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âYour Highness.â Verie pushed her way through the crowd and bowed, gesturing to the enormous dead silver fish that had washed up onto the shore. â It was discovered by the fishermen who were preparing to set sail this morning. We don't know if the fish washed ashore after it died or beached itself.
Phenice frowned as she examined the fish, instantly recognizing it as the Calamitas Piscis; a harbinger of misfortune, an omen of disaster. Romirro can still sink below the waves. She realized, remembering that the dark clouds that appeared during the lunar eclipse had not fully dissipated. âWorry not.â she assured âFind a suitable place to bury it and clean up this area.â
âYes, Your Highness.â Verie nodded. âRomirro was spared thanks to you and the Sea God. The people want to prepare a feast to properly celebrate. They wish to invite you and the Sea God...â
âI understand.â Phenice cut her off. âWe'll discuss it when the time comes.â
She briskly returned to the temple, a hand over the cracked seashell necklace; the crack had deepened these past few day, the seashell had also begun to fracture in other places.
In the temple...
Not hearing the usual tinkle of flowing water, Phenice hurried to the pool, only to find the springs had dried up.
Without a moment's of hesitation, she dove into thee water.
In the black water...
it did not take long for Phenice to notice thee unconscious Rafayel sinking into the depths. Activating the 'Phoenix Heart' powers, she realized that most of His power was gone.
Remembering there was a place that was closely connected to the Sea God, Phenice encased both her and Rafayel in a red energy bubble and let the current carry them off.
At the Sea God's Tomb...
âYoung Sea God...â the Long-Bearded Sea God started. âOh? It's you two again.â
âYour Quintessence, I'm here to make a request.â Phenice pleaded. âI need your help.â
âHe is about to fade from existence.â the Long-Bearded Sea God took a closer look at Rafayel. âHe still needs to reclaim His true power, yet He almost exhausted the small amount of divine energy He possesses.â
âWhat did He do to end up in such a state?â the Sword-Wielding Sea God inquired.
âWhat a shame.â the Whalerider Sea God tsked. âHe will become the youngest Sea God to fade away in our history.â
âIs there a way to save Him?â Phenice begged. âHe can't fade away like this.â
âHe needs true love.â the Crowned Sea God answered.
âHe needs a heart that loves Him unconditionally.â the Whalerider Sea God added.
âWhen He obtains the power to protect Lemuria and the ocean recognizes His ascension to godhood, He will live for a long, long time.â the Crowned Sea God declared. âAn almost immortal life.â
âThis is the only way to save Him.â the Long-Bearded Sea God concluded.
âCan my heart save Him?â Phenice asked.
âAre you willing to try?â the Long-Bearded Sea God held out a hand to the fire wielder after a hushed discussion with the other Sea Gods.
âOf course.â Phenice nodded.
âIt will hurt.â the Long-Bearded Sea God warned. âBear with me for a moment.â clenching His fist, he drew out several threads of gentle light and the strings floated back into Rafayel's chest. âYour pure heart and the devotion from your love is enough. However, you will dissipate into sea foam once you give up this heart. That decision is yours to make.â
âThe Sea God's Tomb?â Rafayel stirred. âHow did I end up here?â
âYou've been unconscious for a long time.â Phenice replied. âThese Sea Gods woke you up.â
The Long-Bearded Sea God gave the young woman a profound yet knowing look before slowly turning toward Rafayel. âThe last Sea God of Lemuria... may you find true salvation.â
âThank you.â Rafayel responded. âYou're hiding something from me.â he turned to Phenice after the Sea God statues retreated into their niches.
âYou're the one who's been hiding things from me.â Phenice retorted. âYou've expended too much of your power. Your body can't sustain itself anymore.â
âAre you underestimating me?â Rafayel snorted. âDefying a prophecy from the Tome of the Sea God did take a considerable toll on me, but I'll recover in a century give or take.â
âThe prophecy hasn't changed, though.â Phenice reminded. âRomirro will still be submerged.â
âYes, but that doesn't mean it can't be changed.â Rafayel assured. âRomirro wasn't destroyed on 'the third night of the lunar eclipse'. So for now, it won't sink below the waves. This is our turning point. Stop frowning.â he brushed the stray hairs on Phenice's fringe. âLet tomorrow worry about itself. As for the present... â he summoned currents to carry them back to the surface. âIt's almost dawn. We might be able to watch the sunrise as we head back.â
Several days later...
âI need to leave Romirro again.â Rafayel informed Phenice via the sea breeze. âWe won't be seeing each other for some time. You were in a hurry.â he noticed Phenice had located Him in a lit corner. âAre you scared I'd leave without saying goodbye?â
âWhere are you going?â Phenice pressed.
âI'm just looking for pearls.â Rafayel answered. âOnce I recover that part of my power, I'll return.â
Phenice knew He was lying; the increasingly more severe cracks on the seashell necklace told her His life force was fading away at an alarming rate.â Rafayel, is there anything you need me to do for you?â she urged. âTell me. No matter what it is, I'll do it.â
âNo.â Rafayel replied.
âHow long will you be gone?â Phenice asked.
âIt's hard to say.â Rafayel pondered âMaybe it'll be a year or two, a century or more. Perhaps even longer than that. Don't worry. Even after I'm gone, you and Romirro will survive. This is a god's promise to you.â
âWhen are you leaving?â Phenice pressed. âLet me see you off.â
âI'll wait for you at sea.â Rafayel conceded.
Later that night...
âThe tides have changed.â Phenice noted, sitting on a couch boat.
âThe sea inevitably returns to where it belongs, and separates from the land.â Rafayel remarked before moving forward and captured Phenice's lips in a bruising kiss, the impact making thee couple fall into the sea.
Drawing Rafayel into a hug, Phenice let Him pull them back to the surface. âI'll pray to the sea.â she spoke. âI hope every ocean current carries you to bright, warm places. You said it was once part of your heart.â she touched the seashell necklace. âIt's time to return it to where it belongs. Because of my selfishness, I took the heart that belongs to you.â she dropped the necklace into Rafayel's hands and closed them. âNow... with the power of the Sea God's vow, our covenantâRafayel, obey my command!â she called, the necklace reforming into its dagger form. â Reclaim this heart and end our everlasting bond.â she then stabbed the dagger straight into her chest.
âNo...â Rafayel caught Phenice's fallen form. âI refuse to accept this betrayal!â
âThis heart can save you... and Romirro...â Phenice whispered, the light of the 'Phoenix Heart' had started to dim. âMy death... is worth more than my life...â
âThe Sea God doesn't need this heart!â Rafayel insisted. âOur bond... it cannot end this way! I won't allow it!â
âAlthough our covenant has been broken... I'll become one with the sea... and stay with you forever...â Phenice promised and breathed her last, her body dissolving into sea foam.
The morning bells of Romirro chimed, signalling the arrival of daylight.
The heartbroken Rafayel, however, came face-to-face with an unexpected visitor.
âNo!â the revived Sea God reached out to the 'Phoenix Heart' that had shot out from his hand. âWho are you?â he demanded turning to the small sprite-like woman floating in the sky.
âI am Guardian Cosmos, protector of the Galaxy Cauldron.â the sprite-like woman responded, claiming the 'Phoenix Heart' and using the power of her staff to revert it back to its original form; a red hexagonal dipyramidal-shaped transparent crystal. âBe patient, Offspring of Oceanus. Rest assured you and the owner of this Star Seed will find your way back to each other in the future. Until then, look to the Moon.â with that, she vanished.
Humanity's last ark, the City of Romirro, was perched on a solitary island.
âThere shall be a lunar eclipse, and at the end of the third night, Romirro will be annihilated as it sinks to the bottom of the ocean's waves.â
The Tome of the Sea God, which had foretold all worldly changes, announced the day in which humanity will be submerged during the first night.
âThe Sea God has abandoned us!â the leader of the angry crowd declared. âHe has abandoned everyone!â
âThe Sea God is the one who will make the ocean devour Romero.â a female follower added. âHe wants to destroy us. We're going to die.â
At the edge of the harbour, which had suffered years of erosion because the sea winds, desperate people were pushing the Sea God statues they had curved with their own hands into the abyssal waters.
Temples had long since been abandoned, their alters smashed. Precious collections of books and scrolls were naught but ashes and smoke.
Over the centuries, the people's faith in the Sea God and everything that's associated with Him were swallowed by the rising tide. It was only a matter of time before they were abandoned and forgotten.
The Bride of the Sea God suffered a similar fate.
In the main tower...
âThe second night is already here.â a minister reported. âIt won't be long until Romirro is submerged. It will be just as the prophecy says. The citizenry is mired in unrest. Should this continue, chaos will inevitably unfold. My Lord, we must find a way to soothe them...â
âHuh...â Hawkern scoffed. âIt's only an eclipse. There's nothing to worry about. In fact, gather all the citizens and tell them - The Tome of the Sea God has revealed a new prophecy. We must hold the Wavear Ritual and have the Bride of the Sea God make an announcement. Did you hear that, Bride of the Sea God?â after dismissing the minister, he entered a side room of his chambers.
âDidn't you say the Tome of the Sea God spreads lies and leads people astray?â Phenice looked up from the scroll she was reading from. âNot only is it untrustworthy, but you personally sealed it away in a temple.â
âThese matters are of no concern to you.â Hawkern snorted. â 'Romirro shall be reborn under the current castellan.' You will make that stone tablet reveal something and then recite those words.â
âEverything is at stake here.â Phenice reminded. âYet you're still obsessed with your power as the castellan. How pathetic.â
âFoolish lass.â Hawkern snarled.â Do you think you'd still be alive if someone else could converse with the Tome of the Sea God? Play your part. You know very well what will become of you if you don't.â with that, he closed the heavy metal door behind him.
âYou're the Bride of the Sea God.â a male's voice echoed from the gentle breeze that blew in. âWhy are you letting humans mistreat you?â
âThat title is nothing more than a pair of shackles.â Phenice answered, rolling up the scroll. âWhy can't you be my groom instead?â
Phenice had long forgotten when it all started; at first, the fire user thought the voice was a hallucination born from her lengthy imprisonment. As time passed, seagulls brought her seashells with strange patterns. It was when she became certain of His existence.
âDon't you want to escape?â the voice tempted. âTonight is your only chance. When the eclipse hangs high and the tides flow back, you only need to remember two things.â the wind flipped through the pages on the table until it stopped on a page covered in mysterious, intricate letterings. âThe Sea God's Summoneo Staff... the Sea's Ritualis Hymn... when the time comes, I will answer your call.â
With the last traces of His voice buried by the horn, Phenice looked outside to see the anxious crowd gathering under the dilapidated tower.
âWhat do you mean?â Phenice looked around in the empty space. âWhat do you want me to do?â
However, only silence answered her.
Later that night...
âRejoice everyone.â Hawkern declared from the top of the tower, the orb that symbolized Romirro in his hand. âDo not fear this lunar eclipse. It heralds a new hope, a new future for Romirro. We will not crumble under the waves. We've cast aside the Sea God and left behind our hall of faith. Now our centuries of sacrifice have changed the ancient prophecy. You will see the truth with your own eyes.
