CHAPTER 6 The Past

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"I know I'm selfish. I always think about myself first. But, when I met Yoroung...the ghost in my house that your family owned before...I-I felt like...I felt like I want to help her. I'll try my best to help you kill the man in red jacket. Also, I do respect your decision to not tell me the story about how are you still living", Cyril said and look at him on the eye.

Lucas sat comfortably and smiled a little bit.

"It's not that I don't want to tell you about that. But since you're so curious then I'll tell you how I'm still alive. Well, 4 years ago I wake up in a tower. Famorous Hugues, a great scientist brought me back to life. He created the well of souls who can brought back someone to life. He treated me as his own son but one day the tower was under attacked by some bandits, he let me scape the tower and he got killed."

"I get it now but why did you tell me when we first met that you don't know if you're still a human after all?"

"Well, if you're being experimented before would you think that ...won't you doubt yourself? Besides unlike all of you, I am fate less."

"Fate less?"

"I don't have fate, that's what all fate weavers told me."

"What is fate weavers?"

"Fate weaver are someone who can predict or see someone's fate."

"Oh, okay. When are we going to Rathir?"

"Tomorrow is better."

Cyril arrived at home exactly 7 pm. She saw Yoroung sitting on the floor, looking at the ceiling.

"Hey!" Cyril greeted her. She looked at Cyril and smiled.

"I just met a man named Lucas. He can help us."

"Help us?"

"Well it's a long story. I'm the next target of the man in red jacket. I think I'll be gone for a weeks."

"With him?"

"Yeah", Cyril answered and sat on the couch.

"Do you like him?" Yoroung asked with a playful smirk. Cyril's eye widened at the question.

"I don't like him. He's just a knowledgeable, tall and...Aisht. Don't ask me about that man? We just met. I don't like him, really."

"If that's not like to you." Yoroung said and vanished.

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