The Eternity: The Colour of Fate
Chapter 63

Bab 63: Letter Tuk Past

A familiar voice rang in my head, it was the voice of that woman, Hellian. Simultaneously, the landscape immediately changed, I moved.

"Today, the tenth day of the sixth month when I realized that I had returned twenty years ago. Everything is still stuck in my memory, the train rattling through the trees with black fog enveloping, this ... Arcnight in my memory, Arcnight who covered herself with the black fog 'miasma'."

A carriage seemed to run fast among the groves of trees with black fog where, exactly as he said.

My heart was beating rapidly, dumbfounded at the sight of Arcnight in those days.

"This ...my country?" Gumamku.

The next voice came back as I moved back..

"Today, six days after my arrival. Arcnight is still at war, just like before, in the past. Looking at the previous Arcnight's destruction, what if I practice magic earlier?"

A large building stood over me, with a small clear water lake. Floors, walls, and wooden poles greeted me. Cold and gloomy air enveloped him, the Arcnight palace.

I faintly heard the low-iron boisterousness that clashed against each other, with a faint faint rancid smell I also smell as the wind blew slowly past me.

My body shakes, "they're, still alive, right?" I ask myself.

Taps. Taps. Taps.

The clattering of footsteps rang out quickly, a woman with blue hair matching mine, walking quickly past me just like that.

"I-mom ..."

Everything changed again, along with his voice that reverberated.

"Three years, today is my third year back from the future. I'm 10 years old now, a tier 3 mage. Even though it's fine if I go down to the battlefield, but her majesty Arcnight has asked me to look after her, your highness the queen. And today, is his birthday, live long, glorious"

"Chelsea, Thank you" muttered a soft voice that was staring at him in front of the mirror.

The woman looked beautiful in her dress, her beautiful bluish-black hair, but with her pale white skin

Awe and longing slowly surged from within me, subconsciously, my cheeks heated up, a chaotic feeling again overflowing as he got up and passed me.

"Happy birthday, your majesty" whispered a silver-haired little girl behind him.

My body moved involuntarily, trying to grab his body that felt so far away from where I was standing. My legs were stiff, as if to prevent me from going to reach the figure that I missed so much, my mother.

His figure disappeared, changing with a loud bang that messed things up. The war drums rang, in front of me, the two armies moved forward quickly, clashing with weapons and attacks.

"War is still raging. The troops are exhausted, but it's fine as long as we can hold on until that day comes, the day we can be free."

The two of them immediately combined, mixed together into one in a hot and desperate battlefield. The cheers of the troops I heard too.

In the hustle and bustle of chaos, a war spirit that was so thick I felt. On the other hand, despair accompanied him, a sense of despair that haunted every soul standing on the bloody earth.

"War ..." I murmured softly when unknowingly everything changed again.

Overlay of houses lined up. So dark, with only a few rays that appear to glow from the sidelines of a densely populated house.

"The twentieth day, the twelfth month, the eighth year of the war. The spread of miasma never stopped, the people suffered. The nobles tied their bellies. The air began to cool, the thickened miasma causing crop failures across the country. The people who die of hunger are as many as the soldiers who die in battle."

The voice is narrated.

Without me realizing my hand was clenching tightly, trying to think calmly.

"Seven, eight? It's still in the future, right?" Gumamku.

"The twenty-third day of the first month of the tenth year. The war was still going on, half of the troops had died, some turned into undead and joined the enemy. Arcnight is experiencing a famine, there are no plants that can be eaten properly. Miasma has spread throughout the country, causing a drop in temperature, causing a winter where. The palace has a shake. Her Majesty the Queen fell ill."

The landscape changed completely again, I returned to the place where the woman was. A wooden-clad mansion with a small lake that now looks a little cold.

The woman was lying down, with a girl writing nearby. I moved my feet quickly, trying to reach the body of the woman who seemed to be asleep without being able to prevent tears from dripping from my eyes.

My hand came to a halt as the shady eyes that seemed so withered and could collapse whenever it opened.

"Chelsea .." he murmured softly.

The girl who had written it immediately stopped her hand, and approached the woman.

Everything faded back, disappeared.

"Today, eleventh day of the second month, tenth year. War culminated. I don't know why, but this incident is progressing, in my first life, the peak war occurred on the fifteenth day of this month, it should."

"Long live Arcnight! Long live Arcnight!"

The cheers of the troops sounded loud, punctuated by a crushing loud bang. I stood sculpting, a group of troops with full armour passed through my body just like that, from them I heard a lot of groaning and rustling.

Everyone was exhausted, I knew it, even from their eyes. A hint of despair also colored their faces that arose from behind the armour.

The smell of blood was strong, much stronger than I had ever felt before.

The screams and moans I heard. It's not the first time I've seen him, when someone gets killed or something called war.

But, a feeling of despair haunted me in an instant, a fear that shook my body. There was nothing I could do when my tears were pouring down, not a single sound I could make as I looked at it, a painful ruin.

Until, a clear solid silhouette recorded in my eyes appeared, along with the cheers of the hope of all humans on the battlefield. One who holds the whole people on his shoulders, the King, my father.

A warm feeling that was so faint, yet carried a sense of security suddenly enveloped me. A domineering and close feeling in which he made me forget about him, the fear and all the despair that was present.

"The war is over. Arcnight has been destroyed, no. Meteka free along with their soul's steadfast soul. This is not the country I was born in, but everything is so good even when lives are at the end of their throats. I love him, as much as he loves my country, Helliantuse. In this vast expanse of land, I buried their bodies, the Arcnight master family. A letter I slipped gently from behind the tomb of the queen. It was his wish, a letter to his beloved son. The son he believed to still exist, the second prince, Raka Azalea the Son of Arcnight. With this, 'happy birthday, my son' he said."

For the umpteenth time my tears were dripping helplessly. There is nothing I can do, only grow it, the power to liberate everything.

Everything keeps changing, at least over and over again until I can remember everything, the pain.

In that short span of time, I lived it, a feeling where he repeated his life over and over again without success.

From him I saw it, the end of myself six times in his life.

I was silent for a moment, just to catch my breath long as time began to run normally. I went back in time before, like I never entered it, the memory of hers or like it never existed, I guess.