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CHAPTER CDXXII (WHO) “CAN’T YOU STILL NOT REMEMBER ME, JK?” The question is once more asks of him, yet he feels like it is more of a taunting and teasing queue that she wanted him to admit and eventually leads him into losing the game that he and she have been playing for quite a while now. “Remember? Who are you?” “Still not, or maybe you are only toying with me?” Consequences, yet rather a silly old game that JK is hiding and playing with dishonesty. Things that Winona can see and read from his eyes, yet he pretended that he didn’t hear a thing. “Toying with you? Why? I do not know you in the first place for you to say that I am teasing you. Besides, I wanted to suggest that I could be the one right now that could introduce a game to you. He draws a cunning smile, indirectly answering those hidden questions that Winona has. In the end, accepting the challenge and ends up drawing a sinister smile from within. With all of those taunting words, JK decided to play a bit more, o

(HIS ONCE DREAD) “YOU need to wake up and open your eyes for the truth that is just behind the closed door JK. Open the door and see to yourself what you should do and not. In this grand game where every one of us is merely a tool, you need to know and choose who should you trust and gave your trust, and not.” The warning is more than just a wake-up call that Winona is trying to embed inside his mind. But it seems like nothing’s been working, or perhaps there is. Yet JK is just too self-centered to admit it all. For he knows that his pride will be trampled by it. Putting the tragedy into the worst situation than anyone wanted it to be and not even hoping to have an experience. “What should I need to wake from? Just what should I need to realize right now and from the little children’s book and Alice tale in Wonderland that you just read to me?” “You are being naïve and too blinded by the thing that isn’t the truth and is only dragging you into the darkness and way beyond, JK.” Ts

CHAPTER CDXXVI (THE GIRL HE CALLS) “YOU’RE just a girl, a princess, and my brother’s daughter. I as your uncle will have to protect you no matter what. So, from now on I will be your knight and guardian.” Those are the words that are torturing him and now making him down on his knees and struggle to keep himself up. The kind of torment that he both deserves and does not. A contradicting reality and a debate that Winona doesn’t want to do and see him suffer like this. Yet, she doesn’t have any choice but to do exactly what she is commanded to do. Failure is not an option, especially since perfect destruction is what is at stake. “Do not struggle anymore JK. For you are the one that will be suffering to the end. Suffering that could be painful like this time, or even worst than you could think of and never dream of.” The warning and her final pity towards him. Things that are pricking her with the pain of seeing JK suffers. Yet, she also knows that he deserves this torment. A torm

(HIS REALITY) “THE PHILOSOPHER’S STONE.” Uttering the name of the stone that everyone said to be just a fantasy, yet it isn’t impossible. His torture just ended as he for a minute pauses and somewhat starring right into the darkness. With a smile that slowly crept upon his face. And the memory that is now as clear as the drop of the rain. He started to hum the same song that Winona used to sing for him them. The comforting song reminds him of both the light and dark. The curse and the shallow hearts of the mortals. With the memory of the past that aligns everything of what he forgot, no, he needed to forget. It is his turn now to sing the dark lullaby. “Who is asleep amidst the dark? The nightmare is knocking at the door. That one soul lies all in a deep sleep. Didn’t know the manner of ghouls, hags, and wraiths. For your hungry wanting wants are heard. Shhh… don’t let someone know, for the Witcher. Heartless cold who eats your dreams. He comes

(DARK EXPRESSION) GOLD AND SILVER. The words that make someone stands out in the crowd. A word and a standing that makes the entirety of someone’s life across the lights and stage of the prominent individuals in the play and life of an aristocrat. “Life, death, and honor.” With a sinister smile, he looks at the prominent cards in front of him. The cards hold the identity and life of the prominent ones, who hold the beginning and the fool that stands in the middle. “The fool, the magician, the high priestess, the hierophant, the chariot, strength, the hermit.” PRESTIGE. The honor of one’s heart, the pride someone carries and could never be stolen by anyone, but can be ruined by false lies. A glance and what people see hear and respect. The honor a knight earns in battle, defense for the weak, and even standing bravely where no one will and can. “Just when did this cycle ever ends?” He asks, not because he is wondering why. But because he can and