The chronicles of embodiment

Chapter 21

When I opened my eyes, I saw a white sight. Did I just drop dead? No matter, if I'm dead, I only want them by my side. My dearest voices.

Suddenly, the white sight exploded, and I quickly covered my face. The light was simply killing my eyes.

Though when I looked again, I found myself at a dinner table, and the woman I believed would never talk to me ever again, my mother, smiled at me. She began to speak. I heard that when people die, their life flashes before their eyes. Is this my life? Is it really over?

"Rasta darling, you've accomplished so much," she said in a cheery tone.

Oddly, I haven't heard something like that since I gained total control over my magic mobility at the age of three. Although Achel looks the same age as she does now, so my life definitely can't be flashing before my eyes.

My mother was originally a lower middle-class woman, her body had become frail from birthing noble-classed children. To be honest, I believe my father saved her from trafficking. I used to wish he never did; I used to wish she would have her turn.

I heard her voice again, "Rasta, is something wrong? You look so upset."

Mom, of course, I'm upset. Someone is manipulating my mind to make it seem like you're speaking to me, like we're on good terms. We aren't, and we will never be, not after the last words you said to me.

That wretched memory boomed in my head, of my mother looking me in the eyes, filled with nothing but hate, as though she had exhausted all her love, patience, and time for me, saying, "You're a horrible child, you should be ashamed. I should have killed myself instead of letting a demon like you into this world."

That is why I hate her. So it infuriates me that I'm now seeing her talking to me with concern.

""I'm fine," I told her. What else could I say? "I just feel off," I said, looking away from everyone, directing my attention to my hands. I realized something— the voices. They didn't call to help me here. I think I'm actually going to go insane.

Next, I heard my father's voice. He didn't sound uncertain. What a surprise.

He was a troubled man, clearly burdened by regrets. He used to be the head doctor of our city, Raspire. However, when he couldn't cure Chief Isalora's disease, he broke. He gave up his position and now serves as a less influential person in the medical field.

"Rasta," he called. "If something is the matter, you can tell us. We're your family."

I wanted to laugh. I wanted to cackle at that statement. I even tried, but it didn't come out. My speech had been controlled. "Nothing's wrong, father," my tongue spoke. I kinda want to bite it off now. "I feel great, splendid actually. You've always been here for me," my mouth spoke.

My mother smiled, "You're such a sweet child. You're my favorite," she said in her delightful tone. Unsurprisingly, it's becoming more annoying to my ears. I kinda wanted to rip her tongue out too. I looked at my siblings and saw one I hadn't seen in a while.

My second oldest brother, Narzish, was there. I looked at his outfit, he was...wearing a blue faction uniform like Visto and Achel. The funny thing is, I clearly remember a faction staff member coming to our house in person, telling him he didn't make it. After that, he stormed off and was never seen again. Although I heard through the grapevine that he has begun to disgrace our already worthless name.

In his happy and cheery mood, oh, how my mind flashed with the memory of him running out and yelling, throwing the blame on us as soon as he didn't get into the faction.

I looked over at Visto, my oldest brother, who smiled for once. After all that happened, he became cold. He remained responsible but talked very little. I still remember when I was younger, I used to play tag with Achel and Narzish. Visto couldn't join us because he had more house duties than any of us. We didn't have maids like most nobles. My father believed in productivity. Visto would pass by the garden and cheer for me. I was the fastest one in the house.