Ass the crowd grew increasingly restless, a guard pushed Phenice forward.
âMy lord, the power within the Tome of the Sea God has faded.â Phenice spoke. âI require the Sea God's Summoneo Staff to make the prophecy's words manifest again.â
âThe Wavear Ritual doesn't require a sacred staff.â Hawkern retorted. âDo not lie to me.â
âTonight is the lunar eclipse.â Phenice reminded. âWithout the Summoneo Staff to protect us, should any signs resembling 'calamities' appear...â
Giving a nearby guard a side glance, Hawkern had him bring the Summoneo Staff to Phenice.
Brushing away the dust from the sacred staff, Phenice raised toward the Tome of the Sea God. Our silent universe awakens in the faint light where dusk and dawn meet and merge,â she began to sing. âThe young and pure Sea God descends upon the first wave's surge.â the ancient lyrics flowe from her mouth as the staff slowly traced a totem-like pattern in the air.
Suddenly, an answering song drifted through the biting sea wind as though in echo.
Phenice's courage strengthened as her voice grew louder. âHe who commands the cycles of the sun, the moon, and the tides, He who guides souls to rest in distant realms...â
âShe's singing the Sea's Ritualis Hymn.â Hawkern realized in horror. âThat forbidden song! Guards, seize her!â
Reacting to the castellan's orders, the guards lunged at Phenice, only to be repelled by a dazzling blue light emitting from the staff.
âThe Sea God wields fire in the darkness.â Phenice finished the hymn. âHe is the blazing sun who ignites the lost night!â
As if in response, thunder crashed down upon the sea as enormous waves manifested. Heavy rainfall descended as the storm engulfed all of Romirro.
Unfazed by the terror and chaos around her, Phenice tightened her hold on the staff as she continued to sing until a bright light appeared, pointing to something under the towering waves. Without a moment's hesitation, Phenice leapt into the sea.
In the ocean depths...
âYou're here at last.â a voice as cold as frigid seawater drifted toward Phenice.
Phenice forced her eyes open to see a slowly swaying fishtail. âA human body with the tail of a fish and the power to control the ocean.â the fire user pondered. âAre you the Sea God?â
âMy identity is of little importance.â the newly revealed Sea God replied.
The dim moonlight filtered through the churning waters and Phenice could see several heavy chains wrapped around his body and powerful runes, barely visible, kept him immobilized.
âI've saved your life.â the Sea God reminded. âNow then, release the seals that bind me.â
âWhy would the Sea God be imprisoned in a place like this?â Phenice asked, confused.
âI could be lying.â the Sea God admitted. âI can help you, but I can also let you drown in these abyssal waters to keep me company.â
âThe seals on your body are incredibly powerful.â Phenice observed. âBreaking them won't be easy.â
âYour power alone is no match for these.â the Sea God conceded. â'Its scale is as cold as the lonely moon. At dawn, it shall pierce your heart.'â he quoted. â The Sea's Ritualis Hymn you sang; that is the answer.â
Resting her palm over the glowing sealing gem on his chest, Phenice pulled out a silver orate dagger. Channelling her fire powers onto the dagger's blade, she sliced the tail chain with one cut.
âThe voice of the storm.â the Sea God chanted. âCome to me.â
Phenice's second cut sliced the waist chain. Without any prompting, her third cut sliced the neck chain.
Call out to me from the fathomless depths of the sea. The now freed Sea God called forth his long sealed off abilities as the Tidebreaker Trident manifested in his hands. Bestow... the inextinguishable Flame of Vengeance. âThe Sea God's Revival has been completed.â swooping Phenice into his arms, he swam to the surface. âYou've rewritten the fate of these waters. Starting from this moment, you are bound to me. You cannot turn back.â
Back in the tower...
Phenice snapped open her eyes, the dream of her long-forgotten memory disappeared to the back of her mind as rainwater flowed through the window frames.
âAre you awake?â the Sea God asked, his fish tail now replaced by a pair of legs. âI have prepared a gift for you.â lifting Phenice up, he directed her gaze to the steps below. Hawkern, his most trusted minister, the tower's guard captain; everyone who had once abused her were now on the ground, bound, with their eyes filled with fear and despair. âTheir lives are in your hands. Would you like to deal with them one by one...â he covered Phenice's hand with his own as he raised her hand, channelling lightning in her palm. âOr would you rather finish them all at once?â he asked, using the summoned lightning to strike Hawkern. Raising Phenice's hand again, he summoned raging waves to engulf thee trembling captives.
âThe Sea God already has a terrible reputation.â Phenice reminded. ââWon't this make the people hate you more?â
âThe faith of humans is nothing more than self-interest.â the Sea God remarked. âThey worship when they need something and curse when they don't get what they want. Why should I care about reputations? They claimed I've abandoned this world.â he recalled his power. âVery well. I'll let them be a witness to true annihilation. This is only the beginning. Don't you dare become merciful too swiftly.â
âYou...â the dying Hawkern glared. âIf it weren't for me you would've been executed. How dare you repay my kindness with betrayal!â
âThe lamb penned for slaughter is obligated to thank the butcher?â Phenice snapped. Picking up a sword that had fallen on the ground, she stabbed the blade into Hawkern's palm.
âDon't forget, your life... is still in my hands.â Hawkern choked. âIf I die... you will be cursed to perish in agony!â
âA curse?â the Sea God echoed. Lifting Phenice's chin, he stroked her cheeks and caused tentacle-like, bluish-green runes to slowly appear. âYou're referring to these crude patterns?â curling his fingertips, he tore the runes away. âIt's an ancient curse, but it's far too weak to control my bride. What a terrible attempt of a trick.â
Hawkern barely made out a pained groan as a water tendril tightened around his throat.
âThese magicks can't be wielded by humans.â the Sea God turned to his captive. âTell me where you found it.â
âWhat right... do you have... to judge me...â Hawkern choked.
âI won't tell you anything.â the Sea God answered. âYou don't need to worry about asking again either.â
âAren't you a god?â Hawkern taunted. âWhy are you destroying everything? Lemuria, Whalefall City... Now you want to destroy this island!â
As if enraged, the Sea God summoned dark-colored waves. When the waters receded, the castellan and the others had vanished without a trace.
âWhere have you taken them?â Phenice asked.
âThey're in a more appropriate place.â the Sea God replied.
âWhy didn't you just kill Hawkern?â Phenice was confused.
âYou were imprisoned in his cage.â the Sea God stated. âHow many years?â
âIt's been a long time.â Phenice answered. âI lost count after the thirtieth tally mark.â
âIf the hatred from that time could be offset by him dying instantly, I would happily grant your wish at this very moment.â the Sea God offered.
âYou wouldn't offer me a 'gift' without a reason.â Phenice's heckles were raised. âWhat is it that you want? Tell me.â
âYou are my bride, aren't you?â the Sea God lowered himself to her eye-level. âRemoving unsavory elements from my bride's life is my duty.â
Just then, a thunderous crash resounded outside the window; the roaring storm had destroyed a distant embankment as seawater rushed in like a roaring beast, flowing directly into the city.
âBut how?â Phenice was now panicking. âThis is only the second night. Romirro shouldn't be sinking now!â
In the temple...
The Tome of the Sea God had already been returned to its stone pedestal in the temple.
Phenice stood in shock when she witnessed the words of the prophecy emitting a faint glow.
âThis future was predetermined long ago.â the Sea God reminded. âWhether it's the second or third night makes little difference. You knew this day would come. Why are you surprised?â
âThe sacred bodhi tree I was born from is still here.â Phenice looked out of the window. She turned to the Sea God. âLegends say the Sea God is all-powerful. He can overturn oceans and move mountains. So you can save Romirro, yes?â
âThe fate of this world is predetermined, and legends are just legends.â the Sea God admitted. â In any case, it hasn't been long since I was awakened. My powers haven't fully returned yet. Why should I risk my own life for a city that despises me? Mind you, I would have to defy a prophecy in the Tome of the Sea God.â
âWhat if you regained your powers?â Phenice asked tentatively.
âGive me your hand.â the Sea God held out his hand. Seeing Phenice hesitate, he took her hand and cut both their palms. He then intertwined His fingers with Phenice's, causing their blood to mix' thee mixed blood then dripped onto the Tome of the Sea God.
Golden light rose from the Tome like threads of silk, unfurling in midair and weaving together to form poetic words, revealing a new prophecy: Lemurians who seeketh Absolute Power, Combat the treacherous tides, Dive into The Deep for pearls, Find a true love.
â'To find a true love'...â Phenice frowned at the prophecy's last sentence. âThat means...â
âYou already know the answer, my Firebird.â the Sea God healed Phenice's wound.
âYou knew you needed me to restore your power.â Phenice realized. âThat's why you gave me those ;gifts'.â
âYou're more clever than the humans I'm familiar with.â the Sea God was mildly impressed.
âAccording to the Tome, you'll regain your power and stop the sea from swallowing Romirro if we fall in love?â Phenice concluded.
âAs things stand, this is your only option.â the Sea God admitted.
Summoning the 'Phoenix Heart' amulet, Phenice held the ruby orb to the Sea God. âWith this divine relic as witness, I will love you forever. Until I breathe my last breath.â
âDo you remember how you awakened me?â the Sea God asked, the relic that symbolized the Phoenix's power and burst into a bright fiery red before dimming when it accepted the vow.
âThe Summoneo Staff and the Sea's Ritualis Hymn...â Phenice recalled.
âThis can temporarily awaken some of my powers, but we need one more thing to stop the storm.â the Sea God handed Phenice the Summoneo Staff. Turning her hand, He began tracing letters on her palm.
âRa... fayel...â Phenice whispered as a name made itself known.
âRemember it.â Rafayel insisted. âThat is my name. Recite my name in your heart with the utmost devotion. Then sing the Hymn for me once more.â with that, He dove into the storm, His legs reverting back to its tail form as He soared above the waves.
Her powers no longer sealed, Phenice sang the Sea's Ritualis Hymn with her melodious voice, the Summoneo Staff emitting a light to accompany her song.
In response, Rafayel glided along the top of the waves. Lightning from the tip of His Tidebreaker Trident struck the heavy storm clouds and streams of golden light swirled across the sea's surface.
At long last, the rain stopped and the winds ceased as the subdued tides receded.
Back in the tower...
Hawkern and his henchmen were now imprisoned in a water cage that's under a waterfall.
As heiress to the previous castellan, Phenice become the new ruler of Romirro.
After sending away the ladies-in-waiting after their reports, Phenice searched for Rafayel in the temple once again.
Right in the center of the temple, several springs converged into a deep, mysterious pool. The waters churned; the currents with white sea foam were connected to the Deep Sea.
Around the pool stood twelve broken statues, their damaged torsos holding candleholders of solidified whale oil, their heads solemnly lowered toward Phenice.
âHe took the time to build a pool.â Phenice shook her head. âI've learned something, however. He likes to soak in the water. Is He not here?â bored, she conjured some orange flames and began using them to draw random patterns in the air.
âIt's impolite to enter my bedchamber without greeting me first.â Rafayel chided, floating to the surface.
