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Alone and miserable. That's how it is when you lost every important persons in your life. But what if the only single one left is also taken away?
A story of love, hatred, tests and courage. Will he ever find a w...
Blood is dripping from her older brother and it's hard for her to look at him. It hurts seeing her brother suffering from all those wounds and bruises.
She speaks. She tells her big brother sorry, tries to stand up again but her injured leg makes her fall sitting on the ground.
"Don't try to stand. You're injured." Gielien mutters. "You don't need to apologize either. It was ... my fault you were kidnapped anyway," he warmly tells her trying to convince her.
But the girl shakes her head and looks at him teary-eyed. "No. It was because I let myself get kidnapped. I know I'm weak. I'm really sorry, Big Brother."
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Gielien looks down. He is not able to convince her. He tightly closes both his hands. He cannot move more since the snake-like black ropes are tying him up on that dangerous vertical surface.
By then, Gielien starts to cough blood. He notices the snake-like objects stop bursting for a while now. He tells them about it, maybe can lessen their worries a little.
"But you spit blood, you're not okay," Cleayé says lowly.
Gielien looks away from her with an irritated gesture. She's still worried and he doesn't want that. He hates it when others sympathize on him.
He starts thinking about other things—those that will probably calm him, maybe from his childhood? But he can't remember anything. His mind can't seem to enter those childhood memories.
He thinks deeper, further, and he happens to remember something—but this one he doesn't seem to be happy about at first.
In that memory he was always alone, always isolated and only watching other kids play happily.
But that changed, he believes. Someone changed that. Someone talked to him without the obligatory tone of respect for the heir of their land. Someone treated him as an ordinary child, an ordinary human being who needed normal attention.
He happens to remember that. But who was that someone? He can't remember. All he can see is a shadow of a person he believes he trusted and relied on.
He coughs blood again and spits it.
He smiles a little and tells them, "You know, even if I'm interested in knowing ... why those two are doing this, I think ... it doesn't matter now right?"
He continues as he looks at them sincerely, "Please take care of the mansion, and of the land. And ... tell the others I apologize for being a selfish and arrogant master."
Deanard and Neome can't believe what they heard, even Cleayé and the two other men. They seem to be bewildered on what the hell came out from his mouth.
Did Gielien just bid them his valediction? Does he really run out of hope?
Whatsoever, the beautiful sorceress is annoyed because of what he said. She's now teary eyed but she doesn't want those tears fall for she's vexed. Because of this, she slaps his left cheek with her trembling but strong palm.
"You ... you're an idiot! You can't say that!" she exclaims at his pale-looking face.
He turns wide-eyed on her sudden reaction, even the other people within the room they are in.
She continues, "Aren't those bursting enough to tell yourself that ... it's not your time to die? Snap out of it! You can't just die."
She looks down and lowers her tone as she continues, "You see ... you haven't even called me by my name. Ever since then, I have hoped you remember it. I haven't heard you call my name yet." Her voice fades.
Gielien bitterly looks away realizing it. "You're right. How shameful."
He starts to ponder again—names of other persons—how come he remembers Andrew and Dominique's names? Did those bastards do something before for him to remember their names? He mentally shook his head at the thought. How could that even be possible? Those two—who are they to him anyway?
"Please, don't let yourself die here. Stop being selfish, Gielien," she tells him. For the first time she has called him with just his name, without his title as the landlord.
She is clearly against on what the purple haired lord sounds to be planning. She won't let it. She can't believe it either.
Even if she just happen to live inside his mansion for not so long ago, it's still enough for her to know him well. She knows—Gielien is not the type of person who will run away from everything and just let himself lose on a fight he entwined himself into. He might be the most stubborn and arrogant person she ever knew. But he's still the very person who proves her he has one word. He will certainly not let his words just break and shatter.
She looks fiercely at him. "I remember you told us you won't die with that."
He looks at her with a little smile that does not reach his tired eyes. "I also told you I'll bring her back no matter what the cost, right?"
She replies still determined, "Then you have to go back with us."
The purple haired lord's smile fades. He may want to live more but his wounds already made him lose so much blood and his body can't handle it. Even moving one of his fingers is already difficult. His body is shaking heavily and he can't control it.
Dominique moves his sight away from the scene. "I just don't want to realize I overestimated him."
Andrew replies with the same low voice, "Our fight is not enough to free me from disappointment either."
Midnight has passed and daybreak's coming. But unlike one may expect, today's dawn doesn't appear to be like the others—beginning, hope, light and life. It seems to be the opposite and they don't want its advent. They don't want it this time. They are all hopeless as the seemingly approaching darkness is about to end a life.
Cleayé says softly with a troubled face, "That isn't true ... it's not ...,"
"But it is," the purple-haired lord speaks in a serious tone. "Just accept it. There's nothing you can do to reverse it. You see ... this is reality. This isn't a book ...that can have as many revisions as pleased."
He breathes deeply, looking at the floor with his vision already blurry. He knows that the girl's right. He still wants to live. He doesn't want to give in to the fearsome death. He's not afraid but apparently, the others are.
They are speechless. They don't want to utter a word unplanned for even the brightest word will make them feel heavier.
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End of Part 11: He Says Farewell. [Gielien!!!! But this is a book!!! And I have been doing a lot of editing already!! (To tell the truth, I'm a little worried on your reaction with this. xD) Don't hesitate to comment! TY!
