Chapter 101: An Echo of a Fallen Star

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Chapter 101: An Echo of a Fallen Star I stood there, a silent shadow hidden within the weeping willow’s embrace, listening to a conversation that was not meant for me. Yumi, a warm, sleepy weight in my arms, was a stark, innocent contrast to the cold, hard lines of the tragedy unfolding just a few feet away. The man, Christina’s father, wrung his hands, his regal posture crumbling under the weight of his own helplessness. "My child," he began, his voice a low, ragged thing, thick with a despair so profound it was almost a physical force. "You know as well as I do who he is. Leon is the son of the Knight Commander. The most important, and most feared, figure in the entire empire. Even the ducal houses, with all their wealth and influence, are nothing in the face of his power. He is power itself, second only to the Dragon Queen. To defy him is to defy the very foundations of this kingdom." Christina’s own voice, when she spoke, was a quiet, fragile thing, but it was laced with a core of unyielding, unbreakable steel. "I know that, Father. But Leon... he has already chosen a wife. He wants me as a concubine, a pretty toy to be displayed and then discarded when he grows bored. He sees me only for my beauty, for the status my own dwindling bloodline might bring him. He does not see me. I don’t want that life, Father. I will not live in a gilded cage, waiting for the day he decides to throw me away." "I know," her father whispered, his own eyes, so like hers, filled with a profound, soul-deep sorrow. "And I would never wish that life for you. But if we refuse... if we defy the Knight Commander’s wishes... we will have a life far more brutal than even that." A heavy, suffocating silence settled between them, broken only by the gentle, rustling whisper of the willow leaves. Then, her father’s voice, a final, devastating blow. "He will come for you tomorrow. To take you to his estate." His gaze was fixed on the ground, his face a mask of shame and regret. I overheard everything. And in that moment, the true, terrifying scope of my new quest crashed down on me. I murmured under my breath, my own voice a low, cold whisper, "Is that so? The difficulty of this quest is quite... impressive. One bad step, and the entire Dragon Kingdom will come for my head." Tomorrow, I thought, my mind a frantic, chaotic whirlwind of plans and contingencies. I need to think of a plan. What can I do? How can I save her without bringing the wrath of the second most powerful man in the empire down on my own head? And then, it happened. A bolt of lightning, sharp and searing, hit my head. Not a real one, not a physical attack, but something far, far worse. A foreign memory, a ghost from another lifetime, erupted in my mind, a violent, unwelcome intrusion. The world dissolved, the peaceful, moonlit garden vanishing in a swirl of color and light. I was standing on a battlefield, the air thick with the scent of blood and ozone. And in front of me, her face a mask of cold, tragic beauty, was Christina. But she was different. Older. And she wore the dark, twisted robes of the demon cult, her own eyes, once the color of a summer sky, now glowing with a faint, malevolent red light. And I was not alone. Rin, his holy sword a brilliant, searing light, stood beside me, his own face a mask of grim, determined fury. His teammates, a collection of faces I recognized from the Academy, were there too, their own weapons drawn, their own auras a mixture of fear and a righteous, unyielding resolve. Then, the scenario changed, the memory fast-forwarding to a future that was both horrifying and inevitable. The battlefield was silent now, the ground a carpet of broken bodies and shattered dreams. Crows, their black forms a stark contrast to the crimson-stained earth, feasted on the flesh of the fallen. Everyone was dead. Rin, his teammates, the cultists... all gone. All except me. The original Ashen. He was kneeling in the heart of the slaughter, his own body a canvas of grievous wounds. And cradled in his lap, her life’s blood staining his dark, tattered clothes, was Christina. "Ashen," she whispered, her voice a faint, ragged thing. "Thank you. Thank you for everything. For being with me, even at the end. I... I wanted to stay by your side. I wanted to have a happy family with you, in a world without gods or monsters. But... it seems they had other plans." For the first time, I saw it. A single, perfect tear, a glistening diamond of pure, unadulterated grief, traced a path down the monster’s cheek. "Christina," he choked out, his own voice a raw, broken thing. "Why? Why did you never tell me? Your feelings... why did you protect me this whole time? Why did you fight by my side?" She smiled then, a faint, beautiful expression on her pale, dying face. "Stupid," she whispered. "Because I loved you. You were the one who protected me, who took me from that hell my father had sold me into. I just... I wanted to settle the score. By pulling you from your own hell." They both cried then, their tears a silent, shared testament to a love that had been born in the shadows and was now dying in the light. "Ashen," she breathed, her voice a final, fading whisper. "Maybe... maybe in another life, I will be yours. And you better not forget me." With those words, she breathed her last, her own eyes, once so full of a quiet, unyielding sadness, now empty and still. Ashen, the monster, the world-destroyer, gently closed her eyes. Then, he looked up at the cold, indifferent sky, a new, terrifying fire burning in his own crimson gaze. "I will never forget," he whispered, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "And I will make it happen. You gods... you will all pay for everything." The memory settled, the violent, emotional torrent receding, leaving behind a series of fragmented, incomplete images. There were many gaps, many unanswered questions. But one thing was now terrifyingly, undeniably clear. The hollow, the monster, the boy I had become... he had feelings too. He had loved her. And he had lost her. And now, her fate, her life, was in my hands.

Chapter 101: An Echo of a Fallen Star

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