âI supervised the renovation of this temple ever since I was fifteen.â Phenice huffed. âIf anything, this place should be mine.â
âYou are correct.â Rafayel conceded. â'I shouldn't have stopped you.â his rest interrupted, Rafayel lifted himself from the water, his tail turning into a pair of legs.
âI have something that should interest you.â Phenice informed. Walking over to the Tome, she retrieved the Summoneo Staff that was hiding behind it. âIt used to be yours, yes? Now it's yours again.â
âYou are its rightful owner.â Rafayel corrected and gestured for Phenice to take a closer look at the staff's ruby. âIt's your name written in the Lemurian language.â he explained. â It belonged to me, but it seems I gave it to you. So it's yours now.â
âNow that you mention it, it... does look familiar.â Phenice frowned.
âEven I don't remember the staff.â Rafayel admitted. âHow do you have any memory of it?â
âIt felt... familiar when I obtained it.â Phenice answered.
âCould it be that you also forgot everything because you slept for thousands or tens of thousands of years?â Rafayel guessed.
âWhat the Sea God considers a 'deep slumber' can be called 'death' in the eyes of humans.â Phenice reminded. âWhy would you give me a precious staff?â she asked, placing the staff next to the Tome of the Sea God.
âI'm not sure.â Rafayel shrugged. âMaybe it's because I liked you. You don't want us to be smitten with each other?â he teased, seeing Phenice's bewildered look. âIf anything, you don't seem all too pleased with the fact that I liked you before.â
âI just can't imagine you genuinely falling in love with a human.â Phenice rolled her eyes. âBut if we truly had feelings for each other in the past, then falling in love again might not be so difficult.â
âYour thoughts are impolite, I presume.â Rafayel noticed Phenice's displeasure.
âI was thinking about the god I'm supposed to fall in love with.â Phenice explained. âI'm wondering what His character is. For example, I'd like to learn about His likes, His dislikes, His strengths, His flaws...â
âIf you knew those despicable aspects and flaws, would you still fall in love?â Rafayel interrupted.
âIt is said that if someone can accept even your most awful aspects, then it's true love.â Phenice replied. âIt touches the soul.â
âIn other words, an ignorant, foolish impulse.â Rafayel snorted. âIt's not difficult for you to discover what kind of god I am.â he then lifted the seashell pendent hanging around Phenice's neck. âWhen the next full moon arrives, you will find the answer you seek.â he informed before sinking back into the pool and vanishing from sight.
Three days later...
The necklace's seashell emitted a soft glow, guiding Phenice out of the city and into a dense forest at the foot of Mount Onyuna.
Phenice quickened her pace when she heard the sound of stones moving before finding Rafayel using his water abilities to build an alter in the middle of an abandoned ruin.
âCome closer.â Rafayel instructed, still focused. âYou're in the way. 'His blood surged to form the oceans, His scales transformed into the stars above. His bones became the whales who bore the sun disc, the moon clams that measure time, the coral bridges that lead to the Netherworld.'â he recited after assembling the final pieces.
âThat's the creation myth for how the c founded Lemuria.â Phenice realized. âAre these ruins connected to the Sea God?â
âThis place is part of the Island of Songs.â Rafayel answered as more stones rose with the flowing water, connecting the broken walls and ruins to gradually form a shrine. â It preserved Lemuria's history as well as the important chronicles of every Sea God. The Sea God you want to learn about is here.â
âThese are the stories about the Sea God, but they're not the story of 'Rafayel'. Phenice argued.
âThere's no difference.â Rafayel remained indifferent. â One day, I will become another Sea God who's depicted here. The name 'Rafayel' shall be forgotten.â He tilted His head back as if He was using somewhat real yet illusory fragments to search for fragments of His memories.
The flowing water gradually dispersed and the shrine crumbled apart once more, returning to being ruins.
âAfter you regain your powers, what do you want to do?â Phenice asked.
âI'll start with finding the person who sealed me away at the bottom of the sea.â Rafayel replied. Glancing at the moon, he walked into the dense forest and making Phenice run after Him hurriedly.
âThere's one thing I still don't understand.â Phenice pressed. âYou forgot who sealed you away. How do you know that I can break your seal?â
âYou are the Sea God's bride.â Rafayel answered as if it was common knowledge. âYou're the only one I would choose. And you were the only person I could sense when I was sealed away.â
By the shore...
âWould you like to accompany me this time?â Rafayel asked.
Raising His hand, the moonlight condensed into a strand of silver thread at His fingertips before descending onto the sea's surface. âThe perfect opportunity is right in front of you.â he released the strand of moonlight and made a gesture with His hands that resembled a flying bird. He let loose a lingering whistle and an enormous white skeleton rose from the sea. âHold on tight.â he warned, placing Phenice on the creature's back before turning back into his Sea God form and swam into the ocean.
SIn the ocean...
Rafayel swum through the inky black water with the skeletal creature carrying Phenice close behind.
âRafayel, come here.â Phenice suddenly had an idea. âI want to give you a gift. Just so you're aware, I haven't done this after my powers go sealed. It might not work.â
âI should keep my expectations low, then?â c guessed. Despite that, He still used the rising waves to sit down beside her.
Phenice took a deep breath and gripped the 'Phoenix Heart' amulet with one hand, her other hand resting n the Fantasia Shark's head.
In the darkness, a faint power slowly awoke, moving cautiously toward Phenice.
A gentle radiance spread out from the Fantasia Shark. Layers of blue tint the seawater and faintly revealed the silhouette of a city.
âI thought this Fantasia Shark missed Whalefall City too, so I tried to resonate with it.â Phenice explained, hearing Rafayel's startled gasp. âDid that bring back any memories?â
âThank you.â Rafayel responded after a moment of silence. âYou helped me see Whalefall City. We'll arrive at our destination once the fog clears.â he informed, guiding Phenice and her skeletal ride deeper into the ocean.
Before Phenice could press for more details, she suddenly felt my mind being enshrouded by fog and her consciousness became heavy.
âThe fog is as it should be.â Rafayel soothed. âAll you need to do is close your eyes and get some rest while you can.â
Some time later...
âDid you get enough rest?â Rafayel asked, seeing Phenice open her eyes.
âHow long was I asleep?â Phenice moaned. âWait, where am I?â
Around them, the surrounding seawater surged violently, rushing with the force of a thousand avalanches toward a massive oceanic abyss.
âI thought you were eager to help me get my powers back.â Rafayel scoffed. âThis is what the Tome of the Sea God means by 'combat the treacherous tides'.â
âAh...â Phenice nodded in understanding and allow Him to take her into the bottomless oceanic abyss.
Dark blue flames ignited one after another, moving in their direction to reveal an ancient, magnificent plaza. In the center stood a stone gate with multiple heavy chains, each chain extending to a tall stone statue that anchored it in place.
âThis is the Sea God's Tomb.â Rafayel introduced. âEach stone statue below represents a Sea God who has perished.â shooting lightning from a fingertip, and the bolt hit one of the guardian statues. âStop pretending. I know you can hear me.â
âYoung Sea God, I have already told you.â the guardian statue stirred. âThe bond's mark that is etched into your soul was never complete. You cannot enter the Sea God's Tomb, let alone reforge the Tidebreaker Trident.â
âI've already brought the owner of that mark.â Rafayel pushed Phenice forward. â If we're together, wouldn't that make it complete?â
âYou are correct.âthe guardian statue concurred after a while and turned to Phenice. âTo awaken the Sea God, you must traverse the thirty-three levels of the Sea God's Tomb to reach its depths and offer the Tidebreaker Trident on the altar.â it instructed. âOnce the trial is complete, you can reclaim the Sea God's power.â
âThere are statues representing past Sea Gods in each level of the tomb.â Phenice realized what the trial entailed. âIn other words, we have to defeat them for you to reclaim your powers.â
âLeave everything to me.â Rafayel assured. âYou just have to do one thing: don't die.â the Tidebreaker Trident materialized in Rafayel's hand as He walked to the stone gate.
Phenice took a deep breath and summoned a dart-headed spear.
âLet's begin.â Rafayel issued his challenge.
The stone statues slowly pulled away the heavy chains, causing layer upon layer of seals to be released one after another, and the seabed began to shake violently.
âThe key to passing this trial isn't to defeat the statues.â Rafayel informed. âIt's related to... reaching the altar.â
âAh...â Phenice nodded in understanding.
As soon as a gap appeared in the stone gate, Rafayel swung His trident to create a maelstrom, using the force of the storm to sweep them up and propel them through the entrance.
Lightning flashed and sparks flew as He shot into the first level like an arrow released from a bow. Meanwhile, a Sea God statue was slowly emerging from an enormous stone niche.
âYoung Sea God...â the long-bearded Sea God barely managed a word in before lightning struck, knocking it back into the stone niche.
Not lingering, Rafayel rode the current into the second level and unleashed another lightning bolt with no down-time.
The sword-wielding Sea God let out a grunt before it was forced back into its resting spot.
Chaos surrounded the fire-wielding couple as an unprecedented scorching heat radiated from Rafayel's body, yet His gaze remained exceptionally sharp and composed; the stone statues were either knocked back before they could fully emerge or slow in their hopeless pursuit.
âDuck!â Phenice barked, releasing a wave of fire from her war spear to incinerate several coral arrows flying toward them.
Rafayel's arm around her only tightened as he turned the entire Sea God's Tomb upside down, reaching the altar in just a few breaths. âDone.â he declared. With lightning speed, He unleashed the Tidebreaker Trident, and a radiant brilliance flooded the Sea God's Tomb.
âWhat is the meaning of this?â the sword-wielding Sea God demanded. âWhy is the latest incarnation of the Sea God so disrespectful?â
âWell done!â the long-bearded Sea God laughed âA young god should have a young god's vitality.â
âThis won't do!â the crowned Sea God complained. âWe need to add a new rule: Shortcuts are not allowed! Otherwise, my ancient stones will crumble to pieces.â
âHow is it over already?â the Whalerider Sea God whined. âI finally got a chance to stretch my muscles, but I haven't even made my grand entrance yet.â
Suddenly, the surrounding clamor faded as hazy threads of light gradually wrapped themselves around Phenice's and Rafayel's hands.
âYe who desires to ascend to true godhood, the Deep Sea shall inscribe your name.â a deep feminine voice resonated from the alter. â I shall cleanse thy body, temper thy weapons, and restore thy lost memories.â
Accompanied by mysterious chanting, a warm power surrounded Phenice as a familiar voice resounded in her ears.
Flashback
âIn Lemuria, a bond best represents an everlasting vow and oath.â a familiar voice sounded. â When you offer the sincerest form of worship from the depths of your soul, my soul will be branded with your mark. I will be unable to defy you. And once a bond is formed, it shall never disappear. No matter where you are or what form you take, I will always be able to find you and recognize you.â
Phenice turned her head up to see a somewhat younger Rafayel who bore a more carefree and unrestrained smile.
âI'm willing to give you my heart.â Phenice echoed the same promise from her previous life. âMy sincerest form of worship... I'm willing... to have your very being etched, engraved onto my soul...â
âI gave you my heart.â Rafayel took her hand and placed it against the glowing mark.
