Chapter 130 Deja vu
She sat down crosslegged, facing Margaret and the others. Beatrice was seated beside Richard, both of them were on his bed, looking at the others. Melissa was actually very sleepy at this point, she could barely keep her eyes open as it was; this was one of the reasons they were using her room.
Though the main reason was that, it was just a quick touch up, so they didn't forget stuff when they would actually meet. Beatrice was speaking, in a soft and silent voice, so as not to raise any alarm that they were doing a meeting.
Melissa had informed all of them about Hance's request. It was hard even for Melissa to believe it as she was going through it now. She'd always thought their leader was going to be a tyrant but as it seemed, he barely held any power among his own council, just like Melissa. Unlike her though, he wasn't necessarily interested in ruling his kingdom. He didn't want the pressure, so he let the corruption fester but as it would seem, allowing the wound to fester didn't really improve his chances. It deadened them.
"So what do we do?" Beateice asked. "I already listed out the possible things that could happen," she said, flipping a note book.
Melissa smiled. Ever since she'd gained innate abilities, Beatrice's habit had changed a bit. Instead of carrying tons and tons of files in her hand, she now used a simple notebook, where she jotted everything, neatly but a bit scattered as compared to how she detailed everything step by step before
She was no longer obsessed with getting everything right at the right proportion with the exact precision. She'd let her steam off a bit.
She was still arranged and tidy, but she was doing it because she liked being neat and tidy, not because she was trying to equate a certain setback she believed she had. She looked at Melissa and then frowned. "What are you smiling at?"
Another thing that Melissa noticed about her, she had grown a little more talkative; things she'd normally see and just glare at, were things she reacted to now. Oh, compared to Melissa she was still awfully quiet, but in essence, she felt free with herself, freer in her own skin.
After that day, Margaret apologised to her and she'd forced Richard to do the same, the idiot was yelling that he didn't do anything. Melissa knew that, but she just liked forcing him to do things once in a while, just to get him to talk.
"I am not smiling at anything," she said. "I am just… a little happy," she said in realisation. The whole world around her might seem like a quest and every time she got close to solving one, a bigger and harder quest appeared and it had been happening so much in her life she felt as if someone was writing her story for the enjoyment of other people. But within all these turmoil she could still touch people's life and grow within it.
Her past life might have crippled her and left her literally interred on a sick bed but now she was better. She had utilised every opportunity and maybe her life was in a bit more peril, maybe she was down to the last straw and might not survive the incoming situations but this time, she lived exactly how she wanted. Not in anyone's, her failures, her successes were hers alone, only to be shared by her comrades and those who stood by her.
Beatrice raised her eyes. "It is nice to see that you are happy, really, but girl we have a situation here," she said.
"I get it, I get it," she yawned. "I seriously think we should all go to bed and sleep on this," she said, yawning loudly.
Magaret chuckled. "I'd say you are right," she said. "I am so tired."
Beateice grumbled. "You are supposed to meet up with him by five o'clock in the morning and he has information for you," she said. "We need to rehearse every possible scenario."
Avalors turned to Beatrice. "You are right about that, but we were the ones who put a baby on a throne, guess we have to let the toddler slee…"
Melissa didn't let him complete the statement. "I am not a toddler, go on! I can do this," she said. "Sleep, who needs sleep? Sleep is for the weak," she cleared her throat and Richard chuckled before patting her head.
"Stop that," she said angrily.
"Okay, so what are we doing?" Melissa asked.
Beatrice looked at her and shook her head. "I am not really the intuitive kind, but I just feel off about this. It is as if I have seen this before and it didn't end well," she confessed. "Like a Dejavu of some sorts."
It was at this moment Melissa paused and got serious, the sleep clearing from her eyes. There was a saying that those who do not learn from the mistakes of their pasts are destined to repeat it. The last time somebody wanted to give her information, it was Beatrice and she'd died before she could get to her. She found her dead body, already cold at the point where they were supposed to meet.
She'd thought of it randomly initially, but with what Beatrice just said, she knew she couldn't just dismiss this. Something terrible was going to happen and she couldn't believe she was just starting to realise it.
"If half the members of his council work for the oracle and we've already seen their preliminary goal as trying to wreck the government from within, why would they agree for a peace meeting when they could obviously enforce otherwise?" she began. "If they accepted, why would they lose so easily to a simple diplomat?"
"Hey I am good," Margaret complained.
"I agree that you are, this is not a statement directed at you. But still, an organisation that old, losing to a makeshift group," she said.
"Where are you going with this?" Richard asked and Melissa nodded beside him, both of them giving her a scrutinising look that almost made them look like siblings.
"I am saying the best way to completely wreck our government and put us at war with each other was to kill their Alpha on our soil," she said. "If Hance died here,it meant we did it, we wouldn't be able to do anything but fight a war," she explained.
Everyone raised their eyes.