- Occult of Strigoikirk(The first)
- Occult of Strigoikirk(The Second)
- Occult of Strigoikirk(The Third)
- Occult of Strigoikirk(The Fourth)
- Occult of Strigoikirk(The Fifth)
- Occult of Strigoikirk(The Sixth)
- Occult of Strigoikirk(The Seventh)
- Occult of Strigoikirk(The Eight)
- Occult of Strigoikirk (The Ninth)
- Occult of Strigoikirk(The Tenth)
- Occult of Strigoikirk(Grand Finale)
“Dopa la bal, Master.” The man who rushed into their meeting earlier in the bedroom has returned.
“What kind of disrespect is this? No one’s allowed in the bathing ponds when I am here, especially when I’m accompanied by my brother. Do I have to tell my own Commander about this?” Asher’s covered himself with the fur of a tiger and his voice has turned deeper.
“I’m very sorry, Master.But we need to prepare for an attack, right now! I thought you need to be informed about the unusual movement in the northern forest. It was massive, massive enough to be considered as the cue that we have been waiting for. We’ve to prevent them from reaching us.”
“Niamh, take him to mother.” Asher turns his head and addresses the maiden. “Come, we’ve a war to win.” Aaron, who’s still in awe by the addition of wings to his brother, follows Niamh with only a towel around his waist. As they lead out she gives him a robe and they continue on their route.
“How does my mother look?” Aaron’s curiosity is rising at every dark corner they turn at.
“Nobody knows.” Patience is what Aaron lacks at the moment, but Niamh seems to have a blank expression. “Never mind.” He mutters and walks quietly.
After ascending numerous stairways, Niamh leaves Aaron in front of a tiny door and vanishes without a notice. Before Aaron can do anything the tiny door opens with a rather wild screech that makes him cover his ears.
“Proceed in.” A voice calls from inside and Aaron steps in.
“Hello?” Aaron can listen to his echo, but the room is still dark as the night. “Mom? Where are you?”
“In a place which you can see, a place where you can run, breath, and live but nothing’s real for you.” The voice is more clear, as if the source is right above Aaron.
“Yes, for you. Can you tell me such place?” The hostility towards Aaron in her voice is apparent.
“A dream?” Aaron doesn’t need time to think on that, since a dream is what he wishes this reality to be.
“A dream, splendid. I am in a dream, but I dream reality.
I can go everywhere without going anywhere.
I can be somewhere but you can find me nowhere.
I am Caer, the queen of dreams and subconscious. Welcome, Aaron. I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Queen of dreams? Can I see you?”
“Queen of dreams since I can travel through dreams and send my consciousness to places I wish to, when I’m dreaming. I am the eyes of our kingdom. I can see everything I wish to. But no, you cannot see me. Not yet.”
Since his hope of seeing his mother is let down, it hurts for Aaron to admit. He stands there for a while, silently looking around at the empty room and holds back the dam of his emotions.
“Don’t be sad.” Her voice is now as distant as she’s always been. Only an imagination. As a kid when Randy teased him for living with his foster parents, Aaron would always wonder where his mom dad were? And if they were even alive?
Standing here, Aaron knows the answer to his question. They are alive. But he isn’t as happy as he imagined he would be. His father, doomed as a traitor and soon going to battle to kill his brother or vice versa; his mother, a possible psychotic queen of dreams who wouldn’t even show herself to Aaron.
Over thinking about his sorrows led to a tear escape from the corner of his eye. It slowly traced his cheek but the following tear drops increased its velocity. As it left Aaron’s face and made its way to the ground, in the blink of an eye Caer caught it with her fingertip. Her fingertip was covered with scarce fog similar to her whole body which is levitating mid-air and she sits with her legs-crossed.
“Tears are an epitome of emotion. These emotions will define what kind of person you are, Aaron. Use them wisely. Don’t waste it on people like me or your father.”
Her blunt advice catches Aaron off-guard and all the pain accumulated over the years surfaces up. Tears flood his face, his lungs short of breath and it hurts. It hurts so much that his body aches. Looking at Aaron in such despair, Caer carries him in her aura and they fly atop the room.
The room doesn’t have a ceiling and thus they reach in the skies.
“Breathe.” Caer orders him. Surprisingly, Aaron’s sobbing stops and he breathes normally after a second or two. She rotates him a bit and sits next to him on a cloud.
“I will tell you everything, but I’ve to help Asher win the war. Will you help me?”
“Me? How? I’m a mort—”
“You’ll do just fine.” She gives him a triumph smile and slips into deeper part of sleep.
To make up to last week’s postponed episode the next episode will be posted tonight. Giddy up guys, we are reaching the end! Sincerely apologies for being late.
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