âBefore you fell into a deep slumber, we had formed a Lemurian covenant.â Phenice breathed in realization. âThat's why I'm the Bride of the Sea God.â
âA Lemurian covenant can only be forged when both parties are willing.â Rafayel explained after the threads of light faded. âSo, you voluntarily became my bride. It had nothing to do with the Tome of the Sea God.â the tempered Tidebreaker Trident returned to His hand. Rafayel turned around, His tail emanating a more vivid and sharp radiance.
And within His body, a portion of the Sea God's power had been awakened.
Rafayel was about to swim back to the surface when He stopped. âYou're hurt.â
âIt's just a minor wound.â Phenice followed His gaze to her back, but feeling nothing.
âIt's not.â Rafayel insisted. â You need to return to Romirro immediately.â
Back in Romirro...
âLoosen your clothes.â Rafayel instructed. âI need to treat your wound immediately.â
Holding Phenice's shoulder with one hand, He placed His other hand on the back of her neck and a warm power emanated from His palms.
âThat hurts!â Phenice yelped, as a pain from deep within her bones erupted and shot straight for her heart. Turning her head, she saw the floral-shaped wound.
âIt's not working.â now, Rafayel was worried.
âJust... get me to my sacred bodhi tree...â Phenice breathed heavily. âI heal better there.â
At the site of the bodhi tree...
Phenice reached out a hand and pressed it against the tree truck.
The 'Phoenix Heart' amulet exploded into a fiery red and Phenice grew a pair of golden phoenix wings on her back.
Rafayel watched as the wings closed in around Phenice, shielding her from the outside.
It wasn't long before reports came in about Hawkern escaping the water prison.
âWe've already dispatched a group to search the entire city.â Peya, Phenice's original lady-in-waiting, reported. âAs soon as they find something, I'll make a report...â
âCall back the people you've sent out.â Rafayel instructed. âThere's no need to search anymore.â
âYes, Sea God.â Peya retreated.
âYou let him escape.â Phenice realized, now recovering in a red energy bubble.
âBeasts of The Deep only bare their real fangs when facing death.â Rafayel scoffed. âHumans are no exception. Making him believe he still has a glimmer of hope will force him to reveal his plans.â
As Phenice slowly recovered, Romirro's short summer also arrived and the scent of flowers, which had been absent, began to permeate the wind.
At night, Phenice climbed to the roof of the temple to look at the port, watching the people setting up tall platforms for bonfires.
Perhaps they were preparing for the Sea's Gratus Festival once again, centuries later, to express their reverence for the Sea God.
It was once Romirro's grandest festival; people would thank the Sea God and pray for His blessings and protection.
But Phenice already knew that Rafayel had no interest in a frivolous festival.
âYou're still injured.â Rafayel chided.
âI didn't leave the temple.â Phenice pointed out.
Rafayel handed her a long scroll. âThose ladies-in-waiting delivered it.â
âI suppose they want me to preside over the rituals for the first day of the Sea's Gratus Festival.â Phenice sighed, noticing the ladies-in-waiting waiting at the steps of the temple.
âThey're representing Romirro in an attempt to win your favor.â Rafayel mused. âWhen the time comes, you'll have to confront many of the people who abandoned you. How will you respond?â
Phenice closed a fist over her heart. âI'd ask this heart about what could make it happy.â
âThere's still something we need to do.â Phenice stopped Rafayel from returning to his pool after the commencement of the Sea's Gratus Festival. Taking out the floral liqueur she had Verie prepare, she poured it into a silver chalice. âThink of this as our private celebration. The Sea's Gratus Festival is also for lovers. People collect elderflowers during the spring and use them to brew a liqueur. You're supposed to give it to your beloved on this day.â
âDoes this contain your entire spring's collection?â Rafayel teased.
âI bought it.â Phenice snorted. âI was still locked up in the tower in spring.â
âNow that it's just the two of us, is there anything you want to say to the Sea God... to me?â Rafayel asked, after downing the floral liqueur in one shot. â During the ceremony, your chants were filled with other people's words to the Sea God.â He clarified. âThey were not your own. Don't you want to tell me something? Maybe I can make a wish come true.â
âI wish you could fall in love with me soon.â Phenice whispered.
âThat doesn't count.â Rafayel objected. âIt's too easy. Think of a more ambitious wish. You told me that during the Sea's Gratus Festival, humans exchange seashells to give blessings to each other.â He suddenly held out His hand after the pair polished off half the liqueur bottle. âI've already given you a seashell. Shouldn't you give me something in return?â
Phenice focused on her 'Phoenix Heart' amulet and a single fiery feather took form. âMy most precious possession: my first molten feather.â she let the feather float over to Rafayel. âMay all your wishes come true. When that time comes, remember to take me to Whalefall City.â
âLegends told that a phoenix's first molten feather symbolizes a true love's oath to the phoenix's mate.â Rafayel let the feather fall onto his palm. âDoes this mean you've fallen in love with me?â
Phenice's answer was a kiss to the corner of His lips.
âI think... I need some more convincing proof.â Rafayel muttered.
On the last day of the Sea's Gratus Festival, Phenice awoke to a note Rafayel left beside her pillow: 'When the sun rises, come to the beach. I'll take you somewhere special.'
There's a smell... Phenice's senses went on full alert. It's a repulsive, fishy stench. Summoning her war spear, she blocked an attack that was aimed at her heart, only to have something akin to sharp claws pierce her shoulder.
âIt's been a long time, Bride of the Sea God.â an oily voice drawled.
âSo that's where you went... Hawkern.â Phenice recognized her attacker.
Still maintaining his sanctimonious facade, the disgraced castellan emerged from the darkness. Behind him, several grotesque, elongated shadows extend outward. âYou were waiting for me.â
âYour trap is too obvious.â Phenice snorted, as the healing abilities of the Phoenix worked to neutralize the toxins that were injected into her.
âToo bad.â Hawkern scoffed. âThat Sea God deceived you with a few empty words. You're still under His spell. Do you actually believe He'll save you? He'll only lead you to your death for His own selfish desires.â his eyes now gleaming with with malicious intent, he purred, â Don't resist. Now then, follow me. Everything I've done is for Romirro. I want to prevent it from... following the same, doomed path as Lemuria.â
Phenice Phenice found herself back in her old cage, her hands and ankles had been shackled.
When Hawkern let out a pained groan before a putrid, fishy smell whiffed past her nose, Phenice saw a massive, grotesque shadow on the wall, which was accompanied by the sounds of something viscous being torn and peeled apart.
âYou're no longer human.â Phenice breathed.
âSo what?â Hawkern scoffed. âTo save Lemuria, this pain is nothing!â
The shadow on the wall suddenly contracted before slowly returning to a humanoid form.
âWith so many sea monsters parasitizing your body, aren't you afraid they'll eventually devour you?â Phenice shouted. âYou'll be turned into a real monster.â
âThe human body is too fragile.â Hawkern ranted. âIt's incapable of helping me in my quest to revive Lemuria. I need a body powerful enough to let me live for thousands of years. But that Sea God... He destroyed the body I had painstakingly crafted when He put me in that water prison! He forced me to devour more. And I turned into what you see now!â
âAre you a Lemurian?â Phenice realized. âBut you were born and raised in Romirro. Lemuria was destroyed tens of thousands of years...â
âLemuria was never destroyed!â Hawkern snapped. Yanking the chains, he forced Phenice to look him in the eye. âIt's sleeping... it's waiting for me. Once I kill that foolish, selfish Sea God, I will become Lemuria's new sovereign. I shall resurrect Lemuria... The only civilization that's glorious enough to rule this world!â
âDo you want to return to Lemuria?â Phenice asked.
âIt's the most beautiful place in the world and the homeland of all Lemurians.â Hawkern bragged. â Don't you love your homeland? Wouldn't you want to save it?â
âThis doesn't have anything to do with me.â Phenice pointed out. âWhy would you kidnap me to save Lemuria?â
âDon't you remember?â Hawkern snorted and a tentacle tossed something at Phenice's feet: a small, fractured stone tablet with very familiar cravings.
âThe Tome of the Sea God?â Phenice gasped.
âYou are the only human who can communicate with the Tome of the Sea God.â Hawkern reminded. âGo on, read.â
The 'Phoenix Heart' amulet reacted and the blurred text emitted a faint golden glow:
Find a... true... love.
When blessed with a true love's kiss ... claim her heart by your own hand.
A heart, pure, flawlessâand filled with love... best offering... can give to Lemurians...
âDo you understand now?â Hawkern pressed. âIf the Sea God wants to reclaim His power, He needs more than true love. 'True love' is just a stepping stone to Him; akin to how a starving person seeks food, ripping out your heart is the Sea God's natural instinct.â
âWhy are you telling me this?â Phenice asked.
âI'm trying to save your life out of the kindness of my heart.â Hawkern insisted
âHawkern, I've known you for at least a few hundred years.â Phenice snorted. âYou can't lie to me. Or do you honestly think I would harm Rafayel if I knew He was going to kill me?â
âYou wouldn't?â Hawkern questioned. âYou believe that pitiful illusion you call love is enough to make the Sea God give up on your heart? Should He recall what happened millions of years ago, do you think He would still show you mercy?â pulling out a bottle covered in verdigris, he unscrewed the stopper and allowed an eerie vapor to drift out. âCome. Witness the events from the annals of Lemurian history. See how you and that Sea God destroyed Lemuria!â
Phenice was instantly pulled into a long-forgotten memory.
Flashback
âAre you willing to be my follower?â a painfully familiar voice inquired.
The massive circular chamber was as dim as twilight and the ground trembled as fractured stones cascaded down from the domed ceiling.
Phenice found herself suddenly pinned down, a sharp dagger pressed against her chest, its tip drawing drops of blood.
This isn't the Rafayel I know. Phenice realized, as a brighter, more radiant Rafayel came into view. Yet the dark blue flames that burnt in His eyes and His expression were unnaturally detached. In His hand, He tightly gripped the sharp dagger, poised and ready to pierce her heart.
Phenice retaliated by grabbing the handle of the dagger and using all of her strength to fight against death itself.
âRun...!â Rafayel hissed a warning, only to have the the detached hostility returning to His eyes as blue and golden light radiated from His body. âAs my follower, you must offer your heart to me. A Lemurian bond holds great power, but it's also a chain. The Sea God should have no weaknesses or constraints.â His Sea God personnel taking over, He plunged thee blade into Phenice's chest.
Suddenly, there was a loud crash, and the restraint on Phenice's body loosened. Rafayel leaned against a wall that was far away from her; pain contorting His face.
Inside the stone niche, a gentle yet feeble flame burnt.
âStay away from me!â Rafayel barked, suppressing the Sea God's power. âYou cannot stay here. Lemuria's 'flame"'requires the hearts of our followers to sustain it. This... this is wrong. Should it continue... 'Tis only a matter of time before I lose control and hurt you again. You must find a method that will allow it to burn forever. That shall be Lemuria's true path.â
The flame from the niche gently floated to Rafayel's fingertips, before transforming into countless delicate threads of light that flow toward Phenice's chest.
