Chapter 17
What should I do now?
Should I be as dramatic as previously?
“I am hungry,” I said, feeling my stomach about to touch my back, it has been a while since I last ate. “Miss, this is understandable. You already eat more than the average person and now that you are nursing the young master it is worse.” the doctor spoke up in a soft tone rising from her seat and tapping the wristband on her wrist.
“Don’t worry miss, the food will be here soon.”
As the door slid open, a cart was brought in, not long later. Looking up, I struggled not to drool. I casually but carefully picked up the sleeping child, carefully placing him in the space between my legs and proceeded to prepare for scrumptious my meal.
Compared to the previous meal, this one includes a slightly higher number of options, including two soups, five side dishes, and three meat dishes. A woman, whose identity remains unknown, made her way inside, bringing along a sizable pot. Another, who carried exquisitely crafted cups, followed her.
A smile adorned my lips as I gazed upon the duo. While tea was favoured by numerous people, I personally have a preference for infused water. The soaking process includes a variety of fruits, such as cinnamon, ginger, or lemon, which may vary according to my mood of course, once the water is finished, I can eat the fruits so that explains a lot in itself. Due to a hint of laziness, I kept up this consistency anyway I did not break character even though my memory was faulty.
What is the reason behind the sudden introduction of tea?
My smile was brighter, as my mind raced with various brain-dead scenarios.
Sigh, being an author can be so tiring.
Oh, ho, I guess those people are anxious and my location has been compromised. Was what stood out the most.
“You were hungry for so long. Have a meal,” I whispered, smiling sweetly at the two who entered.
A thick fog obscured the atmosphere within the room suddenly; however, undeterred, I extended my hand towards the bowl of soup and began consuming it in small, pleasurable sips. In the background, one could hear the echoes of screams filled with terror and pain, which were soon followed by the melodious sound of flesh tearing and bones snapping.
“Do not stain the ground. It is a bad omen,after giving birth.”
I said, placing a few pieces of meat in my mouth and polishing off the remaining side dishes before relaxing. A while later, the two women who entered last disappeared, leaving behind the pot of tea and exquisite tea cups behind. They were placed neatly in the corner, as if the person was cautious about such exquisite items.
Well, I actually liked them, so they were quite thoughtful, ill feed them more in the future.
Burping softly, I reached out and touched the little thing, wondering if he would grow up to be a monster as well.
Ultimately, I must admit that I am a monster, even though many excuses can be thrummed up as to why a life like mine in that life had been as it was.
The tray was taken away, not long later by small steady white hands. “It seems that I have tolerated too much for too long.” I said softly, to no one in particular . “Miss is correct. Would you like me to make a move?” there was delight in that softly spoken voice which replied in question.
I thought for a moment, would it be worth it to show my hand so early?
“No,” I said softly, “You may leave. I don’t want to be disturbed for the next five hours.” I closed my eyes ready to take a nap. “Miss, I will see you later.”
I nodded, frowning and closing my eyes.
“Protect,” I whispered, sinking deep into myself with my eyes closed. Ah, it has been so long, Living those lives as if I was really normal had been nice but…
One can try to forget their Origins but they will always be there, it is like a villain trying to be a hero only to become an antihero.
Then again, with an origin like mine, who would want to remember it?
Who would want to really wish to remember that an imposter had taken everything from her, forcing me to living like this?
Soul scattered and created into a book!
Unwilling to remember but also unwilling to forget.
That imposter took my mates, my children and even my original form.
Collapsing, over and over because of her.
The path from the future was a war, and I had many sisters and another life.
The matriarch of my lineage bore the title of Lady Darkness, the progenitor of the Kazmethik-kin. Some even referred to her as Lady Khaos. We had our own times and each time we died we were given a few chances to correct the mistakes done, and to come back stronger.
In all honesty, I had no desire to really live again.
We were older than the multiverse.
Born beyond it and only dwelled within it to be protected from ‘them’.
I was unable to die but was without a solid form forced in a way to explore this multiverse. I was trapped within without Kin, all because of a mistake.
I find myself in a state of profound loneliness. The sensation was sufficient to cause even the most rational person to lose their sanity. As one who had created so many worlds and species, it should have been impossible, but it seems… even the greatest must fall at some point.
Until I concluded an idea, yes, concluded.
I explored many secrets and so everything I discovered I wrote. Unknowingly, yet knowingly, it was a part of a life that I had lived before.
As one world replaces another, my soul finds itself unable to sustain its physical vessel, for it is our minds that tragically hold the key to our sanity. For example, Gaia, initially classified as a Kazmethik-kin, opted to evolve into a world core instead of upgrading into a multi-universe.
I looked down on her for being so ignorant, but who am I to judge after becoming the weakest species known as a humanoid from her own realm?
yet, during the battle between a mad Queen betrayer, and the treasonous one, who forced the collapse of many realms, timelines, and universes I understood her power, who evolved and still existed.
So being an ‘ant’ is not a bad thing. Then I hated myself suddenly.
I hate to understand; I hate to see, and they also hate to remember.
I have fallen so far as a punishment for refusing to adhere to the rules of my mother the great lady Khaos.
Why though?
Someone stole my life, my mates and offspring, am I supposed to bow my head and accept my fate?
Should I not erase her from exisitence, I had been so close!
So what if she too suffered as a wolf, forced to be a spiritual being unable to have a solid body?
What about me?!
I had been the darling of heaven in a life but she wanted to even steal that.
Imposter!
Hate!
Now with my mates! She is living well with my offspring!
It is a pity that dear ole mother dearest tossed me here in this backward universe, making me such a pathetic creature, forgetting and then remembering.
Would I bow my head willingly?
Never!
So I created a system to help me explore, and I was a witness to many things.
Heh.
I can’t remember how long I was in the world.
I’ve seen many planets thousands of times that of Gaia.
I’ve seen the beast which dwelled in the vast starry night sky.
I’ve seen their Creation, seen their destruction and the creation of stars.
Rise and fall of civilizations until I fell into a slumber, awakening in that world to live and suffer the tribulations of that life.
Certain people may find themselves separated by vast distances of hundreds of millions of light years, and the influence of formidable forces emanating from a higher plane can prompt the recognition that time holds no meaning.
The Khaos kin can, yet, what am I now?
What have I become?
What is time?
What is remembering?
It was not until the interstellar confrontation between two mighty beasts that I emerged injured from a cosmic fracture, compelled to recollect all that had been lost and acquire an additional possession that is simultaneously mine and not mine.
It should be a world in a book, a figment of imagination, but what I am made that quite unable to be just an imagination.
I refuse!
So power to this world, power to my fractures who had suffered so, I will write their lives and live them, collecting that part of me and once again take back all that is mine.
As for those mates?
They should all die, I have btter anyway.
(Warning! Collapse! Warning!)
Memories are a type of torture. One can bury them deep to continue living and exploring, fooling the mind.
The system existed for that, to relieve me of those burdensome memories, but now it has been damaged.
(Warning! Rioting possible! World…verge…col—)
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