The Land of Keimusho [ COMPLETED ]

Chapter Thirty One: Forgotten Awakening

"Evangeline Lilly," were the words I spoke, recognizing the girl in front of me.

"Rose?" she spoke, recognizing my voice. But before we could even talk, someone grabbed me by the arm and hastily pulled me away from the person I knew personally, my sister. I was certain it was her...

The stranger, wearing the same cloak as I was, took me to the furthest place in town, deep into the heart of the forest. I couldn't protest, still processing the overwhelming situation and the encounter with my own sister.

"No," were the words I uttered when I realized I had something important to tell her. "Let go of me," I struggled, trying to break free from the stranger's firm grasp, but he was far stronger than I expected.

"What the hell, let go of me! I need to talk to my sister!" I kept pleading with the stranger while desperately attempting to escape his grip. He continued to drag me against my will, paying no heed to my words.

"Let go of me, you shithead!" I shouted, and finally, he stopped and removed his cloak. Taking in the surroundings, I realized where we were—it was a strangely familiar place. This was the forest where I had met Kyle, though I couldn't quite recall the details of that encounter.

"Fuck, do you want to be prosecuted and beheaded?" the man spoke, his annoyance evident on his face. Instantly, I recognized him—Storm. I turned towards him, frustration evident in my voice.

"Storm?! What the hell are you doing here?" I demanded answers, the confusion mounting within me.

"Beats me," he responded with a lack of enthusiasm.

"Why did you do that? That was my sister! I need to go back! I have something important to tell her!" I turned away, ready to make my way back, but he didn't try to stop me. Instead, he spoke again.

"Do you really want to know the whole truth?" he asked, his words laced with intrigue. I turned to face him, utterly perplexed by his cryptic statement.

"What do you mean?" I inquired, hoping for some clarity, but all he gave me was a smirk.

"Fuck, tell me what you know!" I demanded, frustration and curiosity intertwining. I grabbed his collar, seeking answers.

"Are you even capable of knowing the whole truth? Or have you cowardly forgotten it, unable to bear the pain?" he retorted, as if implying that it was my fault for having no recollection of the past.

"What the hell are you talking about? How do you know all of this?" My curiosity deepened, and I yearned to unravel the mysteries of my forgotten memories.

"I knew everything," he smirked, his hand intertwined with mine as he gently removed my grip from his collar. "Although I only had a recent recollection," he added, hinting at the gaps in his knowledge that still needed to be filled.

"But before I tell you, you need to see something," he continued, his voice filled with a mixture of urgency and intrigue. He began walking, assuming I would follow, but when he realized I hadn't moved, he halted and turned to face me.

"Aren't you coming with me? Or are your knees getting weak from cowardice?" he taunted, his words stinging like a sharp jab. Anger surged within me, but my desire for the truth outweighed my indignation. I swallowed my anger, determined to uncover the mysteries that lay ahead, and silently followed him.

We ventured deeper into the forest, the dense foliage casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. The ambiance was both eerie and captivating, and a sense of anticipation hung in the air. After what felt like an eternity, Storm abruptly stopped, turning to face me. His eyes locked with mine, and I glared back at him, my expression a mix of curiosity and apprehension.