Unknown Lady

Kabanata 34

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RAIDE DOESN'T know what to do. He's torn between telling to his friends about Hezéllaire or let Hezéllaire do what she wants. But, Acel asked him a favor to stop her from lifting up the curse. But, the vampire race will remain in misery.

So...he chose to let Hezéllaire do what she wants. Even Jiane, told him that no one can make Hezéllaire change her mind. Even her mother, that she confirmed it is Zyatha.

"Raide, anak?" A soft knock on the door awakened Raide from his deep thoughts.

"Come in," he uttered and Thianteil, his mother, came in.

"May I know what are you doing?" she asked and went near her son.

Raide shortly glanced at her and then, he sighed. "Investigating."

Thianteil hummed and asked Raide to go down because they are helding a meeting for the upcoming giving party that only Werewolves has.  When his mother left his room, he turned his gaze on his door, as if he's looking on his mom. Then, he sighed.

He remembered when Hezéllaire — Winter Frost — visited them to remind them about the meeting. After Hezéllaire left, Thianteil said something he couldn't understand not until this moment came. The story that his mother talking about it was Eliaze and Lucas' story.

And just days ago, Skeira tells them their story but, there's something that's missing. The ending of it.

HEZÉLLAIRE did not bother to dry her tears anymore. There's no use if another bunch of tears are coming to drench her cheeks.

She is exhausted. Hundred and one percent. She's not yet fully-recovered but, she have to force herself to regain her strength. Or else, it will be too late.

She wanted to end this as soon as possible but, she wanted to stay longer. She's not sure if ever she'll vanish, they could remember her or not. She's scared to be forgotten. She wants to stayed in their minds and heart. She wants them to know her. Not just a mere messenger or even under the name of Winter Frost. She wants them to know who really she is.

But how?

Once they find her identity before she could even lift up the curse that Eliaze casted on vampire race. No one would remember her. Even the gods and goddess, including her mother.

"Laire..." Harlio called her, hesitancy.

"Hmm?" she hummed, her eyes are locked on the bright blue sky.

"Jiane is outside. We...told her that you are here," he said and Hezéllaire just nodded.

"Laire—"

"If you're going to ask me if I'm fine... I'm not," she said in a low voice. "Where is she?" she asked, pertaining to Jiane.

"In music room."

Hezéllaire vanished within the sky blue smoke and as soon as she entered the music room, Jiane saw her immediately and run towards her.

"Winter!" she exclaimed and caged her in her arms.

Jiane was taken aback when Hezéllaire cry in her arms. Her eyes widens and gently caress Hezéllaire's hair down to her back, trying to calm her.

"Win..."

"C-could you please call me L-Laire?" Hezéllaire said in between her sobs.

Tears pooled on Jiane's eyes as she nodded and softly call her, "Hezéllaire..."

Hezéllaire gasped and rest her forehead on Jiane's shoulder. "I'm tired, ate..." A tear rolled down on Jiane's cheek as she listen on Laire's words.