Golden Melody (Editing)

Chapter 107

Chapter 107 – Memory and Steam

Miexha stepped outside the hospital bed.

Her legs were shaky, like she hadn't used them in years—which maybe she hadn't. Or maybe her brain was still stuck in high school, waiting for a class bell, not the shrill giggles of her children.

The sunlight filtered through the rose vines of Dom Mansion's garden. Soft and gold, it draped everything in memory. The same garden. Maybe more overgrown now, but the stone paths, the white arches, the scent of petals in the breeze—still there.

Jayson walked beside her, his hand around hers as she might float away.

It should've been peaceful.

But all she could hear were the sounds of her children giggling.

Before—
No giggles through the hedges. No shrieks of tag or hide and seek. Just... wind.

She turned.

A few meters behind, her children wandered together. Shellie, composed, fixed Xiejay's collar while he tried to balance a stick on his head. Ariel followed behind, chasing butterflies, tripping over her feet.

Her chest tightened.

Her kids.

Shellie had Jayson's black hair and ocean eyes—sharp, kind. Xiejay was Jayson's clone in looks, but possessed Asha's chaotic soul. Ariel was her—brown hair, sleepy eyes, quiet smile. All three of them—

Her dream came back.

The bunnies.

Two black bunnies, laughing. One brown bunny, smiling. And the golden bunny. The one who didn't laugh. The one with sad, endless blue eyes.

The one who killed them all.

"Xefariel..."

The name slipped out like breath.

Jayson froze.

His grip tightened before he turned to her. His face was calm—but his eyes flickered. Pain. Or fear.

"You remember her?" he asked softly.

Miexha looked up. "She's real?"

He nodded.
"Yes. We're still searching. We haven't stopped."

Her stomach dropped. The garden tilted.

So it wasn't just a dream.

Xefariel. The golden child. 

Not Jayson's.

Zatariel's.

Nausea twisted inside her, and she stepped back instinctively.
"She's real, real?" she whispered.
"Not a dream visitor? Not a vision?"

"She's alive," Jayson said, voice steady but heavy.
"She's your first daughter."

Her knees buckled.

He caught her.

"No," she whispered. "No, I wouldn't—I never—"

"She wasn't born the usual way," he said gently. "The Zenips... they used your DNA. And Zatariel's to create her."

Miexha pressed her hand to her chest.

"She was never meant to exist," he whispered.

"But she does," Miexha said.

The dream returned—cities burning, the golden child weeping as flames swallowed the sky. She remembered Shellie, the black bunny, reaching out. Then falling.