Golden Melody (Editing)

Chapter 117

Chapter 117 – "The Field of Farewells"

Miexha drifted again.

Back to the field.

The grass whispered against her bare legs, soft and endless, bending to a wind that didn't exist.

In the distance, the two black bunnies tumbled over each other—alive, loud, careless.
The brown one chased its own shadow, darting in frantic little circles like joy could outrun itself.

And beneath the dying tree, the white bunny lay still.

Blood spread beneath it, dark and heavy, staining the roots like a memory that refused to fade.

But this time, Miexha didn't cry. She didn't run to cradle it.

She simply sat at the edge of it all.

Something warm settled in her lap.

The golden bunny.

Its fur shimmered like dawn trapped in motion, its glow too bright—like something that refused to be forgotten.

"You're not crying anymore," it said softly.

Miexha stared ahead.

"No," she whispered.
"I run out of tears."

The bunny tilted its head.

"Are you curious?"

Her lashes lowered slightly.

"...About what?"

"What happened to the world you left behind?"

Miexha hesitated, then nodded. Barely.

The golden bunny smiled.

And changed.

Light unraveled into skin. Fur into strands of gold.

Limbs stretched until a small girl sat in her lap.

Golden hair spilling like sunlight. Eyes too old for her face. 

"It still ended in war," she said lightly, like she was sharing a story over tea.

Miexha's breath stilled.

"I stayed with you, so I got bored with the others," Xefariel continued, swinging her legs idly.
"I used to play with humans. Bend them. Break them."

A small pause. "Like dolls."

"But then they came."

Miexha's voice barely existed. "...Who?"

Xefariel's tiny hand wrapped around her wrist, grip too cold for something so small.

"Damian," she said, almost amused.
"That immortal freak brought his 'ultimate weapon' to end me."

Her lips curled.

"My real father came too. My husband and his little whore, Shellie."

A flicker. "Ariel and Xiejay."

She blinked once. Mock-innocent.

"Everyone came to kill me." A pause. "Like I did something wrong."

Her voice cracked. Just a little.

"I never asked for the crown," she whispered.
"I just wanted to live freely."

Her fingers tightened.

"I played their game. I wore their mask. I ruled the nightmare they left me in."

A breath. "And what did I get?"