Chapter 16 Chapter 15

Chapter 16 Chapter 15
CHAPTER 15
AILA
I watch as Caelon takes a step back and doubled over. Emyr hastily rushed towards him, “Do you still hurt? I must help you brew the medicine. You can’t ignore this, Caelon.”
“Oh, Emyr. Her words…when she said that she hated me, she really means it to hurt this much. She doesn’t how much power she holds on me now that she is my half.”
I gasp, ‘Did I really hurt him by saying that? He is bluffing, I am sure.
Emyr helped him back to the sofa and held out an arrow that resembles the one I use. I frown in confusion, watching Emyr as he studied the arrow,  “The scroll apparently pertains to your fate and Aila’s. The only thing to do now is to inform her about it. I will think of ways to prevent you from suffering while she pierces your heart-”
What?
“So, she should really do it? Shoot the arrow at me?” there’s no mistaking the tremble in Caelon’s voice as he speaks. Emyr nodded once and continued, “I’m afraid, yes. There is no way around this.”
“She would kill me, then?”
Emyr paused, and said, “Yes,” he said, “Caelon, it is essential that you will do this. We are trying to put an end to this lifelong curse. I believe—”

“But I don’t want to die,” Caelon answered, crossing his arms.
“Then what do you suggest that we do? Ask her to pierce it on her chest instead? You can’t do that! She is still your wife.”
So, it’s me or him?
I rested my back upon the door and breathe out. I thought that when I married him, their suspicion of me killing Caelon would disappear but no. They still depend on that scroll. I am going to end up killing Caelon because it is written in a piece of paper!  
I couldn’t listen to this anymore.
I marched up the stairs in frustration, opening the other doors with the spare arrow I have come to possess before falling back on the bed. I snuggled with the pillow and curled up, pulling the blanket over me as I stared outside the window, the pale moonlight casting an eerie glow inside the room.
I had hurt Caelon with my words and now they wanted me to pierce an arrow at his chest and possibly kill him. He’s a Dieuoubliè, and me piercing him will be his end. Are they mental? Why are they asking me to do such a horrible thing?
And Caelon – he sounds so scared when he speaks about me and how I will be the reason of his death. Is he going to hate me now because I am bound to kill him in the end? No matter what relationship we had, whether I am his wife or not, he will meet the same end upon my hands.
I have to do something.

The room was dark that I knocked over a stack of books on the floor. It was hard to navigate the room because it is unfamiliar to me though I was able to find the arrow instantly, thanking its powerful essence that draws me near.  I hastily took it and was about to walk away when I saw the scroll lying on top of the table. Out of pure curiosity, I read the inscription, “For he who fell on earth because of love will suffer the same fate once again, an endless life only to be ended by the wielder of the arrow whom he greatly defended against heaven and hell.”  I frowned down at the ripped part; the prophecy was incomplete.
Where Is the continuation? I looked around the table and inspected the top, ruffling through the pages of each book and expecting the missing part to fall from them. Hopeless, I focused my attention back to the scroll – Why is it that Caelon married me when a prophecy like this is foretold?  
How can he be so insensitive of what I would feel about killing him?

Three days and Caelon hasn’t come for me yet. I guess, after finding out that I am bound to kill him in anyway possible, he decided not to bother with me anymore just to save himself.
The thought pains me but it is better this way. I would rather see him from afar than not see him at all.
I reached out for my quiver and took an arrow, shooting it across and smiling as the man who is sitting next to a girl, leaned down to kiss her. The cold night air soothe my worries and I retired by the bushes in the middle of a secluded meadow, lying down on the earth. The sky is a beautiful shade of the darkest blue with an occasional twinkle coming from a handful of early stars. I smiled wistfully, wishing that I could find my mother soon.
A couple sat next to my meadow, their laughter shattering my moment of silence. Frowning, I sat up and scowled at them, recognizing the mop of curly brown hair leaning down a blonde beauty. I ducked down, my breathing quickening – it was Caelon!

Was it?

