Free Web NovelChapter 75: 75-The truth (2)
The fairy waved her hands over Nytherael’s eyes to reveal the hidden mysterious fog.
"What are you..." Nytherael started to ask when he was hit with sudden dizziness. The heavy desire for sleep overwhelmed him.
His head fell onto Aeltharion’s legs as his eyes drew closed and everything around him went dark.
"There’s nothing I hate more than conspiracies," the fairy spoke through gritted teeth.
She tapped open Nytherael’s sea of concious and entered through her true eye. She needed to see the truth hidden behind the heartbreaking event that triggered the events that led them to that moment.
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Nytherael opened his eyes, the familiar warmth of his home hit him, the smell of braised pork wafted through the air and held his nose captive for a few breaths.
He got up, tempted to race down the stairs, and head over to the kitchen where he was sure Aeltharion was busy with the cooking. But concious of the current reality, he knew and understood that it was highly unlikely for Aeltharion to be making food for him.
The dragon was lost in his thoughts of Sseraphis, who was missing. He recalled the strange fairy who claims to be his ancestor who ceased to exist a thousand years ago messing with him with blue light from her fingers.
"I’ll just take a look." He decided, after all, the worst that could happen was proving himself right. As he took a step forward, a messenger dove, invisible to the naked beast eye except for the person who sent the message and the one receiving it, flew in and landed on his shoulder.
Nytherael tensed. He had seen that scene before and the first time around, it had brought him great joy, but now, it forced a chill down his spine.
"Nytherael, I am back in Lioris. Won’t you come to meet me?" The dove spoke in Ilyrien’s voice.
Nytherael’s heart skipped a few beats. The pain of his broken bond, Sseraphis’ disappearance, and the hatred and divide in his family all stemmed from that moment.
The dove’s arrival had set everything in motion and not only cost him one and a half year where he was frozen in a lake but woke him to a changed world where he was the most hated villain to every beast clan in existance and his mates were dying from the death he invoked when he asked for divorce.
His body went still. Clammed up and refusing to hear a word the dove had to say. However, against his will, his body moved like it had the first, he grabbed the dive and hugged it close to his chest.
Unlike the first time when he was filled with happiness, this time, his heart was torn with the bitter reality that waited for him at the end of the choice.
He opened his mouth to scream and let out the feelings, choking him up. No sound came out. is mouth moved against his will, and he uttered the sane words he’d done last time, "Ilyrien... I haven’t seen you in..." his lips curled up into a bright smile as red hues tainted his cheeks.
Nytherael wanted to bite his tongue off, slap himself awake, and get out from that nightmare.
His body involuntarily moved, releasing the dove and rushing downstairs where he ran into the unsuspecting Sseraphis who had no idea his world was about to be turned upside down.
"Careful, beloved," Sseraphis spoke concern. "Why must you be in a rush?" He teased. "I know... Aeltharion is making braised pork. That must be why you are racing like this. Am I right?"
Nytherael’s throat closed up. Sseraphis had teased him in the same manner the first time, too. And he had nodded, acted like the snake had seen through him just to shake him off and walked away.
This time, Nytherael felt hesitant to agree. He didn’t race down for the braised pork, in fact, he never got to eat the braised pork because he’d been occupied with showing Ilyrien around Lioris, spotting places that remained the same or changed since the ice beast left the city. And by the time he made it back, Aeltharion and Sseraphis had already retired to their meditating chambers.
’No,’ he tried to shake his head as a refusal, but his head didn’t move. It felt as though he was just a passenger in his own skin and couldn’t change a thing. ’I don’t want to go to Ilyrien. Please... I want to stay with you,’ he cried inwardly.
Seeing Sseraphis again, in a soft light that was untouched by betrayal, felt like a dream. He wanted to freeze the dream and not permit anything to change.
His head nodded. Sseraphis smiled. "I knew it. You can never ever grow tired of Aelthie’s cooking," he beamed. "Well, I won’t keel you. Your mother sent sent over some gifts that need sorting. Go on ahead, I’ll join you too in a moment after I sought the gifts and pick some from the treasure room to send them."
Sseraphis excused himself. Nytherael reached out to hold him back and failed. His body hadn’t reacted to the command, and his hand never moved to hold Sseraphis because he hadn’t done so the first time.
’What cruel punishment is this?’ He wondered.
His feet moved, carrying his unwilling body along with it. He was dragged to the kitchen, where he suspiciously peeked through the slightly opened door.
He spotted Aeltharion making food. His eyes locked tightly on his healthy body, unmarked by death, moving about freely without the knowledge of the disaster about to hit them.
Nytherael desired to go inside and embrace him. Warn him to stop him from ever going to the beast court and invoking the divorce by trial. However, his will didn’t matter as his body moved in the opposite direction. Sneaking out like a thief who couldn’t afford to be caught.
The idea of meeting the beast who ruined his life made Nytherael feel murderous. If he could, he’d cut off Ilyrien’s head and separate it from the rest of its body to save himself from future troubles, but he understood all too well that his body wouldn’t respond to such a command.
He shadow teleported, keeping Ilyrien in mind and through their past connection, he was able to pinpoint where the ice fox was and reappeared right beside him.
When their eyes locked onto each other, Nytherael forgot guilt towards his lovers and focused only on Ilyrien.
He felt the years next to Sseraphis and Aeltharion had wasted his youth and the person he should’ve been with from the start to finish was Ilyrien.
"I’m back," Ilyrien said, smiling charmingly, the smile melted him and his awakened consious like even with the memories of the consequences triggered by that meeting, he couldn’t control his feelings for Ilyrien.
His body moved forward to embrace Ilyrien, and Nytherael didn’t fight it. In fact, he was drawn to it and wanted the hug to happen sooner.
He wrapped his hands around Ilyrien and let out, both his past self and present concious spoke as one. "I am thrilled by your return. I can’t begin to tell you how badly I missed you."
