Miraric

08| Cries of the Sky.

"I can tell just by your face that you know something important, so do not even try to hide it," Miranda's father, Mèrikh stated firmly, both of them outside their camps and eyeing each other tensely.

The skies growled, making it obvious that it was going to rain soon as Miranda shifted in her position, looking at her father sideways. "I asked Edric about the weapons and he said he knew nothing. They don't let him know things like that. He's insignificant to them so he's unaware of most of the things going on in the palace,"

Miranda's father raised an eyebrow, his lips almost twitching. "Do you want me to bring a Memory Possessor to look at your memories again, Miranda?"

Miranda almost flinched after imagining that horrible incident she had to deal with — dealing with a Memory Possessor.

She remembered how once she wasn't 'cooperating' well, wasn't telling the truth to her father so her father brought a Memory Writer from Memory Possessors and made him take a look at her memories, just to know what Miranda was hiding from her father.

She felt exposed as she felt the Memory Possessor looking at her memories, one by one, memorising them, so he could tell her father what he saw and it worked. Her father got to know about everything she was hiding — in fact, he even got to know about things that he himself didn't know that he should've known.

And Miranda didn't want that again. She didn't want that Memory Writer to see her memories again, see all the moments she'd shared with Edric — see everything of hers.

She swallowed, cursing under her breath, mumbling why she was never able to lie to him, feeling awful.

"You think I do not notice you?" Mèrikh began. "You think I do not notice how your eyes go big, how you keep licking your lips, how you keep rolling your shoulders whenever you lie? You think I do not notice how you keep wiping your hands in your clothes for no reason whenever you lie? You think I do not notice how your pupils dilate whenever you make things up? You think I do not notice any of those things?"

Miranda froze, not being able to believe what her father was saying. She could never in her dreams ever imagine her father being so meticulous, being so observant. She swallowed, finally giving up and realising there was nothing she could do.

She cleared her throat as Mèrikh waited for her to speak with a deep frown. "Well, speak!"

Miranda looked away. "They are not making any weapons right now," she mumbled, her voice barely hearable.

Mèrikh's frown only deepened. "I said speak! Not mumble!"

"They are not making any weapons at the moment,"

Mèrikh stared at her in disbelief and then his lips turned upward, a huge grin plastering his face as he let out a laugh and then another one, until his laughter was so loud that some Ezèrian gathered around them just to hear what was going on.

Mèrikh covered his face, still grinning and dropped his hand. "Did you hear that, my followers?" He yelled, turning his head, facing all the Ezèrian with a new found hope. "Did you hear what my daughter just said?" He said again, throwing his hands, smiling widely.

"The Elysians are completely unarmed right now. They have no weapons right now. They have nothing! We can attack them!" He declared as all the Ezèrian widened their crystal clear eyes, not being able to believe what their lord just said. Reality dawned upon them and they, too, broke into laughter and joy — all of them embracing each other, patting each other's backs as they all expressed his victory was going to be theirs, how the true ruler was finally going to sit on the throne.

While everyone smiled, the sky cried.

Miranda looked upward, the rain splattering and catching everyone off guard but they could not care less. They all expressed their happiness, yelling and thanking the gods while staring at the sky, some on their knees, hands clasped, some even crying out of happiness. Miranda herself didn't realise when she was also shedding tears, her tears mixing with the raindrops and rolling down from her cheeks to chin.

She wiped her cheeks, not knowing what she wiped — her tears or raindrops.

Her father's voice brought her back to reality as she watched him struggling to open his eyes due to the heavy rainfall. He was still smiling as he brought everyone's attention to him.

"We are all prepared," Mèrikh began, his voice strong and confident as everyone went quiet, the rain as the only sound. "We have been waiting for this for years. Renèi Possessors are weak! They can never truly rule — it is only normal that the Ezèrian rule the kingdom. Therefore, we will begin," Mèrikh grinned widely, spreading his arms once again, his long hair damped from the rain along with his white clothes.

"We will begin from here — from Elysia. We, the Ezèrian will begin our reign from Elysia!" He declared, the rain getting more strong. "We will reign until all the kingdoms realise it is only the Ezèrian, the omnipotent, who can truly rule!"

Everyone hailed his name — everyone except Miranda.

"It is tonight that we will have the throne! It is tonight that we will attack Elysia! It is tonight that we put an to the darned Elysians! It is tonight that will start our reign!"

And that was it when Miranda's world fell apart, her eyes wide, her body trembling not from the coldness of rain but from terror.

Tonight. They are going to attack tonight.

Miranda didn't realise when she turned around and was already running away from their camps, running so fast she almost slipped and fell to the ground when she collected herself and stood straight. She started running again, not knowing where her legs were taking her but she still went and finally stopped when she could no longer see anything due to the rain. She looked around, only to realise she was far away from her father, far away from everyone.

She was at the meadow and Edric was not there.