My Alchemist (the Mythical Zawgyi of Myanmar) Book I

Chapter 31

I didn't remember that a touch of a woman could be this intoxicating. The scent of musky rose,  consuming my moral thoughts away. Sneaking into her room that night was the grandest mistake of my entire lifetime and I never thought I wouldn't be going back from it. 

I was lost - fallen into the way she yielded to my every move, her lips welcoming mine with a sensual hunger. Her creamy soft skin gliding against my body as I removed her garments. Goosebumps rippled on her arms, showing me a vulnerability. My primal instincts roared in my core. I stared into her eyes for a second, my moral compass shattering into pieces and I moved my touch further into hers. A pleasant pain pricked on my skin as she grasped onto my shoulders, soft moans escaped her mouth, panted like she's been craving for my warmth. And I let my predatory self take over.

Everything about Rose infatuates me, leading me into numbness. Time and sense itself fading away.

The last thing I remembered was falling asleep embracing her in my arms as she did the same.

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The cold air brushing against my skin awakened me from my deep slumber. Some wavy strands of hair carried away by the wind and I found myself high on a tree top.

What...how did I get here?

I see myself in the middle of a vast forest and right in front of me was the big lake Ponetaloke.

I frowned being confused by the difference in the surrounding and I looked back having caught the sight of the great mountain behind.

'this.....this isn't 2024..' I said to myself.

This is a dream, this must be a dream. Because no matter how we, Zawgyis maybe capable of, we couldn't travel through time.

And the question is...why am I having this dream now.?

I was lost in my own puzzle of thoughts when I heard a young girl's voice.

"Zawgyi...."

I looked around startled but being at the tree top, there's no way a girl could reach this high.

"Zawgyi...."

The second time I heard, it became clearer.

Like it was an echo, whispered into my ear.

I looked around and finally saw a young human walking it's way from the village towards the lake holding some bamboo flaks on her shoulder.

Looking more closely, I realized that it's a young girl in teenage years, and she had her short hair tied up on top of her head, wearing a small red flower in it.

She jumped up and down on the road, being absolutely young and carefree in life which also brought me to smile just by looking at her.

I followed her as she happily ran towards the lake shore and climbed up a tree to take a hide in it.

What was she hiding from?

It was as if I was invisible to her and I looked from behind her to see what she's spying.

And there I saw it.

It was my usual spot where I used to draw water to make potions and sometimes, would take a bath.

And I suddenly remembered.

This is the year of Bagan dynasty and I'm seeing the recollection of my own memory.

I assumed that the little teenager was probably sneaking up on my old self.

So, I thought about testing my theory.