âThere is a legend; it says the 'wick' of a flame exists in the place where all oceans converge.â Rafayel continued as a glided Phoenix feather manifested in his hand . âFind it, and Lemuria will be enveloped in light and endure forevermore.â he let the waves carry Phenice out of the temple. â I shall ensure Whalefall City remains exactly as you remember it; until the day you return with the wick. This is my promise to you. For 'tis Lemuria's vow, a bond everlasting.â
Despair and blood pervaded the seawater as thunderous ruination buried all cries and screams.
âThat human deceived you!â a disgruntled male Lemurian snarled. âShe deceived all of Lemuria!â
âA human stole our flame!â a despairing female Lemurian sobbed. âLemuria will perish!â
âWhy did the Sea God deceive us?!â an angry male Lemurian demanded. âWhy didn't He protect Lemuria?â
âThe Sea God... has changed before we even realized it.â an aged male Lemurian mumbled.
As the seawater drowned their despair, Phenice could do nothing to defend Rafayel; she could not fulfil the promise as there was no wick that existed in the place where all oceans converge or at the end of the sea. In other words, Lemuria could never exist forever.
Lemuria was a civilization that should have never existed.
Destruction was its predetermined fate.
The last God of the Sea perishes.
Along with Lemuria,
They dissolve into the ocean.
Phenice realized that it was not a slumber but oblivion; Rafayel will disappear from this world. âI will save him.â her determination strengthened. âAnd the price that must be paid... It doesn't matter.â the Summoneo Staff she wielded ignited, her eyes now focusing on the mark of their bond on His collarbone. âWith the power of Lemuria's vow, Rafayel, you shall be forever imprisoned here.â she chanted. âUntil Lemuria welcomes the opportunity for rebirth. Until the world reaches that moment when you can be awakened.â
âYou... betrayed me.â Rafayel whispered before the seal was complete and He was plunged into the depths of those abyssal waters.
âI will care for your heart.â Phenice promised as the sea stilled. â Till we meet again. And you reclaim it for yourself.â
âDo you remember now?â Hawkern taunted. âYou stole the flame and sealed away the Sea God. And He trusted you so easily. You are the ones responsible for Lemuria's destruction.â
Her mind still reeling from the revelation, Phenice lifted her head to look at the former castellan, before her gaze fell to the silent figure standing in the shadows behind him and Rafayel's cold gaze told her He had also saw the memories.â
âWe'll deal with him first.â Rafayel's whisper reached Phenice's ears.
âHe will kill you, cut out your heart, and leave your body out to rot.â Hawkern continued his monologue. âYou will not receive a proper burial. If you want to live, your only option is to kill Him before He can act. Your bond with Him is your sharpest blade. You can order Him to take His own life. As you can see, anything is possible.â
âI was the one who sealed Rafayel.â Phenice admitted. âBut I'm also responsible for Lemuria's downfall. Why is Rafayel your only target for revenge? Don't you hate me too?â
âOf course, I do.â Hawkern replied. âHowever, I'm willing to let bygones be bygones if you kill the Sea God.â
âRemove my shackles, then.â Phenice challenged. âHe's already here.â
âHow convenient.â Hawkern mocked, seeing Rafayel behind him, the Tidebreaker Trident in hand âYou've delivered yourself to me.â he released Phenice from the chains and she summoned her war spear.
âIt was you.â Rafayel drawled.
âYou let Hawkern escape on purpose.â Phenice rolled her eyes. âHe was used as bait so you could find out who sealed you away, and that person is me.â
âThe greatest weakness of Lemurians is that bond.â Rafayel repeated. âAnd a Sea God cannot have weaknesses. He must kill the person who forged the covenant with Him. That way, there will be no one left in the world who could restrain or threaten Him. And only then shall He become an invincible god. Regardless of whether it's for Lemuria or for myself, I must kill you.â
âWe don't need to say anything else to each other.â Phenice agreed.
âFarewell, Bride of the Sea God.â Rafayel took his battle stance and Phenice mirrored his move.
Hawkern let out a pained scream when the two weapons struck him instead.
âDon't taint Lemuria's glory with your disgusting ambitions.â Rafayel snorted. âA man who lost himself to madness has no right to save Whalefall City.â
Guttural sounds escaped Hawkern's throat before he crumbled and turned to ash.
At dusk, Rafayel told Phenice that He would have to temporarily leave Romirro to search for 'the pearl in The Deep' mentioned in the Tome of the Sea God.
On the last night of summer, an unprecedented storm fell upon Romirro without any warning.
The water had risen past an average person's waist. With the rain, they rapidly engulfed every building, shop, and slope.
Phenice watched from the top of the temple; beyond the rain laid a hazy black ring surrounding everything, the seawater surging and churning.
Phenice only gave out the order to reinforce the embankments and clear the waterways. Unfortunately, when faced with this kind of storm, it was futile.
Another building collapsed as the rising waters carried the rubble and people's screams in all directions.
âHelp...â Peya choked. âHelp me...! Someone... Your Highness...!â she coughed up the seawater she swallowed after Phenice brought her to safety using a red energy bubble.
âThe nearest shelter is to the north.â Phenice informed. âGo.â
âThe flood has washed away all the city's shelters.â Peya reported. â Aside from me, there are others who have nowhere to go.â
Carrying debris, the roaring flood crashed against the temple which remained steadfast.
âTell everyone to take shelter in the Sea God's Temple.â Phenice decided.
In the Sea God's Temple...
âYour Highness, we did a search and brought the people we found to the temple.â Verie reported.
The survivors who escaped the storm were clustered into small groups in the main hall.
âDistribute all the food supplies in the temple.â Phenice instructed. âWhen the storm eases, lead them to Mount Onyuna. It's tall enough. The water will not reach you there.â
âYour Highness!â a panicked Peya started. âWhat if the rain never stops and the flood reaches Mount Onyuna? What then? What if... the third night comes...â
Several days later...
The torrential rain finally stopped while everyone were still asleep; the howling winds had also subsided to some extent.
Wading through the accumulated muddy water, the ladies-in-waiting carried out Phenice's orders to evacuate everyone from the city.
âMom, look!â a little girl pointed to the sky. âThe moon is being eaten!â
âThe eclipse!â the crowd panicked. âThe eclipse is here! The prophecy from the Tome of the Sea God. Romirro is about to be submerged!â
Phenice frowned as she focused on the night sky before realizing that there were no black clouds in the sky; a massive wave was rising from the sea. âVerie, take everyone back to the temple!â she shouted.
Her warning came too late when the wave swiftly unfurled its deathly embrace over Romirro.
All of a sudden, golden lightning cleaved through the massive wave and the waters flowed back to reveal a familiar silhouette.
The massive wave collapsed and large water splashes touched the land.
Rafayel raised His Tidebreaker Trident and swung the trident down, transforming the heavy storm clouds transformed into scorching, powerful winds that swept across all of Romirro.
Wherever the trident was pointed at, flames more brilliant than the blazing sun erupted across the water's surface.
âThe Sea God?â the crowd were in awe at Rafayel's powers. âIs that the Sea God?â
Without a word, Phenice hurried off to find Rafayel. âRafayel!â she yelled.
âYou shouldn't have come here.â Rafayel rebuked. âReturn to the shore if you don't want to be reduced to cinders.â
Phenice used the fire from the 'Phoenix Heart' amulet to force an opening through the flames and jumped through the gap. âThis is exactly where I should be.â she insisted, taking on her golden winged form.
As a response, Rafayel resonated his Sea God powers with the winged woman.
As divine power surged through Phenice's body, something else flowed into her heart as well; Rafayel's emotions of the times they shared with each other. It was at that moment Phenice realized feelings for Him were never unrequited.
Hugging Phenice from behind, Rafayel instructed, âFeel it. Now, wield it as if it were your own.â
Rafayel's divine power was now added to Phenice's own; her eyes had now become the same colors as His.
The final wave that threatened Romirro was intercepted by fierce flames.
Suddenly, the waves froze just as they were about to surge forward with a howl. A beam of sunlight broke through the thick clouds and shone upon the divine pair.
Immediately, the waves fell as if weightless, shedding their ferocity as they gently pushed toward the shore.
âThe tide has receded.â Rafayel noted. âAren't you going to let go of my hand?â
âWhat will you do if I don't let go?â Phenice challenged.
âKeep holding it.â Rafayel let out a faint smile. âNeither of us will let go first.â
With the disaster averted, life in Romirro slowly returned to normal; the survivors emerged from the temple where they sought refuge and proceeded to rebuild their homes.
Rafayel and Phenice were at the shore by the port, Phenice was using her Phoenix healing powers on Rafayel.
âWeren't you searching for pearls in The Deep?â Phenice asked. âWhy did you return?â
âYou thought I wouldn't?â Rafayel pouted.
âI thought you'd be upset for a longer period of time.â Phenice admitted.
âI'm not upset.â Rafayel corrected. âHowever, that doesn't mean I didn't care. A Lemurian bond grows stronger with love.â he brushed his fingertips over the 'Phoenix Heart' amulet. âThe deeper the connection is between the two parties, the more powerful it becomes. Back then, our bond was so powerful that you were able to seal me away for thousands, no, tens of thousands of years. Only a love with such pure and utter devotion is capable of doing that.â
âIt sounds like... you haven't made peace with it.â Phenice noted.
âOf course not.â Rafayel huffed. âIt wasn't a day, a month, or a year. What I endured is longer than what a human can possibly comprehend. Millions upon millions of years... how could I possibly let you off so easily?â
âOf course.â Phenice rolled her eyes. âYou need to avenge yourself by never leaving me again.â
âI heard you protected many humans.â Rafayel remarked.
âAt the end of the day, I can't bear to see so many pointless deaths.â Phenice shrugged.
âYou didn't do anything wrong.â Rafayel assured. âWatching your kin march toward their demise is a pain more excruciating than dying. You didn't force yourself to endure that suffering. Well done. However, I do have objections in regards to letting those humans turn my bedchamber into a filthy mess.â he complained.
âI already ordered a few people to clean it.â Phenice shook her head. âI promise your bedchamber will be spotless.â
âLet's return to the temple.â Rafayel suggested, letting his tail turn into a pair of legs beneath the surging waves. âI need to see its condition to feel at ease.â
Phenice nodded, before noticing a small crack in the necklace's seashell.
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With every attempt at rekindling a past that was once real, the present becomes tied to directionless hopes. Zayne knows that all too well as he attempts to make up for what he's done.
4,396 words. major character death, angst, groveling, platonic relationships, crying, affection, f!reader, cross-posted on ao3
a/n: thank you for all the love given to chapter 1! i hope you like this chapter too :)
dividers by @uzmacchiato | ao3 link here
chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 (soon!)
Everything is going wrong in Zayneâs life.
Twenty-four hour shifts were all he had known these past few months. Days upon days where his medical license felt like less of an achievement because it didnât help with his race against time. Endless research and collaborations with other specialists for Protocore Syndrome, only to lead to nothing that could help with his childhood friendâs condition.
There were times he didnât think things could get worse, but life loves to prove him wrong.
He remembered the panic coursing through his veins when he resuscitated MC. The loud machine mocked him with his inadequacies, his voice foreign even to him because of how loud and angry it sounded when he ordered the nurses around. He remembered the sigh of relief he didnât allow himself to breathe, because he knew deep down that this wonât be the worst of it.
