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I have fulfilled my role. The chapter where the protagonist meets his childhood friend now officially ends.
From this tall tree I've climb in this mountain overseeing the vast desert I the far distance, I solemnly watched as the small carriage travelling West slowly vanished into dots from my sight until there was nothing left to see but the warm waves of desert heat. Drazhan had departed from his trip in Edzhilflare. The cold morning now turned to warm as the sun rises but what is it with this coldness that I am still feeling?
I've lived many lives and stored all of its memories so I'm never wrong when it comes to all that I've lived. I'm sure of him. He is indeed the same person that I thought he was. He isn't somebody I could mistake for someone else. The ridiculous surge of emotions that I could not handle could only be brought to me by one being. The person I never wanted nor expected to see again. Not in this life and my last, never. But what am I to do now? It is not up to me to decide whether our fates were to cross paths again. I begged to be abandoned from this world because of him yet here I am, able to feel his presence again and such is the irony.
To the only being I have ever loved. Should I beg my god to once more be banished from you? Then again, if I do, what's the point of me trying to win? He would know that Drazhan is of importance to me and he'd use it against me. As the protagonist, he is the most important key to my success. This is the most subtle world I have lived in quite a while of torturous settings, I can't have it fail because I will never know when the next tolerable life will be.
I've made up my mind. I took a deep breath and sighed as I finally decided to get down from this tree. I have been up here since dawn and I've never even slept the night ever since I've seen his face. My heart simply aches for him but I don't forgive him for what he has done to me.
This will just have to be another obstacle I have to manage on my own. What would it led me through if I were to confront him, I could torture him the same way he did to me but what good will it benefit when he couldn't even remember shit about all that's happened. None of them can. I alone stand in this land with the remnants of our true past. Dwelling too much on this matter makes me queasy.
I will not let the memories of the pain they caused to drag me down. More than sad, I am enraged. I will just have to add them to such revenge, killing two birds with one stone.
Drazhan's purpose here has been fulfilled. He probably had a scolding for spending time with me from his father but according to the loud party they had last night, I'm sure he was easily forgiven considering the discovery of his talent is by far the greatest importance to his father now, his life will start to get busier for the next seven years until his exile. And until then, I also have to prepare for my next role.
This is the most important trigger for this story's main plot. If I'm being honest, it sent shivers down my spine when I almost messed up this meeting because it wasn't up to a proper start. It's mainly because of this trip that Drazhan's life turns into hell. The tides are turning swiftly.
The protagonist returns home while his childhood friend gets murdered. His father now knows he is the next king and well do everything that he could to ensure that. Power shouldn't be a big deal for divine descendants like the Solkan people, each royal children is gifted with one or two at birth, all they have to prove is which among them is the strongest but not in the case of Drazhan which was why his father made such a big deal out of the discovery. Fire, water, earth, air, the basics. A combination of either two elements is the most common, rarely is there ever 3 let alone 4 but Drazhan…
How unique are his elements? Well, to simply put, he has all of it.
The oracle should've just given me the physical book instead of shoving into my head, where the memories can be messed up because of my format. The only thing that was revealed about his power early on was merely the close up drawing of his father's horrified face and the simple words of…'And my little one stood there, in the middle of the pool where he made lighting dance in water'.
That was the beginning, it was deemed as a phenomenon. His father even reassured what he saw by confronting his son in a secluded training by force for Drazhan to show all of his elements but he wasn't content there, that was why he confirmed with the priestess. Only a kind can tell a kind. Power can tell power. Priestess Uie is known as the best in the world of her field even kings acknowledges that, which was why he sought out her help. Only the priestess knows Drazhan's true extent and his biggest weakness. She is all knowing and the king knows this, his request for help was a double edge sword. Lots of other shit is unraveled but that well take away the spotlight from me. He has so much information, obviously because he's the protagonist therefore every plan I make needs to be perfectly standard but at the same time, unnoticed.
I'm only a nobody after all, I shouldn't be knowledgeable about all this. I glanced at the sky. I've done my part, he'll wish to see if he can kill me. If there's a narrative I can rely on it's my own. The 7th doesn't have any idea how shocked I was from this meeting, although, me crying my ass off probably gave some part away. He must have thought I was being a bit extra dramatic with the acting when truly, it wrecked me. I was hurt but likewise heavily embarrassed. The scenarios are playing into place for the plot. So now, I must go back to my daily life and die within a few days or so. Not really die but more like, bury an old self and fetch a new one?
Lupa's skin being burnt prematurely before her death was not part of the story, it was my impromptu to create better appeal. The Solkans is known for having a great memory, what more could their royalty be? Drazhan's memory must be photographic. I mentioned that I had a way for my skin to be healed back to normal. Through Drazhan's lack of awareness over his own league of power not learning yet how to conceal it, his mana is basically just leaking out of his body which affects everything around him, me included when I spent time with him. I took advantage of the fact that he'll become the greatest healer in history even surpassing the great priestess herself and used it to basically get myself healed. But I never expected it to work so well, it was only a leak of his power after all, I didn't expect such an effect.
From this small piece of a broken mirror that I stole, I touched my face as I stared at my own reflection. The scars have basically vanished like it was never there. We spent the hole day together and considering how badly I was burnt, it may have took a while for my skin to heal so on the off chance that he did managed to see my real face, it was when the sky was deem at sunset. He couldn't envision me in remembrance in any other light. He won't be able to remember my face well which is my purpose for the security of my role. The next time we'll meet will be in seven years time and it will never be as lovely as our first, and I'm no longer Lupa.
In time we will betray each other again.