“You know me…?” I trailed off, shocked and stunned at the same time.
“It is you Rina, I am your mother,” Her voice was barely a faint whisper.
The women gazed at me and laid her bloody hands on my cheeks, then let her hand slip away. Her eyes never left me; she had this motherly look on her face. Then she started coughing all over again.
“You’re my mother?” I asked.
“Yes, Rina, I am your mother. You’ve came this far and you must save your brother. Luka has got him. Please Rina,” she begged.
I held on to her hands. Her eyes were watery and she was desperate to save her other child. There wasn't any proof to prove that she was my mother but I was desperate to find my loved ones although my only memeries of my close ones was my father.
“Brother? I have a brother?” I asked, not believing what I’ve just heard.
“You are Rina Miroir de Son and your brother is Lennard Miroir de Son, he is your younger twin and I’ve failed to protect him from Luka’s grasp. She got him using him as her underdog, killing innocent people and forced him to follow her selfish commands. Rina, you must save him, free him from Luka’s curse.” She said in a hoarse voice.
She’d coughed abominably and coughed out a large amount of blood. I quickly sat closer to her and smoothed her back as she continued to coughing out more blood. She was very ill and her body trembled, hand shaking violently, purplish bags formed under her bottom eyes lids. She was dying assuming from the black oil that she’d been inhaling all these years.
“Rina?” She whispered.
“Yeah?”
“You and Lennard are destiny to bring peace to our city. A prophet once told me that the wing birthmarks on both of your shoulders are seeds to new life, a new era that could be good or bad and it is not the microchip that brings peace,”
“Microchip?” I mouthed.
“A microchip that was implanted in your brain when you were small, it contains half of the data that you’re father had researched on the mysterious tree that held Synchronicity for all these centuries. It also contains half of the code to gain the mysterious powers of the tree. You mustn’t let Luka have it or it will become a disaster.”
She coughed again, her eyes never left my face. Goosebumps rose from my arms and a shiver shock through my spine. Microchip. How creepy it was to have someone cut through my skull and install an mircochip in my brain. The thought of it made me gag.
The birthmark that she was talking about was on my left shoulder. I could barely see it every time I looked over my shoulders, but when I looked at it with a mirror it looked more like a brand of some sort.
I looked up to the sky light and I only caught a glimpse of the grey polluted air. I felt her hands slowly slipping off mine, her body leaned against mine. I could hear her breathing heavily against my chin. She was boiling and shaking violently.
“Please, call me Mother,” I could barely hear her voice. “Please.”
“Mother,” I said and leaned closer to her and rested my head on top of hers.
My eyes pricked and it became harder to bare. For all my life, I had never had a happy moment in my life, I had been teased and pushed around, back in the orphanage. Now that I found my mother, she was slowly fading away in my arms. I didn't care if this all a lie but knowing that I had a mother made me feel realieved and belonged.
“I’m really happy to hear my last child to address me as their mother…Home at last…Safe in my arms…” she trailed off.
Her temperature decreased rapidly, her body stood still and all that was left was a single tear frozen on the corner of her left eye. I bit my lips, trying to hold back the scream in my throat. A taste of blood was left in my mouth. I’d laid my mother’s body on the cold rotten ground and wiped away the blood off my mother’s mouth. I’d closed my eyes for a few seconds then leaped on to my feet. I whipped out the rod that was fastened tightly around my forearm and looked between the bars.
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Synchronicity: Floating City
FanfictionFor all vocaloid fans!! The remake of the song Synchronicity from my point of veiw. Twins get seperated at the age of three. One's in the hands of an Military Leader and other is in order to run away from getting clasp in her hands. One tree, two t...