Alchemy Of Abyss

Chapter Sixteen~4

Donggun waved at him, but the kid didn't seem to hear him. "Are you hearing me?" The young boy chatted with another one before sprinting towards Donggun. "Hello, kid."

When the boy ran right through Donggun's body, Addaya's jaw dropped. "What?!" Donggun hollered at Addaya, who was completely perplexed. Another group of people emerged from the house, aiming in the same direction as the young children, and they all walked right through their bodies.

Donggun and Addaya exchanged shocked looks and gasped. The young children were running around, the adults were standing around holding cups of drinks and talking to one another.

They all stopped and looked in the direction of the house, where a man in his twenties and a woman who was a few years, younger appeared. The man walked out first, greeting the others, followed by the woman carrying an infant. Addaya and Donggun locked their gaze on the woman, who appeared strangely familiar.

When the woman walks through them, they both notice the same pectoral on the soft-looking blanket that covers the baby. "Such a beautiful girl," one of the women commented as she lightly touched the baby's golden-brown hair. "What will you call her?"

"This is our beautiful golden princess, Kiya," the mother said as she played with the baby's golden hair.

Addaya took a long look at the baby. "Kiya," he said quietly, even though no one could hear him. Addaya shook his head for some reason; her name sounded familiar, but he couldn't place it.

"The mother looks so familiar," Donggun said as he approached her to get a better look at her face. Addaya followed him and they both stood in front of the mother's smiling face. "The pectoral belongs to the little girl, who is she?" Donggun asked, looking at the adorable baby yawning.

Addaya reached out to touch the baby's hair but stopped when the pectoral shined and vibrated in his hand. He looked at it, and the entire area began to darken until it became a block of darkness once more.

Addaya and Donggun looked at each other and then at the new place they were standing in as the pectoral glowed again. The room was small and soothing, with one bed and several chairs. A female voice from outside the room asked, "Kiya, where are you?" A woman entered the room, holding a wooden comb.

Donggun gave her a look. "She looks a bit older," Donggun said about the woman they had seen earlier carrying the baby. Addaya looked at her and nodded.

"Kiya," the mother said once more. An eight-year-old girl dashed into the room, clutching a bouquet of white and pink flowers. The mother sat on the bed and opened her legs, and the girl sat on the floor between them.

"Could I wear flowers in my hair?" Kiya said with a broad smile. Her mother agreed, and she began to comb her long hair. When Donggun and Addaya saw Kiya's face, they both gasped. Both looked at each other, then at the little girl, with the same thought crossing their minds.

"She can't possibly be Meritamun!" Addaya yelled.

"They bear an uncanny resemblance," Donggun observed as he knelt in front of Kiya. She had golden-brown hair, ocean-blue eyes, and no dimples, in contrast to Meritamun, who had amber eyes, black hair, and strong dominant dimples on both of her cheeks that resembled the mother's.

Kiya's hair was braided in a long braid with a white ribbon. The mother took the flowers from Kiya's grasp and began to hum a melody as she carefully placed the small flowers in her hair. Kiya was humming with her mother, happily. Addaya's pectoral suddenly shone brightly and vibrated, followed by darkness filling the room once more.

The darkness began to fade, revealing yet another location; the weather was slightly hotter, and the wind carried a lotus scent. Donggun asked Addaya, "Are we back?" Addaya looked around; they were in the great hypostyle hall. Three people were approaching them, talking loudly.

"I don't think so," Addaya said, his gaze drawn to Kiya, who was older, with her mother and a middle-aged man who was her father, with whom she shared some similarities. The family walked along, talking.

"This kingdom is really beautiful," Kiya said, touching the engraved inscription on the left wall. "I'm glad you took us this time; I was very interested in this kingdom you kept talking about."

"The pharaoh's palace invited us to attend the coronation; it's a magical sacred event that shouldn't be missed," the father explained.

"When does it start?" Kiya questioned, with excitement.

"In thirty days. We have plenty of time to enjoy this beautiful kingdom," the father said, looking at the end of the hall where an elder priest and a younger priest were walking toward them; he welcomed them with a wide smile.

"Shuttarna! My dear friend!" exclaimed the elder priest, opening his arm to embrace Shuttarna.

"Hori, nice to see you, this is my wife Mutemwia and my daughter Kiya," Shuttarna said, motioning to the two lovely women standing beside him.

"Welcome to the land of the pharaohs," Hori welcomed them. "This is my son Nebuaui; he will guide you through the kingdom," Hori said, pointing to the young man next to him, who smiled fondly at them.