- "I will not let you take him away from me" - said Arthit with a frown - "our bond is impossible to break ..".
The elders nodded.
- "And you, young Kong?" - they asked - "What do you want?"
The young man separated his face from Arthit's chest and...
Arthit observed the transparent figure that was floating in the middle of the room.
"He's identical to me...", he thought as he watched the closed-eyed face, light skin and rosy lips of the boy that was only a few meters away, "...except for the tattoos, of course."
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The young magician took a few steps towards the figure when, out of nowhere, a voice emerged making Arthit stop abruptly and with his heart beating strongly inside his chest.
A voice that, strangely enough, was well known to him.
- "What the hell..."
"I give my life to Mother so that, under her mantle, my soul rests until it can be reunited with the person who completes it ... So be it"
Forth took a couple of steps back, toward the stairs they had just come through.
"It can not be ...", he said to himself as he watched the floating figure of the young man who, even in his wedding clothes, was sleeping soundly while awaiting for his great love.
And the voice ... without a doubt it was his voice ...
- "Krist ..."
Arthit, on the other hand, walked resolutely towards the center of the room.
"It is here... at the end it is really here..."
Finally, when he was only a few steps away, the figure began to descend until it was at the height of the young man's chest.
The young mage, with his heart pounding in his chest, raised a hand and placed it on the semitransparent body.
As soon as he placed his fingers on Krist's shirt, an intense white light flooded the room, blinding everyone that was inside.
When it finally dissipated, Arthit was laying unconscious on the stone floor.
- "NO!" - Forth exclaimed as he quickly approached the young man's body.
Very carefully, he placed a finger on Arthit's chest.
Immediately he sighed with relief as he noticed how the chest of the young wizard ascended and descended slowly.
"He just fainted," he thought as he let out a smile.
However, it froze on his face because, at that precise moment, he noticed a small detail that had been overlooked.
The figure of Krist had disappeared completely.
Meanwhile, a young man was waking up abruptly in one of the Palace bedrooms.
A boy who, without caring about the arms that were trying to stop him, jumped out of bed and ran to the main stairs that led to the garden.
"Wait for me Arthit," Kong thought as he started to go down the steps, followed closely by Knott and Newwie, "I am coming..."
