Almekia Kingdom
53. Jasper - Lost

The setting of the place changed again for the umpteenth time with a very fast turnaround. As soon as the situation stabilized I found myself in a spacious room that seemed to be playing hall on the third floor of the palace of the Almekia Kingdom.

"Teng, teng, teng!" the bell tolled very loudly, signifying the start of a royal event. Maybe Akbar's party or some other celebration.

This room has been filled with all the typical red Christmas knickknacks, with cypress trees on the edge of the room. In the middle of the room and the center of everyone's attention, be with mother and father. The two were dancing with their mesra.They were both compact in white dresses and tuxedos. The two seemed to be very laughing and smiling happily, loving each other and loving each other.

Really a very nice couple. My chest felt so tight looking at the two of them, looking at the faces of my parents. My chest became increasingly tight and difficult to breathe when I saw the face of the mother who was so happy and laughed freely with her husband, a face that even though I had never seen from the face of the Queen mother before.

Suddenly the party atmosphere turned chaotic and bustling, gunshots and explosions were heard everywhere. People are running around looking for a place to save themselves.

Fathers, uncles, aunts and some other soldiers rushed out of the party room. The men prepared to confront the enemy who attacked their kingdoms and palaces. While her mother and other women were also busy rushing into the basement, a sanctuary in the palace.

For some time the chaos grew worse, flames raged in various parts of the palace. Bodies began to drift along the corridors of the palace. Be it the corpse of a royal warrior or the corpse of an invader. In addition, the number of injured victims also fell for both sides.

Until dawn broke on the eastern horizon, and the attacks were finally repelled and stopped. The atmosphere was back on fire with various people starting to extinguish the burned parts of the palace. Others seek out and treat the injured.

My mother ran in a hurry after the state of the palace was declared safe. He ran from the basement of the hiding place to the top floor of the palace. Still wearing her white party dress.

Soon a red gear that I recognized as the father's gear landed before him the Queen's mother. The gear opened and from there came out the figure of her husband in a very sad state. The man was so badly injured, so covered in blood that his white tuxedo was red full of bloodstains.

Mother managed to catch the body of the father who almost fell when landing on the floor. Hugged her body very tightly, talking to her in tears. Mother tried to exert her healing energy to cover her husband's body.

She hugged her husband's body very tightly which had started to cool down. Trying to stop the bleeding and heal his wounds. But it seems all his efforts were in vain. His Majesty's wounds are too severe and can no longer be treated.

Until a while later finally the body of the man, my father's body sagged down from the embrace of his mother. And as if dragged along by the gravitational force of the mother's body also fell and sat there. Hugging tightly to her husband's body.

For a moment the Queen's mother's gaze became empty until she finally screamed and cried. Crying over her lifeless husband in her lap.

Mother cried so much, screamed and roared with great sadness and cut the heart of anyone who saw her. Crying over the lifeless body of the father who still continues to be in his arms. As if she did not want to release her husband's body, as if she did not want to separate from him.

Ayahanda is dead! The day after christmas. A day that should make them happy. Now that I know why the queen's mother never once seemed happy at Christmas, she always seemed sad in the midst of the festive Christmas party. Perhaps this tragic Christmas Eve still lingers in his memory.

I don't know why my chest became so claustrophobic in order to see this happen. Is this the moment of the king's father's death? Is this the story of the end of the life of the king's father? My biological father?

Without me noticing my tears falling down my cheeks unbearably. It was too sad to see the two couples who loved each other separated by such a cruel death. It is too sad to know the moments of separation between father and mother for so long.

I suddenly woke up and woke up from my dream. It instantly came to full realization with the memory of my precious dream of my two masters. I sat down stunned and pondered about everything I had seen in my dream just now.

I found my tears rushing without being able to prevent me from wetting both my cheeks. Cold sweat poured down my back. For a while I could only pensively try to recall the series of dreams my long ago, dreams that look very real.

Is it true that my dream is a reality of the past that actually happened? Did you really die that Christmas night?

I remembered Aunt Agata's words when I said that my mother forbade me to know the gear, 'No way, there's no way Nephrit would forbid you to touch the gear. Not if until the end of his life your father was with the gear!'

"Jez? Jasper why are you?" Saphir approached me in bed worried.

"Why are you crying? Did you have a bad dream?"

"My father died." I replied. I don't know why my tears can't stop flowing. A sense of loss, sadness, and frustration suddenly filled my heart.

"Yes I know Jez, your father died a long time ago." Saphir replied, confused by my answer, with sweat and tears on his handkerchief.

"I saw it, Saphir! I saw it with my own eyes! He breathed his last on my mother's lap!" I replied with emotions that exploded without my control.

Saphir was shocked to hear my answer, he just fell speechless. He hugged me very tightly and stroked my back. Whether he thinks I'm just dreaming, crazy or crazy, I don't care. I just want to say what's inside my head right now.

"I know how much my parents loved and loved each other. How happy they are to live together, how happy they are to be together."

"I know how broken my mother's heart was. How sad he was when he lost his father, the man he loved the most .." I poured all my sorrow into Sapphire's warm embrace.

Saphir is still unable to speak or just give encouragement. He seems to know very well the sadness that I feel is so real. And the girl patiently ended up hugging me tightly and patting my back as a form of sympathy for me.

For a while we hugged until my tears could be controlled and stopped flowing by themselves.

As soon as I could control myself again, I quickly went to the bathroom. Kuseka and I washed my face with cold water on the wastefle, refreshed my face, restored my consciousness and sanity.

I approached Saphir who was still pensive on the bed. Maybe he's still in awe Thinking about all the words I said to him just now.

"I'm sorry you saw me in such an uncool state" I said as I approached her.

Saphir smiled sweetly answering me. "Cool. It's really cool, though. It is natural for a child to cry over the death of his parents. Real proof that you love them, too, Jez." Saphir answered while giving his most beautiful smile to me. A smile that can make me feel warm and a little forget my sadness.

Our conversation came to a standstill because of Zircon who suddenly woke up from his sleep. My best friend was astonished to see that both of us were awake before he even woke up. It felt strange because he was usually the first one to wake up between us.

"What time is this?" the question is a little confused.

"Just calm down, Zirc, you're not the bad luck. But we are part of it" Saphir replied cheerfully.

"Let's get ready and go. Today is the tournament day we've been waiting for!" he added, getting out of bed to prepare the weapons that we will use.

I approached Saphir and I helped him unpack the contents of our backpack. While Zircon cleans up and recovers his consciousness in the bathroom.

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