Forbidden - Lashton

Chapter 32 - calum (short)

*Past* (Before Chapter 1)

Michael had me follow him down the steps that lead to the basement. There was an old-looking bookshelf and he pushed sideways until an entrance was revealed. We stepped inside to meet a gloomy room that inside had brown rusty shelves on either side of the room that was filled with potions and items that are in jars. In the middle is an alchemy table.

Michael got closer to it and held out the purple gem and easily crushed it which dropped into a small container, filling it up with glowing purple substance. He picked up the bottle and swirled it around then stopped to turn to me and told me to drink the suspicious drink.

When I didn't make any move to reach for the bottle, he said. "Go on. Drink it. It won't hurt you, I promise." I nodded and started to gulp down the drink.

At first, the drink didn't taste like anything when it suddenly started getting bitter. There was a headache forming and in the process, I dropped the bottle, making it shatter into pieces. I brought my hand up to my forehead -- to make it somehow go away and closed my eyes, stumbling backward, Michael caught onto me and helped me sit down on a wooden stool that was against the sone wall. My head was pounding and it didn't help if my eyes were closed or not, I just wanted it to go away.

A few seconds later, the headache died down and I was suddenly surged with memories and thoughts. I looked at my hands, clenching and unclenching them.

"Do you remember who you are?" Michael asked me. I looked at my palm and stared intensely.

This isn't what I wanted to remember.

This isn't who I am.

I can't have possibly treated people so poorly but I guess I was given back the same treatment because the last thing I remembered from my past life was someone killing me. I deserved it anyway.

I was angry at the time and I remember I heard people talking about how they wanted Lucas to be the king of Ru'uan instead of me and it was also at the time when I discovered Agar and Lucas's secretive relationship they had. It ended up making me kill Lucas.

Killing a person? How could I do that? There's so much blood on my hands -- too much to process all at once.

"I won't kill," I stood up quickly, making me a bit dizzy. "That's an oath."

"Alright, suit yourself. If you ever wanted to know, I'm Mikhail. You know, the person you basically used. Remember that?" I stopped and waited for him to say something, anything else. "You won't kill? That is the biggest lie I've ever heard coming from you! You'll come around." I roll my eyes and walked out of the alchemy lab.

I really wasn't in a mood for him to tell me who I used to be and anyway, why is he so confident and brave? Shouldn't it be the opposite? I made a mistake coming here in the first place. I don't want Michael to take advantage of me and never will he.

As the weeks progressed, I heard a voice. Repeatedly saying the same thing and other times they give me a feeling to be cautious around everyone and anyone.

"One day," The voice told me. "Someone will wield nothing but a weapon during the silver age and all-cause will go to fault and all fault comes in the tiniest betrayal."

I never knew what they meant by that. In fact, I'm afraid of what it could mean. I've been trying to ignore all these flashbacks that hit me but it gets worse and worse whenever I close my eyes.

There are blood splatters and screams coming from every direction that I happen to walk by because Sauron- me, I did that.

Reading about what happened back in the "Golden Age" was worse but not as worse as seeing it. It makes me sick to my stomach that someone could do that with no bit of a problem.

I never told anyone about who I really was, minus the one-time in this afterlife -- I happen to be living at the moment -- I knew who I really was and people started to figure it out and I was a threat to everyone and threw down in a dungeon before they decided to wipe my memory and gave me a chance to relive.

Months later, after Luke came to me and is assigned to protect me, I wanted to tell him about everything I knew and I was so close on telling him when I rethought it again. It was best if I hadn't told him, saved him much more worries besides I had Michael, right?

He does know after all. He comforts me when I need it, he tells me when I'm not alone, though, I gave him to have an advantage of me. He tells me something and I'll do it, no questions asked.

I became the weakling, I became unnoticed while he's taking the upper hand! Suppose I became afraid when it should be the opposite. Must be better that way because of course, Michael wants me to get a piece of the medicine this time. I practically treated him so wrong, I wish I could take it all back.  

As more months passed by, I got kicked out. No one needed me anymore, they wanted me to do a part in a princes path, at the time I had no clue, now I do. I didn't belong there, Luke did.

Michael tried telling Ashton that he should not tell anyone that Luke is the real prince but at last, he failed. I thanked Michael for what he was trying to do yet he was still angry. He kept on mumbling about how Luke gets everything and anything even though he's taken those things away from him.

I wondered what he meant by that.

I wished I knew what he meant by that.

When Ashton and I were good friends before all this chaos started to appear, he told me snippets of these dreams -- he says, "The wind is hollowing. The sun is down and those alleyways, they're always dark." He never claimed they were of any sorts of nightmares, dreams, or visions.

I assumed those were words of nonsense.

I was wrong.

That's when I remembered another memory from far long ago. Agar and I were good friends right when I started to have trouble breathing, I started to get drowsy, I started to get confused when it hit me.

I was poisoned.

To be continued...