Lettie never understood why she felt different from other women. Why did she love fighting and training? Why could she feel the strength of the people around her? And, above all, what was the point of it all? What was she fighting for?
Her life chan...
Hello, dear readers! 👋🏼This is one of the most special chapters of this story, so I brought you several bonuses 💚
First, this fanart of our beloved Piccolo. Second, I would like to invite you to read the chapter while listening to the song "Elysium", by composer David Michael Tardy. You can leave it on loop (available on YouTube and Spotify). I believe it brings the vibe and feeling that I want to convey in this chapter 😊 The last bonus is also a song, which I will leave for you to listen to after the chapter is over. Enjoy reading! 💙
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PICCOLO
I was floating in a formless, empty place.
Everything was black, except for a light that illuminated only me. It was impossible to tell where it came from—above, below, from the sides? I didn't know.
It was just... there.
Beneath my feet, as far as my eyes could see, stretched an endless ocean. Its surface moved slowly and smoothly. Nothing filled that space but the sound of small waves.
Until I heard it. At first, it sounded like the Voice of many waters, whispering my name, until it grew louder and became like the Voice of loud thunder.
I was not alone.
"Piccolo..." the Voice resonated. "Piccolo..."
"Who are you?" I asked, anxious, looking around.
There was a pause until the Voice responded, "I am who I am. But you can call me Friend."
Silence fell. I looked around, but I saw no one.
"I... I don't understand..."
"I am the Voice that rebuked you that day; the day when you laid a heavy hand and hurt those who are precious to me."
A warm air brushed over me, lifting my cape, but I felt a chill as I recalled that day. Yes... I remembered that Voice well. It was the one that warned my heart when I saw Lettie's wounded body in the hot springs and also Gohan, with a large black eye.
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