I took a peek by the bushes and squinted, my mouth dropping open. It was really him! But then, who is that girl on his lap? Caelon tilted her head, her cheeks glowing red as she giggled, slapping Caelon’s shoulders. I gritted my teeth.
Aren’t we married? So what is he doing with another woman?
I wanted to run at him and yank her out of his lap but I couldn’t. I suddenly felt ashamed of what I have done. I have hurt him with my words, does it give him the right to hurt me too?
With my hands terribly shaking, I took the arrow from my satchel and tightly held it with my hands. I hid behind the bushes, spying on them as they continue to kiss, making my heart feel like someone has been squeezing it.  The pain is unbearable but I couldn’t do anything.
What do I expect? Caelon is a Dieuoubliè, an opposite of love – bringer of chaos and confusion. He will never love anyone back. He has warned me before that I have to stay away but I’m stubborn. I am stupid enough to marry him. He simply cared for me and just took me in because he thought that if he did, he will stop our fate from happening.
But now, there is the arrow and the scroll. It is happening and I am only buying him time by sitting around and avoiding him because I can’t hurt him. Just like how Emyr has predicted, there won’t be any danger because he knows my feelings about Caelon.
I love Caelon, even if he doesn’t love me back.
The arrow glinted dangerously as I scowled down at it. I tightened my grip at the arrow and took a deep breath as I aligned it by my chest forcing it in with my other hand. I turned my head so I am looking at them only to see Caelon’s stormy eyes staring back at me, confused.
He stopped laughing with the girl and it seems that she finally noticed it too.
Though, before any foul thought occur inside my head, a burning pain started from the tip of the arrow, spreading to its base and eventually in my chest, cutting my supply of oxygen. I gasped and collapse, my vision blurred as slowly, the rain fell down from the sky.
And then, nothing.

The softest skin that belongs to someone so fragrant settled next to me. The room is covered in a nightmarish glow, the moon’s full façade appears by the window yet the light was pushed out by something inhuman. I tried to calm down my raging nerves as I turned my neck, noticing the fact that the body lying next to me was naked as a spatter of curly hair spurt forth that someone's chest.
I can tell that it is a guy.
At the very least, that is one fact I am sure of. I took a deep breath and tried to move away from him but gasped as I was pulled back. The guy pushes my head on his chest, breathing in my hair, “Don’t ever leave me,” His voice sounds familiar to me and like a lullaby it calms me enough to fall asleep and forget about the pain in my chest.
The feeling of that curly hair on my fingers and the thin satin covering my eyes made me gasped as I was suddenly showered with kisses, my mind in a disarray, “Be mine, forever. Be mine, mon reve.”
The bed from beneath me shifted and I found myself lying on the floor. My breathing ragged as though I have run a thousand miles. I force my eyes to open, realizing that Caelon is actually looking down at me, the arrow protruding from my chest. But something else was different – this version of Caelon has beautiful locks of hair, almost touching his shoulders, looking at me with such a forlorn expression, much serious than my Caelon, yet equally as sad. He is wearing medieval clothes and he has beautiful red wings that are fluttering on his back. He leans down and I reached out my hand to touch his face, not believing the words I say, “Don’t bother with me.”
Caelon’s eyes filled with tears. He looks so sad as he nuzzles his head with mine, caressing my face with his hands, “How can I live without you?”

His voice is full of hurt but my only reply to him is a laugh. The arrow painfully embedded itself further and I gasped, my lips quivering with the pain as I cried, “I’m sorry, so sorry.” My consciousness slipped and for a moment, I thought I have died. Though, being as stubborn as I was, I held unto him and vowed, “I promise you, my half, I will find you...” and I pulled him down, forcing him to lean close so he can kiss me, even if it is the last time.

The floor shifted and I found myself lying down on earth, gasping as the pain on my chest intensified, as though someone is pushing the arrow deeper. The rain pelted down on me and I am drowning it.
I blink. Was everything I just saw, a dream, or was it a memory?
I looked around and noticed Caelon staring at me, a frown gracing his confused face.
 “What did you do?”

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