He would have to revive her again and again, until he couldnât anymore.
âWater?â Doctor Greyson offered, pulling him out of the reverie of worry and back into his office. But as he takes the paper cup, it sloshes in his shaky hands, and he is reminded of someone.
You.
He remembered passing you by when he ran to MCâs hospital room, wishing he couldâve said something instead of letting fear overtake him. Perhaps a word letting you know you had been the reason his heart didnât stop beating completely wouldâve sufficed. Perhaps it wouldâve erased the frown he saw on your face after the resuscitation. Perhaps it wouldâve given him the courage to do more than just hold your hand.
âCan you call my girlfriend for me?â he asks Greyson, tilting his head towards his phone lying on his office couch.
âWhat for?â
âI need to hear her voice.â
But when you hung up on Greyson, Zayne immediately knew something was very wrong. Dread and confusion linger on his tired body, unsure what to do. Unsure what he can do.
He asks Greyson for his phone soon after.
He needs to talk to you.
âAre you all right?â are the first words he uttered when you picked up. It isnât like you to hang up abruptly, nor is it like you to not clutch his hand when he holds it.Â
It isnât like you to hang up on him either. Itâs one thing to hang up on Greyso â heâd done that many times before â but you had never done that to him. He supposes he deserves it for all your calls he failed to answer during his shifts, but concern overwhelms him nonetheless.
âI think sheâs mad at you, Doctor Zayne,â Greyson unhelpfully concludes.Â
âIt would be more useful if you told me the reason behind her anger,â he snarls. Taking another sip of the water, he sees Greyson shrug through the rim of the cup.Â
âRegardless, the Director asked you to take a break tonight. Maybe you can talk to her when you arrive home.â
âIâm not going home.â
Greyson scoffs. âIn the state youâre in, you're basically an upcoming patient. Besides, donât you want to spend more time with your girlfriend?â
Zayne takes another sip of the water, then pauses. There is nothing more he would rather do â nothing more he would want than to do that. But he simply canât.
He sees your face in his mind again â your frown, the way your eyes refused to meet his, your harsh tone. Does it matter if he canât if your happiness is on the line?
âI take back everything I just said. Iâm heading home. Have Dr. Jones in charge of my patients tonight, Greyson.â
His friend smiles before heading out of Zayneâs office, leaving Zayne to contemplate for a few moments. Toying with his car keys in his fingers â a habit heâs gotten from you â he bolts to the hospitalâs gift shop, hoping bouquets are still available even on a night so dreadful.
Hoping they can brighten up his life, just a little bit.
Zayneâs duffel bag meets the floor you kneel on.
Your cries were enough to make him run towards your bedroom. His exhaustion doesnât stop him, the pain from shifts sharp with every stride, but he doesnât waste any time looking for you.
And when he finds you, Zayne doesnât waste a moment to contemplate. He kneels beside you and pulls you into his embrace despite your protests. Your fists meet his arms and your insults meet his heart, but he doesnât let go.Â
He doesnât stop whispering your name as though it were a sacred vow.Â
He doesnât let himself break, even though open luggages and scattered clothes surround the both of you.Â
He doesnât loosen his hold on your body as your tears coat his scrubs, watering the jasmines beside the both of you.
He looks at the luggage with bated breaths.
You were planning to leave him.
Your wails are louder, sharper with every unintelligible word leaving your quivering lips. Zayne may be a man of many mistakes, but heâs learned from past arguments that those words are cold, harsh insults directed at him. He doesnât have to ask, not when he knows you so well.
But for the life of him, he doesnât understand why you would leave.
Or maybe he does.
Maybe his mistakes have made him unlovable. All those nights spent on research only to find nothing. All those nights he missed meals because grief had filled his stomach instead. All those nights spent on hospital grounds, slowly forgetting the feeling of your arms around him.
His grip on you loosens slightly, letting you know that he wouldnât blame you if you chose to walk away.
But your cries are still loud, still pained. Your hand is on his coat as though it holds all your answers and your grievances. Your tears run down his scrubs. Youâre holding onto him.
And no matter what happens, he will stay with you.
âIâm here, Iâm hereâŚâ he murmurs, low and gravelly. A result of his exhaustion, only warm because itâs you heâs talking to. âIâm here.â
Unaware that that is, in fact, the problem, he jolts when your cries turn into ferocious screams.
âI wish you were gone! Leave m-me alone like you always do.â
He doesnât, because where would he go if he wasnât with you?
Moonlight illuminates the dark room, a reminder that the night has not yet ended despite everything that has happened. It shines on your face as you scream at him, making him realize just how much heâs forgotten the features he once fell in love with. Your words are lost to the air of the night as he stares, taking note of everything.
Your hair, the way it cascades on your shoulder as it collapses from your bun.
Your hands, the way your knuckles have been left unkissed for far too long.
Your face, the way every muscle constricts with each part of your anger.
Zayne is enamored.
Even though you want to leave â even though he knows he deserves to be left behind â he takes your hands in his. His calloused hands meet your clenched ones, coating them in his comfort. His company.
He doesnât know how much youâve wanted that, and how much you despise it now that youâve received it.
He lets go of one of your hands to push the tossed clothes off of the bed, ignoring the way his heart burns at where those clothes wouldâve gone had he not called. They can be tidied tomorrow morning, but for now, you are his priority.
âGet some rest. Weâll talk about this tomorrow.â
âDonât tell me w-what to do!â Your words from the hospital ring in his ears like a familiar blade he allows himself to bleed onto. He enjoys the sensation like heâs always enjoyed your stubbornness, letting himself feel the pain of his inadequacies.
But even pain doesnât overcome love, so he whispers, âShh. You need some rest, my love,â as though that isnât a weapon in and of itself.
It works, though, and soon your breaths have calmed and your eyes are closed.
And Zayne sits beside you, wondering if his heart could beat at all.
The next morning comes like an unexpected friendship â surprising and somewhat dreadful, especially when isolation is your soulmate.
But when you blink your eyes open and your eyelashes hesitate to separate from one another, you realize that it is, in fact, another day. Sunlight spills through your bedroom windows, peskily shining your opened luggage in its glow as if it seeks to remind you of what you failed to do.
Youâre under the covers youâve slept and cried in for years instead of basking in hotel sheets.
Youâre still home.Â
Youâre still with Zayne.
Like you do every morning, you reach for his spot on the bed. What usually meets your fingertips are the smooth sheets and pillow, occasionally even his penguin plushie. Hope dies every morning you wish he were here.
But today is different.
Your hand finds Zayneâs sleeping face, caressing his unruly hair. It shocks you, makes your heart beat in ways it hadnât before.Â
Perhaps if you still had hope in your heart, you would smile. You would pry his glasses off of his face and joke about how overworked he is, as though that was a laughing matter and not one youâve thought about dying over. You would pepper his face in light kisses, delighted that heâs home.
But because every ounce of hope has dissipated, you turn around and stand up from the bed. The luggage is still in the same place it was when you cried, but the items are gone. Messy clothes, tossed toiletriesâŚÂ
The luggage is empty, save for a little note in messy doctorâs handwriting.
Donât leave, my love.
Perhaps in another life, where happiness lingers in the place grief does, you would wake Zayne up and tell him that you would never leave him. He would be peppered with so many desperate kisses and thankful pleas that it would be impossible for him to doubt you.
But you simply rip the note in two and put the pieces in your pocket, keeping a mental note to throw them out.
Being alive is truly a curse.
Your tears donât get the best of you like it does on most mornings, so you push yourself and make some breakfast. The scent of warm food is forgotten now, leaving only the simple meals you can toss in machines in hopes they come out somewhat edible.
But Zayne beat you to your own game.
He stands in front of the stove, methodically cooking eggs on the heated pan. The sound of oil popping is something you havenât heard in a while, as well as the surprised jolt Zayne does when it pops in his direction.Â
Butterflies flutter where the flowers of grief bloom, but they die just as fast when your clouds of thoughts arise to wash them away.
Has Zayne cooked for MC when he watched over her in Akso Hospital? Has he provided conversation that led to laughter instead of the silence that haunts you? Has he given her jasmines similar to the ones laying on your bedroom floor?
âGood morning,â he greets, tearing you out of your reverie. âThe Director gave me a day off, which is why Iâm here.â
âOh.â
Were you disappointed or surprised? Youâre not sure anymore.
Zayne places the scrambled eggs on the dinner table, the steamâs warmth making the morning less daunting. You donât admit how much you miss this â quiet mornings with the absence of worries or anything else that could take them away.
You donât admit how much you crave his cooking, even if itâs eggs that are slightly burnt.
You donât admit how much you crave his company, because one morning of good food doesnât erase all the time you spent wishing he was here. A good breakfast doesnât wipe years of fallen tears and unfulfilled prayers.
The morning remains silent, not by the gentleness of domesticity, but because words are less exhausting unsaid than screamed â and because grievances are easier to handle when theyâre piled up rather than spilled all over your souls.
Or so you think.
The next few sunrises bring warm gifts, but unfortunately for Zayne, you donât seem to want to accept them.
Early morning routines â which usually consist of him making himself look presentable to all willing eyes â now include little handwritten notes scattered across the house. For every day you chose to stay, there would be new notes that are intended to be words of gratitude.
I watered the jasmines for you, my love.
There are chocolates on the kitchen counter. I saved some just for you.
And your favorite one: MC is okay!
How odd is it that the most emotion youâve gotten out of him is through a post-it note about another woman.Â
You simply roll your eyes with every new note â every new attempt at making it up to you. Itâs worthless considering he hasnât figured out why you were mad in the first place, but deep down in your soul â where youâve learned to deem yourself unworthy of anybodyâs love â the notes are reminiscent of his once everpresent existence. The early days where breakfasts are warmer and coated with sweet nothings, while nights would be coated in his love.
But the notes also remind you of the fact that he isnât here.Â
Those words â as futile as they are â are better heard with the husk of his voice than read on illegible post-its. At least that feels real. At least that is something you can cherish.
At least that would mean heâs next to you, which would make it easier for you to hurt him as much as his silence has hurt you.
But because not all mornings are merciful, you rip this note in half and toss the remnants in the trash.Â
Even though the bedroomâs bin is always coated in the color of his notes, Zayne still tries to find ways to make you happy.
After grueling news about Protocore Syndromeâs mortality rate, he comes home with takeout he bought from the bakery beside Akso Hospital. The tray contains cheesecakes, macarons, and other desserts he remembered were your favorites.
âWhereâs your girlfriend, Doctor Zayne?â the baker â an old lady Zayne had come to see as a second mother â asked, and he didnât know how to answer. Every day, he dreads coming home to an empty house.Â
Every day, he wonders why you would want to leave.
Now that heâs home and he sees you on the couch watching TV, Zayne breathes a sigh of relief.Â
Youâre home.
He settles on the dinner table quietly, afraid to be seen by the one woman heâs wanted to see his entire shift. The desserts sit on the table, waiting to be noticed by their recipient. The jasmines watered by your tears sit prettily next to it. Still alive, still beautiful.
The only sign that you noticed him that night was the glare pointed at his direction. No words were needed to kill a man who has one foot in the grave and the other in medicine.
