RAGING FATE (Hiatus)

CHAPTER 16

THE STREAMS

For a brief moment, silence had engulfed them, until Master Woo grandson let out a long, heavy sigh and said.

"En," Lan Zhan finally responded, and Wei was delighted; he sat kneeling up and went to embrace his friend in his arms.

"I won't die that easily, don't worry," He said, reassuring Master Woo's grandson.

"En," Lan Zhan replied, He is aware of that one. He knows Wei cannot die from tickling, but his prank was too much for the other, as it reminded him of that strange dream he had been having these days. A dream in which he is an adult and Wei is also an adult.

They were in some kind of mountain with black stone, surrounded by hot lava, and he was wearing their clan's uniform, while Wei was wearing something different than what he was wearing right now.

Wei was dressed in a more territorial and gloomy outfit. He was dressed in black and red and carried a black-colored wood flute. Wei was crying and laughing at the same time as he kept backing away from him until he reached the end of the ground and fell off.

Lan Zhan chased after him and caught his hand, but Wei still fell into the abyss, and the dream ended with him shouting Wei Ying's name as tears streamed down his cheeks. Then he wakes up panting, sweating, and tired, with tears streaming from his eyes. His heart ached, he felt heavy, and he felt lost, which caused him to cry even more.

He desired something, but he couldn't think of what it was. He kept thinking and thinking until he became frustrated and confused, almost as if his body was not his alone, he couldn't control his emotion, causing him to cry even harder and throw a tantrum inside his room, destroying everything inside.

Lan Zhan is perplexed as to why such a dream was shown to him; was it to forewarn him of what was to come? He had questioned his elder brother and grandfather about it, presenting various scenarios and names to them, and they had always concluded that it was nothing more than a dream. However, Lan Zhan could not feel contentment or satisfaction from their words. 

He's still scared, and that dream keeps repeating itself, keeping him awake late at night crying as if he'd lost something so important to him. The feeling of not seeing and not being able to embrace the person you love kept haunting him, clenching him tight to the core, causing him to scream in silence and curl up into a ball under the blanket as if he was in so much pain.

He could never have imagined such a thing happening in real life. He would never allow such a thing to happen. Seeing Wei fall to his death and not being able to feel his touch, see his smile, or hear his laugh. 

Lan Zhan could never accept such a fate; he would die from the agony and longing, which is why seeing Wei lose consciousness and almost appear to be not breathing earlier terrified him. 

But he's relieved it was all a prank. He doesn't want his dream to come true. He'd rather it had all been a dream. He sincerely hopes that everything was all a dream, as his brother and grandfather claimed.

Lan Zhan tightened his embrace on the person in front of him, and Wei gladly drowned more closely to his arms, feeling comfortable and at ease inside his friend's welcoming warmth, sighing in relief.

Their moment lasted three seconds before they all returned to their original positions. Wei picks another lotus and peels more seeds to give to Lan Zhan.