Otherworldly Victoria

"Memorial"

Victoria's POV

My foster mom revealed what had happened. The king and queen were furious. They wished she could've told them sooner. I personally have no opinion. My mother was a great parent.

That didn't stop them from escorting her out and giving her tasks to nullify her crime, which is much more tame than what she should be punished with. I don't really care. I'm here now. I don't know, I feel out of it.

Things got better for me. Victor had a swift recovery. Probably because of twin powers or something. I didn't really have any injuries myself apart from mild scratches.

I cut my hair. My long flowy pink hair scattered on the ground as I sat in front of my mirror in my room. My hair was up to my shoulders now. I didn't realize my bangs have grown, or did I even had bangs to begin with?

I thanked the hairdresser for his service and several maids cleaned up my room.

I've realized my room has never been quite me. I don't have the books I usually like on my bookshelves, or maybe I don't like to read anymore, when did I ever pick a book to read just for fun?

I open the balcony door to see the plant with a yellow flower sprouting. It's petals were glowing.

I inhale fresh air as I gaze at the vast sea. The castle was built on a plateau, I think to myself, what if I jump? Would the prophecy be still fulfilled? Maybe it would be better if I had just died on school that day.

My thoughts were interrupted with the sounds of gentle knocks on my door. I look at my door's direction and gave permission for the person to come in.

"How are you feeling Victoria." It's Victor.

"I wouldn't know, Victor. I'd be more interested on how you're feeling though." I close the balcony door behind me.

"I'm all fine, recovery isn't a problem for me, the school decided to let everyone graduate this year, they're also holding a memorial for all the people that died." Victor sat on a vacant seat.

"Anything else? You usually come by to reprimand me." I crossed my arms.

"No. I'm here because what happened to us is traumatizing. Do you feel okay?"

I want to die.

"Thanks." My arms relaxed and I flopped to bed.

"I like your hair, you look more like mom now." He says while I just stared at the ceiling.

I hug my pillow and sighed.

"Victor, why don't you feel sad at all?" My voice muffled but I hoped he heard me well.

"I am sad, I just don't show it like how other people do."

I stayed silent.

"Do you want me to leave you alone?"

"No.." I sat up from my bed.

"Then I'll bring our familiars here?"

"No."

"What can I do?" He gets up from the chair and switches to a comfortable sofa.

"Just be here. If that's too much then you can go."

"Alright. I don't oppose it. You don't mind if I grab a book from your shelves?"

I shook my head. He takes a book near to him and started reading.

I lay back down and just rested my eyes.

A week has passed and the memorial day has finally come.

The black attires flooded the school and several shrines were held up and built. On the background, they're still repairing the school.

Both me and Victor wore a suit. I don't feel like dressing up.

All families, royals, nobles, and commoners alike, gathered as they light candles for the people that died on that day.

The mages that I've had in my classes gave speeches. So did the rest of the mages. I just stared blankly at the big stone tablet that had everyone's names engraved on it.

I didn't realize so many people died. I probably just couldn't believe it.

After the speeches, many families looked for names so they can light and give flowers to the memorial shrines respectively. I lit and gave every single one flowers and candles.

I lit the last candle on the last shrine and I saw a familiar name.

Sora Hikari, Heir of the Light Winged. You are now part of the light that welcomed you into this world.

I froze, seeing his name, I felt nauseous. It was him. The arm. Their arms. Gavin and Sora.

I covered my mouth as my gut was churning. I drop to the ground and just sobbed quietly.

I don't even want to find Gavin's shrine.

"Victoria?" Victor tapped my shoulder and I just broke down. I pointed at the name and he just hugged me tight. He helped me up and we sat on the nearest bench.

"Never your fault. It never was." He hugged tight.

I stopped crying and I pulled away from the hug. I feel the tears that dried on my face.

"I failed my friends."

"You didn't. You simply couldn't have saved them."

I stayed silent.

I hear familiar laughs. I glance at the direction where it's coming from and saw Charlotte, along with Angelo and Beatrice.

I feel so relieved to see them well.

"Should we go to them?" Victor asked.

I shook my head. I just wanna stare at the sky and just breathe. Why did this have to happen. What kind of bullocks prophecy is this. Maybe she's lying. Maybe she just wanted a child? I don't know anymore. I wish I could have a clearer answer than just prophecy.

It makes it seem like all these lives are just props for us, and that they needed to die in order for me to fulfill a prophecy. Does it really matter. Hundreds of lives died, all for what?

"I apologize if I was mean to you Victoria." Victor broke the silence.

"It's fine. I get where you're coming from." I didn't face him.

"You reminded me of my past, it's not an excuse to be mean, I know. All I'm saying is. You can lean to me for support. I got your back."

I gave him a small grin like I know he means well, but we both know it's not gonna be enough to comfort ourselves.