"I didn't mean that," Liliana shook her head. "They've tried everything, every physician, alchemist, enchanter, and healer, worth their name, but they couldn't even find out what's wrong with her."Christian was surprised to hear that, and immediately, he remembered about his uncle, "Wait... What about uncle Charles? He is named as a miracle doctor who can save anyone, even a dying person can be saved by uncle, why didn't he try to help her? Do we have any issues with them?" "No, Chris," Liliana gently placed her hand on Christian's hand, "Both of our families are so close to each other for decades, in fact Rosaline is a very good person, she even saved my life once, out of that gratitude, I took Charles to their home hoping he can help her, even Charles attempted to heal her for me." Christian straightened with an anxious face. "And?" "He failed." Her voice was quiet now, threaded with frustration. Christian looked surprised after hearing to Liliana, as far as he heard everyone p

"Mr. Charles, Master wants to meet you," a guard announced, bowing respectfully at the doorway, "He is waiting for you in his study." Charles turned to Christian with a conflicted glance, the guard informed, "Master wants only you to meet him, Mr. Charles, he said young master Christian can wait in madam Rosaline's room till you come back for him." "Ummm... But, my nephew," Charles hesitated, and Christian who knew this is the opportunity for him to be alone with Rosaline has said, "It's okay uncle, I can wait here till you come back, so, don't worry about me and go to meet Mr. Valemire." Charles nodded and caressed Christian's hair, "I think it's better for you to wait inside the room itself, I’ll be back as soon as possible, stay here only till I come back." Christian nodded quietly like an obedient child.Charles then looked at the maid standing nearby. "He’s a bit shy around strangers, he'll be staying in Rosaline’s room till I return, please look after him." The maid blinked

"Uncle, do you really think I’d assault a sick woman?" Christian asked, his voice still hoarse with exhaustion, but frustration is evident in both his face and voice.Rosaline threw the covers off and stood abruptly from the bed. "Sick woman? Who are you calling sick? I was just sleeping, you brat!" Christian scoffed and crossed his arms at her foolishness still not accepting her condition, "Sleeping? Excuse me, for how many years now? If you don't believe in a brat like me, ask your biological father the one standing beside you..." Rosaline blinked in confusion, and turned to her father in disbelief. "Dad? What nonsense is this guy speaking?" Charles stepped forward, placing a steady hand on Christian’s shoulder. "He’s not lying, Rosaline… you’ve been lying on this bed unconscious for the past three years, and today only you woke up for the first time after three years." Lord Valemire nodded his head agreeing with Charles's words, "It’s true, Rose, you collapsed from some unknown

"Whoosh.... Whoosh...." A heavy wind, but he couldn't feel it, there was no pain.No light.... No sound.... Only silence.Then, warmth, gentle, like a memory, and he opened his eyes.Christian stood barefoot on an endless surface of silver mist, beneath a sky the color of dusk-drenched blood. Shapes floated in the distance, shattered buildings, crumbling archways suspended in air, all glowing faintly with soft golden veins. Everything felt real, as if alive, as if still breathing."Where… am I?" His voice echoed back to him, distorted, almost childlike, "What kind of craziness is this?" He scratched his head with frustration, "These days more than living in reality, I keep on living in illusions and dreams, I don't understand what's this exactly either? Seems like illusions and dreams are a second home to me..." He took a step after a lot of hesitation since he knew there was nothing he could do apart from figuring out what was surrounding him.The mist rippled underfoot, reveali

"Th... This couldn't be her... Here," Lord Valemire stammered looking at the piece of amulet in Christian's hand, "Yo... You, how did you even get this?" The weight of Lord Valemire’s words hung in the air for so long, after Christian revealed the silver amulet. The old man’s reaction had spoken volumes, recognition, fear, and a deep-rooted sorrow that twisted his normally composed expression.Christian’s fingers curled around the pendant as if shielding it from a truth he hadn’t expected."This belonged to my mother," he said quietly, not looking at anyone. "I received it from her, and I believe… it’s only one piece of something larger, ummm... I thought, you might know something about this..." Lord Valemire’s silence was loud leaving everyone tensed.After a long moment, he finally spoke, his voice laced with regret. "You're right, it's a huge one, it's complete only when four families unite, unfortunately, we doesn't want that situation to come..." "Why?" Christian mumbled in c