Red Lips Always Lie vol.3 [Bts fanfiction]

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Kyong Su's P.o.v:

          Sitting on the edge of the cliff, with my feet hovering above the endless void beneath, I took a deep breath in and held it inside my chest until my lungs started to hurt. I couldn't believe my own eyes. I was standing above Occulta Montem. That wretched place that held me captive for all those centuries. It left behind scars that didn't heal yet. It tormented my mind until there wasn't a single crumble of sanity left. It destroyed me. That wretched place destroyed me.
          With a slight feeling of pain spreading through my chest, I sighed. Fearlessly, I jumped inside it head first earlier. I really couldn't believe it. How did I find the courage to do such a thing? Tilting my head backwards, I stared at the charcoal sky. Did I really come all the way here, risked my life and stepped over the fears of my past just because I wanted to help a stranger? Or was there another reason behind my madness?
          Maybe this was my mission. After centuries of walking the Earth without a purpose, I finally did something. I fulfilled a prophecy. Because I realized, the second I saw Tae San covering the world in a devouring darkness, that he isn't an ordinary man. He isn't a human, just like Evanora told me. He was the prophecy that our generations passed down to one another. The warning which hid behind teary eyes. The destruction which threatened the past, the present and the future. He was the Dark Lord. The one and only thought to be capable of destroying an entire Universe.
           Goosebumps covered my entire body and my mind suddenly flew all the way to the woman who made all of this possible. Who truly fulfilled the prophecy. Evanora. Did she know that her fiancé was the curse that every single soul feared? The whisper of the eldest, the cry of the youngest, the whistle of the wind which swept over the world. I frowned when I noticed something odd. The world was quiet. Ever since his rise, not a single bird sang, not a single wolf howled, not even the wind blew. It felt like time stopped. A woman's laugh resounded through me like echoes, breaking the silence which felt so heavy, and I looked over my shoulder only to notice Lilee using her magic. With her hands stretched in front of her, she grew a patch of grass on the rough surface of the rock, allowing white flowers to bloom among the thin strands. I smiled. She was so dear to me. Almost like a daughter. I found her barely breathing on the edge of the road, left behind by her people. Abandoned.. A child without luck. I took her under my wing. And, since then, she grew more powerful and more beautiful every day. Most of the time, her laugh chased away my sorrows. She was a silver lining in the cloud that always poured rain over me. She meant a lot. And I was proud of her. I was so proud of her for going through this journey without taking a single step back. She was brave. Maybe braver than me.
          With the same laugh vibrating through her chest, Evanora, dressed up in a light purple dress, crouched and touched one of the petite flowers. She was so gentle, swiping her fingertips against the fragile petal ever so slightly. I suddenly felt my heart turning towards her too. After I transferred a good amount of my energy in her veins, I started to see her as more than a travel companion. It was crazy. And I shouldn't have felt that way. But my heart fluttered, confirming all my theories, when she glanced at me quickly. Gulping, I looked away, returning my gaze towards the void which opened beneath the cliff.
          I tried to lie to myself that maybe the transfer connected us in some way. All the way through the Salty Desert, I tried to convince myself that my magic was the problem. But, deep inside, I knew that there was something about her ever since she showed up in front of my house, badly injured and on the verge of losing her consciousness. I took care of her then. I cleaned and bandaged her wounds because I knew that she must have reached out to me with a purpose. However, I was probably being delusional. She was bound to someone else. And I stood no chance against him. I just hoped that my heart could erase as soon as possible whatever made it jump when I looked at her, when I heard her laugh or when I felt her near. Yearning for her and not being able to have her was torture.
          Steps resounded from behind me and I guessed, by their heaviness, that they belonged to a man. My heartbeat suddenly increased. Was I feeling nervous because one of the most powerful Darkling Knights was approaching me? Or... was I fearing for my life after realizing that, along this journey, I probably developed feelings for his partner?