All About Athara

Chapter 3: Dragon.

[The Beloved Child.]

  I feel that I was floating. It was peaceful, so peaceful to the point that I don't want to wake up. I can't feel anything. I don't feel the pain that I always feel whenever I breath. I can't hear the voices that's always making me awake till midnight. It was just all darkness... the darkness that I long to seek. The kind of darkness that gives me comfort.

"What a pity..."

Yet, why did somebody barge in my rest? Why did somebody need to awoken me to the reality that I can't escape? Why can't just they let me take my long awaited rest? Just why?!

Nanghihina kong iminulat ang mata. I blinked three times as lights blinded my eyes. Iniharang ko ang braso sa mata at huminga nang malalim.

Ah, I'm still alive. Again.

"Athara. Truly, you're stubborn like your father."

My nose scrunched when I heard a muffled tone of voice. I can't understand what's its talking about and I don't have the energy to understand it.

"Ugh!" ungot ko habang patuloy na ina-adjust ang paningin.

Ibinaba ko ang braso at ipinatong ito sa aking t'yan. I look around me while I'm still motionless laying on the soft greeny grass.

This is new. I didn't woke up in the hospital nor in that damn place where I experience resurrection many times. It was like a torture. My life is a torture.

All I can see was the blue clear sky and the pure white clouds that's moving slowly. I can also smell the fresh herbal air and sight see the tall trees that swaying gently at the beat of the wind.

Humiga ako sa damo, like a straight wood block, staring at the voidness with a blank eyes.

Why? Why can't I rest?

"Because it's not your time yet."

Napakurap ako ng marinig muli ang boses. I tilted my head to the right where I heard the voice pero wala akong nakita kundi isang puno lamang.

Kumunot ang noo ko at dahan-dahang umupo sa damo. Hinilot ko ang noo at inilibot muli ang paningin, trying to find the person who owns the voice that's talking to me.

That person should know where am I. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the same person who's making me live my life again and again, and also maybe the one who brought me here.

It was all a maybe na walang kasiguraduhan pero kailangan kong kapitan. Dahil kung hindi, hindi ko na alam ang gagawin ko at baka tuluyan na akong mabaliw.

"Sino ka?" mahina kong tanong at nag angel sit. "Mag pakita ka!" medyo pasigaw ko ng saad.

Napayakap ako sa braso ko ng biglang humangin nang malakas.

"Athara, my child..."

Kasabay ng boses ay isang pagaspas. I gasped a loud as my eyes widen, gone with my emotionless eyes. Sinundan ko ng tingin ang pinagmulan ng hangin at napatingala sa himpapawid.

My jaw drop when I saw a golden dragon with fiery tail and mismatched eyes.

A dragon who only live as a legend and a story for kids is in front of me, flapping it wings and staring at me with its majestic eyes.

"Heck!" Nanlalaking mata kong sigaw kasabay nang mabilis na pag takip sa bibig.

A talking dragon! What the fuck?

Saan na ba patungo ang buhay ko? Bakit ang daming nangyayari sa akin na hindi naman dapat mangyari sa isang normal na tao?

"We revive you many, many times, Athara." Said the dragon with a deep voice, sounding disappointed while flapping its wing.