《The Forsakens》Toward the Conclusion
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Quest of Olga
Olga was sweating profusely on her sleep. Having a nightmare. She was seeing herself in place of Risa. In her nightmare, Risa was doing the very same treatment to her. She woke up in the middle of the night.
With the first light of the day, she was on the way to Risa's house. She was thinking something incredibly unreasonable. Punishing her for entering her nightmare.
On the way to her house, when she entered the almost desolate neighborhood, suddenly a white cloud-like shape began to be collected right in front of her. The spirit, Freya, who has made a contract with her spoke but this time, the source was the cloud, not in her mind.
Freya: "Did you know? That spirits are able to read the minds of people, they made a contract with."
Olga was cold toward her spirit. She asked her to teach her new gestures all the time. But Freya rejected every demand of her. She only learned a few gestures at the beginning. Gestures are ways to manipulate their respective elements.
She crossed her arms and said: "So?"
The cloud turned into the shape of a woman.
Freya: "Do you think a person contracted by me can enslave others?"
Olga: "I don't remember a rule like that."
Freya: "Then let me teach you."
The cloud-shaped woman, Freya just moved his cloud finger once.
Freya: "Did you know? I am not the spirit of the wind."
Suddenly Olga began to cough. She was not able to breathe. In the open field filled with air, she still could not breathe. She struggled a lot to breathe. She ran to different locations, could not even cry or scream. She could not even utter a sound because she could not take one bit of air in. She dropped to her knees just in one minute. Began to punch the ground in despair. Her eyes were terrified, they were completely filled with blood. Her ears began to bleed too.
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Freya: "Because I am the spirit of the air."
She dispelled the unbreathable domain. Olga took a huge amount of air continuously. Breathing heavily. She kept non-stop breathing for almost another one minute to completely calm herself enough to be able to talk.
Olga: "Enslaving someone has nothing to do with you. Why are you punishing me? I want everyone to taste the despair I have felt!"
Freya: "If you want to live longer, you should give up that idea of yours. I can't disobey my contract to aid you when you make the gestures that I taught you. But I can kill you."
Olga: "That is also a violation of the contact!"
Freya: "Since when? I don't remember we made an agreement about me not killing you."
Olga remembered it and realized that they really did not make an agreement such as that.
Olga: "Why are you like that? Other people have better spirits. Even though you are picky, you never teach me any good gestures, you always meddle with my life!"
Freya: "I have made a vow to God of Freedom. When he witnessed my vow, he bestowed the power to dispel slavery, brainwashing, controlling magics. This is also how you became free under my wings."
Olga got surprised when Freya mentioned God of Freedom.
Olga: "There is no god! If there was any, I would be saved earlier. If there was any, no one would suffer under the rule of the Puppetmaster Gorge. And a God of Freedom, you must be f*cking kidding me!"
Freya: "I don't care about your beliefs since I am not called the Embodiment of Freedom for nothing. Your past does not let or mean that you can harm others."
Olga was thinking about it. Free Risa or not...
Freya: "If you don't free her, I will not dispel the unbreathable domain next time."
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After she said that the cloud got dissipated. Olga was cornered. She had to comply with her because there was no other way.
Quest of Kepyun
Kepyun searched all the streets again for the day. He really became a fan of cats. He fed some of them, made cat friends. But he could not find the cat he wanted. There was not even one night cat within the city.
He was thinking if the old lady was lying. He decided to ask neighbors of her if she really had a night cat. He asked them a camouflaged question; 'Did you see any night cat?'. