons.
The towering slopes mountain had their peaks capped with perpetual snow, creating a crown of white against the azure sky. Lush, emerald forests cloak the lower slopes. Wispy clouds sometimes cling to the midsection. Jagged, rocky crags jut out from the slopes, hinting at the mountain's immense age.
Cascading down the mountainside with a thunderous roar, the waterfall is a spectacle of raw power and mesmerizing beauty. The water seems to tumble endlessly, creating a curtain of mist. The plunge pool at the waterfall's base churns with a turquoise froth, reflecting the vibrant greens of the surrounding forest. The mist rising from the waterfall creates a veil of serenity, muffling the roar of the water.
This area used to be his secret rendezvous with someone he dearly loved...
Behind the waterfall was a slit in the rock. It led to a dark cave.
A lady dressed in an oversized white sweater, jean shorts, and a pair of sneakers, sitting by a fire.
"There's so much comfort in this era!" she exclaimed with a sigh as she saw Canaan, who lowered into a deep bow.
"My Queen, how was your sleep?"
The tall women unclasped her bare long beautiful legs, sashaying towards Canaan, every elegant stride she took subtly speaking of her power and sageness.
"Beautiful. My brother?"
Canaan clenched his fists.
An ever so light chuckle that sounded like the soft jingle of beads echoed in the cave.
"Don't worry, this time, victory is inevitable."
With her eyes fixed on him in an observing gaze, she asked, "Your lover?"
Canaan's face didn't give any emotions.
"She lost a part of her memory; she'll need more time."
Lili paced around Canaan, circling him.
"We'll just make her remember."
"She'll get hurt," he rebutted in a beat.
"You're scared. How long are you going to gloss over your little secret? Even jeopardizing the whole for it?"
He unclenched his fist and breathed a controlled sigh.
"Lead the way," Lili finally said.
Nurna was sprawled on a hammock in her room. She was reading a book.
It was about a book written a few years after she died. It would seem like an innocent fictional book to others but for her, it felt like her posthumous biography. There were a few fallacies, a few products of rumors about her but a large percent of the book was true.
It was strange that she found the book, whose cover was made of fresh reeds with tiny blooming flowers, along the corridor, but she was the type drawn to bizarre things.
She was just at the first few pages. It spoke about her childhood just like her mother told her. She read about how she always protected her dear sister, Roe, the one which she cherished more than her life. She was tempted to flip through the pages to fill her blank memory about her latter end but she was scared to.
She closed her eyes and swallowed; the book was closed and held sideways and upwards. She took a deep breath and opened a random page. She opened her right eye to peek through. The mid- paragraph she saw got her flinging her eyelids open, her fingers trembling as she hurriedly traced the texts.
'Canaan, with a somber expression looked down upon Noona's pregnant sister. A deafening silence enshrouded them, before the shi-ing sound of his sword pulling out of its sheath. Roe closed her eyes shut, holding unto her profound belly.
Splash, came blood spurting out of Roe's neck where Canaan struck her before staggering away without looking back.'
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