And yet, he tries to find different ways to approach you without his personal fears meddling in his way.
The next morning, Zayne tries cooking breakfast instead of writing notes. The sun isnât even out when burnt bacon and slightly overcooked eggs grace the dinner table.
âGood morning, my love,â he whispers in your hair before heading off to work, careful not to jolt you awake.Â
The days after approach like snowfall â cold, unwelcoming, nostalgic. Zayne finds his little breakfast plates empty after returning home from labs and conferences, which allows him to breathe his first sigh of relief on those days. He eats the food you leave on the table â the closest he can get to you. He savors the emptiness of dinners without your presence and suffers the agony he so often feels.
Whatever he may have done, he deserves it.
But that doesnât mean heâll stop trying to care for you.
âWhatâs this?â you ask him on one particular morning. Zayne holds up an ice sculpture he made the night before â not quite the same as the one you shattered, but he would be ashamed to say he had forgotten what the original looked like.
âTwo snowmen holding hands.â
He waits for your reaction, a sliver of hope welling up in his chest for the first time in years. He doesnât quite get close, no, but the snowmen are reminiscent of a past long gone. A past now reduced to workloads and quiet declarations. A past that melts like the sculpture does.
Zayne waits for something. Waits to see if the spark in your eyes means anything. Waits to see if your hands, still unkissed, reach for his freezing ones. Waits to see if what was once real can still be rekindled.
But patience can be futile when hope is fragile.
Your hand brushes his briefly as you take the sculpture before walking away. Silence ensues, fills the house with its torment, and Zayne doesnât know what to think.
Perhaps he deserved the nights in the hospital full of dying hopes in his living hands. Perhaps he deserved it for all the times heâs failed to find a cure for his childhood best friendâs heart condition. Perhaps he deserved every second of his anguish â every second of worry, for you and her.
His tears blend with the melted ice in his hands.
How could such a genius feel so lost?
âOh, look whoâs here.â
Zayne is met with tubes, machines, and the snarky tone of his dying childhood best friend as soon as he enters her new hospital room. Covered head to toe in personal protective equipment, he feels as though heâs a ghost in her life.Â
Not a friend who spent his entire life trying to save her. Not the doctor failing to keep her alive.
A ghost.Â
Impersonal, dead, invisible.
âYou were resuscitated again a few hours ago,â he comments lightly, but judging by her grimace, she did not need the reminder. âAre the tubes painful?â
âEverything is painful,â she whispers. Her voice, usually so bright and happy, is reduced to softness. When she winces and her heartbeat spikes, Zayne rushes to adjust tubes and hold her hand, hoping this wouldnât be the last time he would see her breathing.
If he were a better surgeon â a better researcher â she would be outside of this godforsaken intensive care unit and laughing happily under the sunâs rays. She would be tied to friendships and romance, not to tubes connecting to lifelines. She would be at celebratory dinners, drunk and spilling her heart away.
She would be asking him about his dark circles and defending you if she found out how cold youâve been towards him.
Consumed by what ifs and hopeless attempts and futile races against deathâs embrace, Zayne looks directly in her eyes â the light long gone, replaced by a feeling so familiar to him: longing.
Longing for what? He couldnât guess.
âIf I die tonightâŚâ
Zayne freezes.
âPromise me that you wonât internalize it.â
He stays silent because he knows his tears will show, even beneath the layers of protective equipment.
âYouâll live, MC,â he murmurs with all of the hope he can muster. As long as his hands work and his heart beats, she will have a chance to live.
But she shakes her head.
âYou know w-when your time is up, a-and I think mine is soon.â She cuts his response off with a wave. âDonât blame yourself when it happens.â
âIt will not happen.â
âOh, it will,â she retorts, but this time, there is a smile beneath the mask that keeps her alive. âY-youâve been around death often, Zayne. It makes itself known before it takes a soul.â
Zayne wishes he could disagree, but not even textbook evidence can dispute her point. Death is a dreadful force that bows to nobody â especially not the noble living. He knows it all too well; heâs shed too many tears to fool himself into thinking otherwise.
âYou know, your girlfriend visited me right after I was revived.â MCâs small smile shrank into a flat line. âShe braided my hair.â
She shows the tiny braids peeking out of her pillow. Little ribbons hold her hair together, similar to how they were when she was a kid.Â
âAnd while she braided my hair, she talked about the dinner party you introduced us in. I canât believe s-she thought she wasnât the life of the party when s-she was the topic of all the huntersâ conversations!â
Her voice is full of life now, and it was easy to hope that she would live a better tomorrow. It was easy to see how you bring life to the people you meet.
âI-I regret not approaching her again sooner. We wouldâve been good friends.â
A lump appears in Zayneâs throat. He looks at his friendâs braids and is reminded of when your hands caressed his head and tied multiple little ponytails on it. Your hands were gentle and your words were soft â like a blanket on dark nights, moonlight on maniacal ocean waves.
He blinks away his tears. They have no place here.
âCan I tell you something, MC?â Zayne asks, akin to a fearful child who wasnât allowed to be anything else but perfect.
Her eyes, which were previously shut, open up slightly. Bloodshot from sleep, red from exhaustion.
He knows that look all too well.
âOf course.â
Zayne takes a breath. Then another.
âSheâs mad at me.â
âFor what?â Her head visibly tilts in confusion, even as sheâs restricted by tubes and machines strapped to her body.
âIâm not sure. Iâve been trying to make it up to her, but I donât think any of my attempts are working.â
She moves her legs from beneath the blanket but stops when she remembers the tubes restrict her. Life desperately clings onto her regardless of her condition, and her desire to help overwhelmingly surpasses deathâs hold.
âL-let me guess. Were your attempts all wordless gestures and silent acts of care?â
Zayne freezes again. For someone who doesnât have his Evol, sheâs suspiciously good at making him do that.
âI thought so.â Her laugh is quiet, but itâs akin to the tones of mischievous cats whenever they push something off counters. âHave you ever tried asking her whatâs wrong?â
âNo,â he admits.Â
âHow would y-you know how to fix a problem you donât know about?â she says, the mock of it soothed by the care laced in the words. âItâs not a bad thing to be close to your loved ones, you know. Iâm sure sheâll welcome you with open arms once you allow yourself to beâŚâ
MCâs breath hitches, the machine maniacally beeping. Zayne rushes to adjust tubes and equipment â precision of a surgeon, heart of a human â but it doesnât calm down.
â...seen.â
She finishes her sentence with only a sliver of life in her body. Zayne holds her hand â gently, as to not butcher the tubes in her veins â but retains the desperation of a supplicant whose hands and knees bleed for an answer.
âMC!â
The machines quiet down, like they always seem to do, but Zayne doesnât feel an ounce of relief. He sees her body giving up, the Protocore consuming every life out of her until it will finally release her from its torment. He watches her as she catches air and breathes it into her lungs, only holding onto life because it hasnât left her completely.
His hand stills atop hers.
Itâs one of the only times his hands were worthless in a hospital room.
âYouâre so c-closed off,â she huffs. âAlways thinking that distance will heal what youâve broken⌠when all people seek from you is your company. You did that to me so many times.â
Her coughs momentarily break him, but tears caress his face anyway.
Heâs never felt so exposed in his life. His intentions, his fears of losing you came from insecurities buried beneath his facade. Maybe if he was better, he would deserve you more. If he were a better doctor, a better person, he would one day come home and bask in the love you have always given him.Â
However, in the pursuit of being a better man, he has abandoned his role as your lover. In pursuit of perfection, he has given you absence. In pursuit of believing you deserved better than a man who came home broken, heâs given you a version of him that broke you.
âThank you for all the work youâve put into saving me,â she whispers, and Zayne holds her hand tighter. âBut remember that perfection is impossible. Iâm still alive because of you, but my death will not be your fault.â
âPlease donât say thatâŚâ but even he hears the doubt in his tone.
âTake care of yourself, yeah?â Her tears coat her face now. âAnd take care of her for me.â
Zayne basks in the suffocation of the grief lingering in the intensive care unit, desperately talking to his best friend for as long as he can. Tears coat the conversation in melancholy, but he knows that her breathy retorts are her attempts to make him laugh.Â
And so he does.
He thinks of you when she mentions the gold dress you wore at the dinner party. He thinks of you when she laughs at his attempts to comfort you (âAn ice sculpture you didnât even bother to solidify correctly?â she mocked). He thinks of you with every laugh, every smile that comes out of him even as his mask hides every one.
Zayne says a final goodbye to his best friend that night, promising her that heâll smile and laugh and bask in the warmth of all the sunshines she wouldnât be able to live through.
âI love you, Zayne,â she whispers, broken with acceptance of the fate about to overtake her. He returns the words with dry jokes so that laughter is what accompanies her.
And when news breaks of her peaceful death, Zayne finds you in the hospitalâs waiting room and runs, runs, runs to the only woman who can hold his heavy heart.
thank you for reading! any form of interaction is appreciated. take care :)
Lex, throwing this in to add to your 'Rockin' Your World' fic
đđ ohhhh OHHH yeah THATS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT YUP
since i want this to be zayne-centric, still thinking how much importance caleb will have, but i already know sylus is going to be the third member (but nameless) mhmm BUT THATS DELICIOUS IM NGL #thoughts
Somehow, someday, someone is going to write a LADS X Non-MC fic using the plotline of those e-novels featuring millionaire CEOs.
LMAOO YES wait why wiuld i actually love to reaf thisđđsomeone make a mutli where every LI is the ceo, but when it's sylus' part he's Y/N and reader is the rich ceođđš
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I'm here with my second request.
May I request: Zayne finds out MC has been using her heart condition to pressure Reader to break up with him.
Untamed Pasts
LaDS. Zayne x NonMC!Reader
Untamed pasts haunt potential futures, which is why you decide to end yours with Zayne when he grows distant. But unexpected friendships grow, and so can hope.
2,451 words. angst, hospital visits, heartbreak, heart attacks, female friendships, MC is in the hospital b/c of Protocore Syndrome, f!reader, cross-posted on ao3
a/n: Thank you for this request, dear reader! I'm really sorry it took a while for me to get back to you. I also changed it to where Reader is given reasons to break up with him rather than MC pressuring her. I hope that was okay :)
dividers by @uzmacchiato | ao3 link here
chapter one | chapter two (soon!) | chapter three (soon!)
When you arrived at Akso Hospital, you expected hatred to well up in your chest.Â
You were going to meet the woman who takes up all of Zayneâs time. The woman who keeps him at work on days where you were supposed to be with him. The woman who consumes Zayneâs heart despite him saying heâs all yours. The woman he loves. The woman you will never be.
You take a sharp breath before entering the hospital room where she is supposedly laying. You step inside, absorbing the beeping machines and various bouquets, before closing your eyes. Anguish doesnât have a place here. There is enough of it in your life.
But the sight of MC fast asleep, covered in white blankets like sheâs decorated for her burial, pierces your chest. Hatred dissipates into a thing of the past, and realization replaces it.Â
Sheâs dying.
Your fists shake with how hard youâre clenching them, as though they are weapons you can use to fight your way through this grief. But youâre only hurting yourself. Youâre only seeing your inadequacy in comparison to the demons that plague you.
