Novel & Cerita Fragments Of The Past

And I heard something answer. Faintly. However, not in language. With memory. And it wasn’t mine. And it wasn’t kind. Lila The thread returned at midnight. not packaged. Not encircled. Scattered. Thirteen fragments across the moss path. Each piece is unique one is smooth, one is burned, and one is frayed. I gathered them slowly. Not to repair. To ask what they remembered. Only one pulsed. The one I believed I had lost on the day Saela went into exile. It pulsed and pulsed and pulsed.

I couldn't stop thinking about how Jack called me a slut and how Aubrey just completely left me for dead out there. It’s not like any of this was really even my fault. After what felt like hours of more crying, I finally managed to fall asleep. ~3 hours later~ The sound of something banging against my window catches me by surprise, having me immediately jolt awake as fear begins to engulf me. What the fuck was that? I grow still against my sheets as the sound repeats itself, this time sounding more like a sequence of patterns. Is somebody here? Slowly, I make my way over to my window before slowly pushing open my blinds. Jack?!

“No… I just… sometimes I see faces when I dream. But they fade away before I can hold onto them.” Raven hummed softly. “Those are not just dreams, Nora. Those are fragments of your past.” Her words hit me deep. Fragments of my past? My chest tightened again. Maybe that’s why sometimes I wake up crying, feeling like someone is calling my name but I can’t see who it is.

“You know that phrase.” Karl hesitated only long enough to prove the answer cost him. “The rogues keep fragments. Smuggling paths, burial routes, supply marks from before the packs divided the territory. Most are useless. Some were hidden because the council would have seized them.” “Bring them.” The fragments arrived before dawn in a leather roll carried by an elderly rogue archivist. His left hand shook until Karl placed a chair behind him. The map inside was a strip of treated hide marked with wells, stones, collapsed roads, and names scratched out so many times the surface had gone thin.

For some reason, he asked if it was okay that we see each other again and I agreed without much argument. I admit, I was captivated by his beauty. He looked so perfect in so many ways. But again, I feel like I’m breaking the rules for harboring such feelings towards another God. And he’s a man, a very gorgeous one, I thought. I was almost done with the last mark when I heard something crack. “It broke,” I said in horror as I lifted the broken machete in an eye level position. Its handle gave up. Libulan came running towards me and peeped from my back “That’s a bad omen, Sidapa!” he exclaimed. Rather than worried, he looked like he was amazed.

Lalong lumala ang nararamdaman ko. Kailangan ko munang magisip-isip ng mabuti. Hating-hati ako ngayon, half of me want to risk, love and fight all odds. But half of me won’t risk it kasi ang kapalit ay napakalaki. Sobrang laki na hindi ko kayang bayaran ni buhay ko. I think, when his mother said that I was a gold digger, that was partly true. And now, I’ve dragged him to my problem. I shouldn’t have done this. It’s all my fault.

I added and he slowly unwrapped the gift. I saw that it is just a mold kit, but when I looked at the moldings I smiled before opening them completely. “These are the moldings of very historic places in our kingdom. Each one of it has a story, Harsha.” I explained and I can see him staring at them with new interest. “I told her generally that you loved when I took you to the tour of the palace asking all the questions.” I mumbled smiling. “Do you like it?” I asked him and he gave a smile at the kit.

I tried to pull her to me as we say on the porch but she sat in her own seat and sighed softly as our friends surrounded us. "Ok guys. I need answers. I don't want vague details and talk of thousands of years ago because I don't think I could stand another headache. I want answers on to what the hell is going on." she explained trying to remain calm but her voice was shaking at the end. "Did Deacon explain what an agapitos is?" Bridgette asked and she nodded her head looking at me. She had to feel the pull, otherwise she wouldn't have become so wrapped up in us. She has to feel the pull of our love and the years in the past we have had with each other.

She smiled softly and sipped another mouthful of coffee. I smiled slowly, wrinkling my face in the seriousness of communal knowledge. "Sometimes the past is a jigsaw and there are so many pieces it is hard to make the picture nice. But if we have enough pieces to puzzle together broken things, sometimes we will begin to see the shape of what actually happened. And once you can see that, then you can reconstruct your life for yourself." As day led into a fading twilight in the early afternoon, I recognized that our conversation had sowed the seeds of what would eventually prove to be a long and hard question.

Her lips trembled as she muttered, "No, that's not possible. I remember she looked fine… That day, she was still so radiant…" Indeed, my injuries didn't look serious from the front. There were just a few light scrapes I got from protecting Linda. At that moment, I had held her close, using my body to protect her from the rogue's hammer. That so-called "radiance" Mom remembered was nothing more than a last burst of adrenaline. It was my final flash before death. She was the healing center's chief healer. If she'd cared enough to look at me properly, she would have noticed it. However, she never spared me a proper glance from beginning to end.