Arya's PoV
Dinner was amazing, nothing fancy though, just mine and Kris’ favorite dish… spicy winged pork, it was just delicious, and we ow it to Clementis, but, of course, mom gave her the recipe, something that she has never done before, I mean… she still doesn’t tell me how does she prepare her amazing blue lemonade.
Now, we are all in a small and cozy living room with a fireplace, Kris lays down on a sofa near the fire, to make himself comfortable, after all he ate so much that he can barely move. Mom is on the floor resting her back on giant floor cushions, and Iris and I are both on our own armchairs. Clementis arrives with lavender tea filling the whole room with its fresh scent.
—Let’s continue our conversation from earlier— says Iris— also we need to create a strategy so we can face all the current and upcoming chaos and… and Kruger.
—This is so surreal— says Kris out of the blue, while looking at the ceiling — I mean… uhmm… we came from 500 years ago, we are the real Royal family, lots of people want to kill my sister… and us, my mom is THE Queen? …I mean this is all so… and why can’t I remember that night? Now that I think about it, I don’t have any memory of the first five or so years of my childhood.
—Don’t worry, baby— says my mom— you’ll remember soon, I unlocked your memories too, but it will take some time to remember all of it… although, you’ll want to erase that night the moment you remember it.
— It’s ok, mom— says Kris with a sad smile— I want to remember him— tears run down my mom’s face— I want to remember my father.
—Ok! Back to the topic people! — says Iris with an almost-crying voice— let’s not get emotional, we have work to do, but first, Arya I need to explain to you how this world works and the role you play in it before creating any plan.
— Alright, shoot. — I say, and immediately my brother, sits correctly and pays all his attention to our aunt.
— This is something only the Red Vessel, The Guardian and The Spectator know, well your mother knows too, Ivan was the best at not keeping secrets — she looks at my mom raising an eyebrow—The Spectator is the an almighty God who gifted humans with essence, he found this world thousands of thousands of years ago in where humans were in constant conflict and wars. He granted us and our lands with essence, giving us the ability to use magic, and hopefully fix our problems.
— So, a question…— says Kris— if the almighty being is this… uhm Spectator dude, who in cosmos is the All-Seeing God that the Redemptionism worships? — “he said dude…”
— We’ll talk about the Order of Redemption later— says Iris— you and your sister love interrupting don’t you? — she takes a deep breathe while looking at both of us— As I was saying, he gifted humans, and the land itself with essence, the same amount for both, and this amount must remain equal forever in but constant motion, meaning the when someone passes away his or her essence goes to the lands and then comes back to a new born in this person’s family a-
— Wait, wait, wait— says Kris— if this is true then why are people less and powerful as years pass? I mean, there are people who have like zero essence you know?
— Kid— says Iris frustrated— let me finish!
— Yeah! Shut up Kris! — I say as I laugh my ass out.
— Stupid rabbit!
— Stupid brother!
— Arya!— yells my mom.
— Mom!— “ha ha ha” I keep laughing— Clementis!
— I don’t understand this game, Your Highness, I’m sorry— says Clementis genuinely confused.
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Red Vessel
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