𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

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'We can't go there.'-Hyunjin spoke, his voice grave, 

'Well, my son, the only cure possible to saving your mate right here is to go up there and take him and me with you.' 

'No one is allowed to go there, hell no one has ever returned alive to tell the tale.'-this once it was Minho who reciprocated, confusion and irritation taking over both their features, 

The mystic merely laughed a breathy laugh, 

'It doesn't matter for people to not be able to tell the tale, but they do return alive and I can assure you that. They return the best they were ever, a simple charm of making them forget their memory is my work. Now before you ask me any more questions, we're getting late. We need to reach up there before the sun rises, the quicker you leave, the quicker your mate gets better. Trust this old woman once, and I promise you'll get what you need, and if the fates want, you'll get what you desire.' 

Seeing the way her eyes glinted with an unknown emotion or the way her grip over her basket tightened, Hyunjin didn't say anything. Neither did Minho, rather the alpha simply got on to steer the carriage, leaving Hyunjin to climb the horse and both of them were ready to make their way up the terrain of rock hills, up to the mountain that stood as still as death in between, 

The mountain of the dead. 

The atmosphere wasn't cold or anything like they had assumed. Infact, contrasting to its name, the mountain seemed to be very much alive with trees greener than ever and flowers purely out of imagination out for display, blossoming to the fullest; it was like a charm playing out in front of them. There was, however, a particular fog that spread through the trees on either side and took up the space, giving it a vibe as if it was something straight out of a fairytale. 

Could anything be laced with this much solace or hold such beauty and be unvisited and termed as something as painstakingly ironic as 'the mountain of the dead'? 

Truly a mystery. 

Indeed, the fact that the place was such a beauty and yet held such a name was rather surprising but neither could care any less at the moment, the worries that held a place in their heart for the past few days wringing up their way and crawling to their head as they made their way to the very top, stopping on the way only to change positions. 

It was through the night that they traveled, the journey shorter than they had thought, and it was also dark enough, right before sunrise when they arrived. 

Minho and Hyunjin stood rooted in their places, and so did Soobin as they watched the old lady walk over to it-