Capítulo 33: Who Am I
Davy forced himself to remember and comprehend anything. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to remember who he was. However, as he did so, it appeared as if a barrier was preventing him from doing so. As a result, Davy finally let out a scream, painfully clasping his head, as if something cracked in his skull and even his soul couldn't take it any longer.
His roar echoed as he sobbed. The pain was too much, Davy almost wanted to die right there and then.
He yelled and yanked at his hair. Tears streamed down his cheeks, his face paled, and he wanted to slam his head against the floor. Even before he could do it and connect his head to the ground, his head collided with a hard chest. An embrace enveloped him, voice soothing him.
"It's okay... I'm here, we're here."
Despite the pain, he recognized this warmth and deep voice. Someone kissed him and stroked his hair. The cold fingers touched his skin. The pain, however, remained, and he was now colliding it with the other's strong cheeks as a soft hand removed his fingers from his hair.
"Fallan... do something," said a trembling soft voice that almost stuttered.
Davy groaned in pain, clutching the hands that held him, and his nails dug deeper into the other's skin. He bit his lips and tasted blood.
Even with his head throbbing, Davy opened his eyes, albeit a little. He was losing consciousness. The first thing that caught his eye was Lyle's pretty face, tears streaming down his cheeks. Then he looked up at the person who was embracing him.
Fallan's blue eyes were no longer calm. Anxiety pervaded his entire demeanor. Their eyes met, and Davy couldn't talk. Even this slight movement took a lot of energy from him. Fallan's mouth opened as if he was saying something to him. However, he couldn't hear it anymore. His ears were ringing.
A memory surfaced in his hazy state, and Davy felt it was long ago. He saw this Fallan before, his face was even more worried than, even crying. No, he was crying. When was it? Davy didn't know. He saw Draven and Lyle as well, they were both crying, why? He seemed... to be dying.
He wanted to stop them, not to cry, however, he couldn't do it as he fainted.
Again, Davy was submerged in his dreams.
***
Davy's eyes were closed, but he could see everything; he appeared to be falling from a great height or drowning. He had no idea, but everything just made sense to him; he hadn't opened his eyes and immersed himself.
The pain was gradually fading, but the confusion remained. He had no idea who he was; who was he? What was real? Every time he tried to remember, the speed of his fall increased or the drowning sensation intensified.
So, Davy emptied his mind. He didn't think of anything else, and as his mind remained steady, the sensation of falling and drowning faded, leaving only the fact that he was stuck at such a high altitude. He couldn't even open his eyes because voices warned him that if he did, everything would be over.
Davy listened and let everything happen, waiting for something he wasn't sure about but was certain would happen. Then it arrived, and images began to appear in his mind. They were like fast-forward movies that the current Davy couldn't understand.
"Dheivamani... the Orcs are approaching, we must flee as soon as possible," a hurried deep voice instructed.
Davy furrowed his brows, and, unbeknownst to him, he was now standing and floating in front of the event. He focused his attention on the man being dragged away by the taller one, whom he referred to as Dheivamani.
His face was filled with worry and exhaustion, and tears streamed from the corners of his eyes, but he forced himself to run and keep up. They both had long, pointed ears, delicate bodies, and lovely appearances.
Dheivamani, the person in front of him, had silver hair that glistened in the moonlight. Aside from that, his golden pupils drew his attention the most. Even if Davy had no idea who he was or what was happening in front of him. He had thought that if he would become an elf, he would surely look like him.
Then there was brusque and irritatingly deep laughter.
"Run... run faster, elves. If we catch you, we'll trade you for some gold coins." The malicious laughter echoed as the people with green skin and large bodies purposefully slowed their pace, as if playing with their prey.
The two elves' faces were filled with helplessness and tiredness, and the taller elf came to a halt.
"Ania, why are you stopping? We need to run!" Dheivamani urged the other, dragging his hand as well. Even his hand now shook as well.
Ania looked off into the distance, where the Orcs' malicious voices could be heard. Pain and regret, as well as hatred, flashed across his face. He looked at Dheivamani, grabbed his hand,, and kissed it.
"You... run away from here–-"
A realization dawned on him as Dheivamani shook his head. "No, then what about you?" he asked, tears streaming down his cheeks, "I'm not leaving you here."
"Dheivamani, don't be stubborn. You are our clan's hope. Please, you need to get away." Ania cupped the crying face of the other, "You need to live." He said it with his tone full of conviction.
"No... I don't want this, Ania... Please, you don't have to do this," Dheivamani insisted, sobbing even harder as he clutch the other's hand.
However, Ania shook his head, determination in his eyes. "Dheivamani, listen to me," he said, wiping the tears from Dheivamani's cheeks, but it didn't stop the tears from falling again. "Remember, what you promised to mom and dad? And I also promised them that I'll protect you until my last breath. I need to distract them, otherwise, we will both get caught. Alright, please, don't be stubborn. You need to live. For me, for our parents, for our clan, and even more for yourself."
And, while Dheivamani clearly did not want to leave, he had no choice. While in the hazy vision, he ran, and the only thing on his mind was to survive, for his clan, his parents,, and his brother. They sacrificed themselves so that he could live. He had to live.
Davy's heart was pierced by sharp pain, and tears welled up in his eyes unknowingly. He was perplexed as to why he was also in pain. Did he know them? Was he... that Dheivamani?
His head ached again as he tried to remember. Davy clutched his head, and his temple throbbed. The image in front of him became unstable and blurry. Why was it? He groaned in pain and closed his eyes.
"You don't have to force yourself," a sweet voice said, followed by a gentle hand on his head. The pain that had been tormenting Davy vanished in an instant as if the voice had healing magic on it.
When Davy opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was his own beautiful and distinct features. He was as if looking at himself in the mirror, at some point, Davy began to relax. The smile in the man that looked exactly like himself widened.
"Why is that?" Davy asked, in the most innocent tone he could muster, then suddenly realized their voices sounded almost identical as well. Were they twins or the same person?
The gentle smile of the other remained as he removed his hand from Davy's head and instead grasped his hand. The golden hue in his pupils glinted. "You can't accept all of this information and emotions right now, we can't."
Davy furrowed his brows and was about to say something when the hand that was holding his hand suddenly became transparent, and his mouth parted. "W-Why are you becoming... transparent?"
The man, like Davy, looked at his hand but didn't seem to mind it too much; his calm and soft demeanor remained. Instead, he spoke softly once more. "As I said, your soul couldn't afford any unnecessary memories, so they were all hidden... inside you," he said, reaching out and pointing to Davy's heart.
"Otherwise... you'll collapse even more," he said gently, the glow in his eyes dimming. Davy didn't interrupt him; in fact, his mind was still jumbled and he couldn't comprehend anything at this point. As if something was keeping him from falling apart completely.
"Dheivamani... your—no," he shook his head and looked Davy in the eyes. The gentle smile on his lips had disappeared, "our time is now coming, we only have this one last chance. So, Davy... what you heard earlier, I'll remove it. Knowing more would not help us at the moment. You need to explore who you are, yourself."
"Who am I?" Davy mumbled understanding but not fully. He furrowed his brows, and before he could think deeply, the man who resembled him pointed his finger in Davy's brow and smiled once more.
"You need to sleep some more... we need to sleep for now, and hopefully, someday, we'll wake up in our dreams. Sleep tight, Dheivamani."
Davy blanked out as if on cue after the man finished speaking. As Davy fell asleep, the man who looked exactly like him stared at him softly and whispered, "Remember me, Dheivamani. I am... yourself."
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