Sheâs dying, and there is nothing you can do to save her.
Tears stream down your face now. You still have time to leave. You didnât even have to visit her as soon as you got a call detailing the severity of her condition. You still have time to run, to make sure this beloved woman doesnât see the mess you have become.
But your feet are stuck to the ground, and she eventually wakes up from her slumber.
âMmmâŚâ she murmurs, absorbing the world around her, seemingly surprised that sheâs still alive. Her hair decorates her face like curtains hiding the sight of her exhaustion, and the sliver of what you can see in-between strands is evidence of death looming over her.Â
When you find your footing on this mountain of realization, you gently move strands of hair and tuck them in behind her ears, careful not to alter the tubes providing slivers of life into her body. Her eyes widen before she blinks. Once, twice.
âOh, hi!â
Even though itâs soft, the afternoon sunlight spilling into the hospital room pales in comparison to her voice.
âHello, MC.â
Your voice is colder in comparison. Like shards of ice sitting atop rooftops on snowy days, only melting when sunlight caresses them.
Despite that, a small smile appears on her face. You can see the battles she fights just to keep her eyes open, the efforts she places in keeping herself present in this conversation. You can see the happiness spilling out of her eyes at the sight of you.
If any drops of hatred still remained in your heart, then they all evaporated from the warmth of her compassion.
âYou look familiar. H-have we met before?â
You can only nod because you have met her. It was during a dinner party celebrating the collaborations between Akso Hospital and the Hunterâs Association, and Zayne had introduced you to each other. You can still recall the smile on her face and her laughter that lit up the room. You can still recall how you were sitting on the table all night, sipping wine and conversing with almost nobody. You can still recall the jealousy that sprouted within you that night.
âYes,â you manage to say. âWe met at a dinner party.â
âOh! You were the woman in the gold dress.â Her laugh is still so infectious, making a smile peek out of you despite the circumstances. âI was awestruck by you. I could hardly focus on anyone else that night.â
âStop that,â you dismiss with a wave of your hand. âIf any one of us was the light of that night, it would be you, MC.â
She shakes her head, her laugh still spilling out of her lips. You notice that her eyes have closed. âI highly doubt it. Was that the only time w-we met?â
In the literal sense, yes. That was the only time youâve seen her, but it was enough for her to linger in your mind in every moment you shared with Zayne. When he comes home late from work. When he ends your calls abruptly with her as his excuse. When all of your dinner conversations are about treatments for Protocore Syndrome. When your relationship surrounded her needs and abandoned yours.
You swallow to push down the lump in your throat. âYes. That was the only time we met.â
âOh, I wish we couldâve talked more. I feel like we wouldâve been great friends.âÂ
You stare at her saline bag as the liquid flows into her veins so you donât have to see her expression when she hisses in pain. How does life consume a person so fully and manage to leave just as quickly?
And as you fix the blankets around her â still staring anywhere else but her face â you wonder how jealousy consumed you so fully yet managed to leave so quickly.
âDo I need to call a nurse-â
âNo!â she exclaims, her breaths evening out into slow, painless waves. âI-Iâm okay.â
You can finally look at her properly, but the sight of her small smile makes you wish you didnât. You understand why Zayne would rather spend his time with her. While she can find the joys in everything, yours have died long before you met him, and who wouldnât choose to bask in the light when given the chance?
Words perish in your throat. Everything and everybody seems to want to die today.
âHow about you?â she interrupts. âAre you okay? You seem spaced out.â
You can only muster a small nod, because the words that refuse to spill out weigh too much for anyone to handle.Â
âI donât think you are. A penny for your thoughts?â
âI donât have my coin purse at the moment,â you lie. The metaphorical bag sits in your heart, waiting to spill out, but MC is the last person you would want to open up to.
She simply hums and doesnât push further, closing her eyes once more. If you allowed yourself to care more than you already do, you would comment on the sharpness of her breaths or soothe the lines of her forehead.
But weapons are more useful, so the elephant in the room is addressed.
âHow has Zayne been treating you?â you ask.
She answers like she doesnât notice the harshness in your tone. âLike a child. Always in my ass about things.â
I bet he is, you almost say, but you bite your tongue until you taste copper.
âHe scolded me when my friend Tara bought me a plushie from the gift shop, saying my happiness would make my heart explode.â
âHe did that?â
Zayne wouldnât even notice if you brought home a plushie.
She nods, your heart almost as damaged as hers. âHeâs also so stern and serious. Youâd think he was the one dying with how cold he sounds. I donât know how you deal with that.â
You donât, not when heâs never home.
âAnd heâs very⌠smitten.â
That gets your attention. Your gaze shifts from her saline bag â half-empty, you note â to her face, her smile unsettling.
âSmitten by you, I assume?â you murmur. You clench your fists like a child about to cry, waiting for someone who can comfort you.Â
The last thing you see before the loud flatline of the EKG is MC tilting her head, her brows furrowed.
Everything after that is a blur. Your voice echoes as you call for a nurse, a doctor, anybody to save her. The machine rings in your ears, quickly followed by voices, then by bodies, thenâŚ
âWeâll do our best, maâam,â somebody assures, but itâs buried beneath harsh orders and beeping machines and everything that has weighed over you. You can only nod silently. You donât know how you even managed that.
When you walk out of the room, the last thing you see is a familiar white coat bolting inside, and you almost wish you were the one dying.
âWater.â
Your hands are clammy under the bright hospital lights when you take the paper cup offered in front of your face. That familiar voice is here again, and if you were less disoriented, perhaps you wouldâve addressed him nicely instead of saying nothing.Â
You donât drink the water. You donât lift your head. You donât do anything in hopes that Zayne would leave you alone.
But he doesnât. He lingers like he doesnât have ten thousand other things to do. Like he actually cares about you.
On another night, him staying this long would feel like a dream come true.
âDrink it.â
âDonât tell me what to do,â you retort, and you swear you hear him step back. Your voice is unrecognizable even to you, your anger familiar yet foreign in its current intensity. The water sloshes, close to being your next victim.
Zayne doesnât say anything for a while, and neither do you. You finally take a sip of the water because your throat feels too constricted, and you need to speak if youâre going to tell him off.
The voices of passing nurses and wheeled IV poles are all the noises that sit between your silence. It reminds you that life is happening beyond your grudges, burdens, and anger.
It also reminds you that life can be taken away too, turning your grudges, burdens, and anger into regrets.
âIs she okay?â you ask, your voice just as soft as hers.
âYes. The resuscitation was successful.â
You sigh of relief before taking another sip of water. Her heart is still beating. The woman you despise most is okay.
Good.
Your eyes are glued to his shoes. Youâve polished them thousands of times even though 24-hour shifts leave them dirty regardless. Such a Sisyphean curse to always care for someone who doesnât feel the same.
But if he doesnât care, why is he holding your hand?
Zayneâs touch lingers, only leaving when someone calls him, and even then you feel the remnants of it as he walks away with a soft âgoodbye.â
You remind yourself that he doesnât care. That he hasnât put you first in forever. That heâs willing to leave you in your despair because thereâs something and someone else more important to handle.
But as the water cools your burning tongue and your eyes dart from the ground to Zayneâs retreating back, you canât get yourself to.
That night, you decide to leave.
Half-empty bags decorate your bedroom floor as you hastily shove anything and everything you might need for a future you donât even want to live through. Shirts overflow from your backpack, dresses coat your luggage in pesky glitter, and the zipper works overtime as your items struggle to stay inside.
âCome on!â you scream when your zipper gives up, and you toss the damn thing across the room without considering where it may land.
And when it shatters one of Zayneâs ice sculptures, you find yourself too angry to care.
Youâre leaving today. He wonât be able to break your heart anymore.
But as you throw your clothes onto a different luggage â one of his luggages, specifically â life seems to insult you even more. You find shirts that he never bothered to take out, his travel bag of toiletries that you packed for him, and a million other signs of your presence in his life.
They all get tossed on the bed that both of you are supposed to share as though they hold no value to you.
Your clothes fit the luggage this time, with even some room to add your thoughts and grievances youâve carried in this entire relationship. How nice of the universe to grant you something so useless.
In the midst of tossing your toiletries in the spaces, your phone buzzes in your pocket. With frustration and no regard to whoever is on the other side of the line, you press the green button.
âYes?â
The voice on the other side of the line, whom you recognize as Zayneâs coworker, asks if heâs calling the right person.
âThatâs me. Why?â
âDr. Zayne requests your presence.â
Your heart sinks, akin to the ice sculpture that fell from your nightstand. âPlease tell him Iâm occupied at the moment.â
Silence ensues for a few moments before the voice comes back.
âHe would like a few seconds of your time, maâam.â
âTell him I donât have that much to spare.â
Your toothbrush peeks out from the luggage as you zip it up, and you bite your lip to prevent any profanities from escaping. God, why is leaving so hard when the universe has been pushing you to do so for a while now?
âPlease maâam, he really wants to speak to you.â
You exhale sharply, hanging up before he can say another word. Before Zayne can speak and undo your decision with his voice alone. Before your doubts can creep up and push you to make the decision you have regretted making for years.
Your luggage finally closes. Years and years of the same chapter finally ends. Now all you need to do is to leave.
But your phone rings again.
When you pick up, itâs not his colleague that answers.Â
âAre you all right?â
Zayneâs voice is soft, exhaustion coating every syllable. It reminds you of MC minutes before her cardiac arrest â like death has come for him too.
How odd that he would go to you in that circumstance.
âDoes it matter?â you blurt out.
âVery much. I⌠I need to hear your voice.â
âListen to your patients. Iâm sure their voices are perfectly fine.âÂ
Your thumb lingers on the red phone button, ready to push it and end this useless conversation, but he always finds a way to stop you.
âPlease.â
A plea.
Zayne has asked something from you.
Itâs the first time you were met with anything other than his indifference. Of course, it wasnât always like this, but you canât recall the last time he had actually shown any emotion towards you.
Quiet meals, expected tasks, a broken home.
Those are all you know now.
Not the past full of flowers, devotion, and sweet nothings.
You end the call before any word spills out of your lips, your legs succumbing to heartbreakâs hands. Tears spill out and caress your face. Your luggage is the only witness.
Just like life, time passes amidst your despair, unwilling to wait for you to stand up. By the time you push yourself, footsteps echo into your bedroom, a familiar duffel bag falling to the ground.
Zayne stands there, alarmed, as he carries a bouquet of jasmines.
a/n: I love this prompt, but I am so repulsed by my writing style here lmao đ The next two chapters will be longer, more in-depth, and better written!
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Do you write for Non-MC (as in anyone who isn't in-game MC)?
See Iâm gonna be honest, Iâm not entirely sure what ânon-mcâ means đŤ I had thought it was for any reader insert that just wasnât cannon compliant which then, yes, I do write for that! But I also see non-mc angst fics which I probably would not do (Iâm sensitive) like Iâll do angst fics that arenât with cannon compliant MC but I wonât do MC vs. non-mc or have you and MC be two separate individuals in one fic, if that makes sense đ¤
So technically yes (I think), just not the whole âLi chooses MC over non-MCâ thing, or having MC as a different character.
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