Legend of Mautau: Angelorum Lux

Ch 38: Facing the Past

Coming around, Grey found himself lying in the grass staring up at the night sky. Sitting up, he noticed he now sat in a patch of green grass in the midst of a beautiful garden that was all too familiar. His eyes going wide in realization, he turned to look back over his shoulder and there behind him stood the Greyson Manor, standing proudly in all its glory.

Staring at it, he whispered in disbelief, “That’s not possible…”

Slowly getting to his feet, he turned to stare at it again, unable to believe what he saw before him. However the large three story building indeed stood before him, its deep red paint shining in the moonlight as though it were still fresh. As he looked through one of the first floor windows, his heart skipped a beat as he saw his mother and father resting on a couch in the living room in front of the television. Memories came pouring back as he saw them, his mother’s beautiful long blonde hair and deep blue eyes, his father a gallant looking figure with brown hair and brown eyes that were looking over his reading glasses at the television.

Grey felt the tears welling up in his eyes as he mumbled, “Mom… Dad…”

Slowly he took a step towards the door, then another, and another until he found himself running for it. Then the door suddenly opened and out walked Alexander.

Stopping, Grey looked at him in surprise and said, “Alexander?”

Looking the same as always, Alexander was making his way along the path from the house, not seeming to notice him at all.

He stopped and looked up at the sky, and Grey rushed up to him, calling out, “Hey, Alexander!”

Coming to stand before Alexander, Grey said, “Hey, what’s going on?! Th-the manor, my parents, they’re back! There was some weird lady who did a spell, and-”

Realizing that Alexander was paying him no attention at all, it wasn’t long before he recalled Gisette’s words. “May you languish within the past, unable to change the course of your destiny!”

“This is the past…” Grey whispered in realization.

Slowly he reached out to place a hand on Alexander’s shoulder, and as his hand passed right through him, Grey quickly withdrew it.

Then, Alexander said, “Hmm. I thought I sensed something, but I suppose it was just my imagination.”

Turning back towards the house, he walked right through Grey, which was rather startling for him.

Looking back at Alexander, Grey wondered, “Did he notice me?”

Then Grey’s eyes went wide as one of Altera Veritas’ anomalies burst out from a dark vortex and lunged at Alexander.

He shouted, “Watch out!”

Yet before he’d even finished, Alexander had formed his large sword and quickly sliced the anomaly in half, saying, “This is bad, they’ve found us!”

Then an empty voice rang out, “Yes. It’s taken twelve long years, but this time there will be no mistakes.”

Turning to look where the all too familiar voice had come from, Grey spotted Alastor standing atop the roof of the manor staring down at Alexander with a faint smile on his face.

Staring back at him, seeming rather confident, Alexander called out, “You’re quite bold, coming to face me yourself in your weakened state.”

Alastor’s faint smile widened as he replied, “You underestimate me dear brother. Did you really think I’d come alone?”

Alexander’s eyes went wide and he whirled around, barely blocking as a dark figure brought down a long sword blade at him. Alexander’s opponent raised its face, and in the moonlight Grey recognized the woman Alastor had called Giselle back in Silens. She looked quite different though. She had black horns and wings, and her left arm was different from her right, black and larger than the right arm, it hardly looked anything like a human arm at all. Her left eye glowed red.