The Rainbow Saga (Book Three): The Script of Fate

Script Eighteen: Interlude

Script Eighteen

Interlude

(Yumi)

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Life goes on.

Yet after knowing what happened and might have transpired in the past, our life started to change.

It was concluded that even after the Dragon’s War, there were still enemies who wanted to put the dragons in deep slumber—the kind of slumber that is meant to be forever. And those enemies were still hidden—probably lurking around in the shadows, watching us.

Yet we couldn’t see them.

“My brain cells are starting to damage themselves!” Trixie said in frustration. He glared at me. “After a year, this is what you’re making me do?”

I raised a kilay. “Am I doing this for myself only? FYI, you’re the one who says you’ve got to uncover everything so that your present life won’t look like a lie.”

“Oo nga, pero so hirap naman nito,” he complained. “I mean, where are we supposed to look for a way to bring back what has been lost? And technically, it’s our fault, too.”

I bit my lip. Trixie’s right eh. I mean, technically, this is our fault. We brought this upon ourselves. The Dark Arts were forbidden, but we broke the rules. And now we are paying for it.

Still, who could blame us for trying to protect something important to us? I certainly don’t blame myself or regret what I had done.

It’s just that there are consequences of our actions.

I sighed. “I don’t think the reversal of this curse is written in books.”

Trixie’s mouth fell open. “What!? You mean to say that we would forever stay this way? Ayoko! I mean, I don’t want to spend my whole life knowing that there is something about my life that I dunno about. It’s like… something’s been stolen from me.”

“Well, that something was stolen from us by ourselves,” I said sarcastically.

Trixie stomped his foot. I rolled my eyes again. Eight years had passed, yet he’s still a brat. I wonder how nasty it would be if he met my little brats. It would not be a pretty sight.

“We discussed about it,” I finally said after a moment of silence. “We agreed that if we’re not able to find a way to reverse the curse, we would just move forward and move on to the next task.”

“Oo nga. Pero ang hirap, Yumi. Ang hirap kapag may unfinished business. Ang hirap kapag walang closure!” he cried dramatically.

“Huh. You talk as if you have an experience on closures,” I said.

“I don’t! This is the first time, and that’s why I hate it! It’s like creating something but not finishing it. And the result is you can’t sleep at night.”

I wrinkled my nose because he got a point there. “You’ve made your point, Trixie. But I really have a strong hunch that the reversal either doesn’t exist in books or it doesn’t exist at all. After all, I think this is the first time a generation of dragons used that forbidden Art.”

Trixie slumped into one of the seats inside the classroom.

We were back in Isla. After the trip to our homeland, we all decided to return to Isla in the meantime to avoid people from suspecting what we were up to.

“Are you sure no one’s after our trail? I’m shuddering at the thought of enemies out there lurking in the shadows, watching us, but we can’t see them,” Trixie said in panic.