Prince's Spell

Visions

Ch-37

Jin's determined strides gradually slowed as he glanced around, taking in his surroundings. His gaze shifted from one indistinguishable landscape to another, the realization dawning on him - he was beyond the village.

A sense of worry mixed with exhaustion washed over him; he was now stranded in unfamiliar territory. He found himself standing alone, the village's warmth and familiarity replaced by a sense of vulnerability.

He sighed and looked down and then at the sky, getting a blurry vision of someone flying. He felt his head getting heavy. He tried to focus on who it was.

As Jin's vision blurred, he tilted his head upward and spotted a hazy figure soaring through the air. Despite the haze, he squinted and tried to focus on the distant silhouette, desperately attempting to make sense of who it could be.

But as he strained to see, a strange sensation washed over him - his head felt heavy, his thoughts growing more muddled. The more he tried to piece together the identity of the flying figure, the more his mind grew fuzzy.

Jin blinked and realized the figure was just a bird, but an odd feeling lingered. The image of a boy flying with wings from his dream flickered through his mind, adding to the confusion.

He rubbed his temples, attempting to clear the disorientation. The image of the flying boy with wings continued to dance on the fringes of his memory, leaving him with an uncanny sense of familiarity.

Jin spoke aloud, his voice tinged with frustration. "Why would a boy have wings and fly? My mind has gone crazy," he muttered.

He shook his head, trying to dispel the weird dream from his mind. He had never heard of or seen a boy with wings before, it wasn't natural.

"No, it's just a crazy dream," he said, reassuring himself. "It means nothing."

He decided to walk back when his eyes went on something. Flowers. Those mean nothing right now. Jin's eyes fixated on a nearby cluster of flowers, but before he could continue his journey back, another vision assaulted his mind. He saw a boy, but this time he was clutching a rose and lost in the music.

Startled, Jin jerked back to reality, blinking, and looked around. "Another dream," he whispered, trying to make sense of the images flooding his mind. "What are these visions trying to tell me?"

Jin was clueless about the significance of these visions; he had no idea that they were his path to regain his lost memories from his past life. All he could feel was a growing sense of confusion and perplexity.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his thoughts. "This is all too weird," he whispered. "Why am I having these strange dreams?" He kept walking, not wanting to have another dream when it started raining. He let out a Jin let out a sigh of frustration as the rain poured down, forcing him to take shelter under a tall tree. Just as he resigned to waiting out the rain, the sound of lightning pierced the air, drawing his gaze upward.

To his bewilderment, a vision assaulted him once more. This time, he saw a boy with lightning in his hand. Jin's confusion and frustration grew.

He slammed his palm against his forehead. "I must be going crazy," he muttered. "These visions shouldn't be happening, it's not normal."

Yoongi sat on the balcony, eyes fixed on the heavens as lightning flashed across the sky. An all-too-familiar feeling washed over him as he watched the flicker of light. Reflexively, he raised his hands, studying them intently.

"Lightning..." he murmured to himself, almost in a trance-like state. "It feels so... familiar."

Exhaustion finally caught up to Jin, and he leaned against the tree with a weary sigh. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to sink into a light sleep, seeking some respite from the strange visions and the relentless rain.

As Jin stirred from his brief nap and opened his eyes, he found the rain had subsided. A sense of confusion washed over him as he touched his eyes and felt tears trickling down his cheeks. "What was that?" he muttered to himself, trying to decipher the significance of his tears.

However, even as the question lingered in his mind, yet another vision ambushed him. This one was different, it was a glimpse of the future, though unbeknownst to him at that moment.

As Jin sat silently beneath the tree, contemplating the vision he had just experienced, his mind was filled with questions. The woman's face was etched into his memory, her desperate voice screaming his name echoing in his ears.

"Jin," he whispered to himself. "Is that really my name?"

He let out a long sigh, his thoughts consumed by the image of the woman and her worried tone for him. "Who was she?" he pondered. "Why was she so worried? What problem am I in?"

As Jin closed his eyes once more, a determination welled up within him. He craved to regain his lost memories, to understand who the woman was and why she had been so concerned for him.

He focused his thoughts, willing himself to remember. "I need to remember," he whispered to himself. "I need to know who she is, why she was so worried."

The determination to reclaim his past drove him to delve deeper into his mind, searching for any faint recollection that could connect the dots.