Novel & Cerita Chrysalis

CHAPTER 61 ~THE FIRST CHORD~ ARIA’S POV The knowledge we brought back didn't just settle; it germinated. It grew like the crystal-leafed trees in the hidden valley, sending new shoots of understanding through every aspect of life in the Vale. We weren't just living *in* the world anymore; we were consciously participating in its song. The first change was in the Sanctuary. Mira, inspired by the Geode-Singer’s frequencies, worked with Kaelen and Jax to create “resonance chambers.” They were simple, domed structures built over natural springs, lined with specific singing crystals from the eastern valley.

My savior said, drawing my attention to him. “He is Davien Hawkyns.” My missing part of my soul said, “and I am Crysal.” He finished as he snickered. “So, I take it you heard my call?” I asked, glancing between them and the guy standing by the open door. I was just getting an image of him, when I remembered, he’s Ericson. *I knew him, I just saw him…* my head felt fuzzy. *Girl focus, stay with Cherie. Put her to rest!* said a voice in my head. Trusting in this voice, I focused on me, Cherie.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

Damian grunted, not looking away from the monitors. "Pilgrims," I said, kissing the top of his head. "They blocked the tram. I looked at the main screen. It showed the interior of Sector 9 the fusion chamber. In the center of the room, the crystal chrysalis still stood. It had grown over the years. The blue-black star-glass had formed jagged, cathedral-like spikes, branching out like coral. And inside, deep within the semi-translucent shell, was the silhouette of a man.

I commanded through the link, my voice a vibrant, desperate melody. Five-year-old Lyra trotted forward in her crystalline Prism Wolf form. She didn't look afraid of the ethereal giants or the humming forest. She sat beside Elena and began to glow with a brilliant, iridescent light. This was the "Prism Translation" on a biological level. Lyra’s crystalline coat began to refract the high-frequency air, stepping it down into a wavelength that Elena’s lungs could actually process.

SHE said that she wanted more, so the young man gave her that. But at that moment, his gentle tongue that tenderly caresses her femininity is gone. Instead, Jason's tongue became like a burning coil. Just a glowing coil of a paintbrush that smears insane but earnest happiness into her femininity. And that gave her reason to let out a series of growls and suppressed screams.

She might as well get one for herself as well if this butterfly thing is cool. "Yeah, one second. Let me turn it on", Anna said before reaching her finger underneath the butterfly. When the butterfly 'turned on', Kaylee stared at it in shock and whimpered almost immediately. * * *

I have been feeling pain. ‘The closest to turning eighteen you get, pain and fast healing are fading away. That is because you have until your eighteenth birthday to complete the rite. If you don’t, your body becomes fully human. You will age as a human. You will live and die as a human. Lia has turned down the rite, therefore, she ages, feels, heals... She’s human.’ ‘Why did you turn down the rite?’ I looked at Ophelia with curiosity all over my face. The woman was Sonic the Hedgehog all over my fucking room, I think I believe her now.

Hiding I had been doing since before I had a word for it. I'm not fast. I'm not strong. I never have been. But I can disappear. I learned it young, the way some kids learned to swim or climb, because it came as naturally as breathing and felt just as necessary. My mother called it the Switch. A Silver Dawn gift: the ability to pull yourself inward, dampen what the body broadcasts, become background. Unremarkable. Unseen. The other kids in my Circle practiced it like a skill. For me it had always felt more like remembering something I already knew.

Sachi asked. “Well I have something. It’s not deadly but will buy us some time. If you’ve done crack before, you’d know the effects makes you slow. It makes everything slow even when it’s not. Just slows down your whole person”. “And you have it on you?” Sachi asked. “Yes, I just need to spread it round the entire premises and hopes everybody breathes it in” he explained. “Hope?” Karou scoffed. “And what about us? Won’t we get infected?” Sachi asked.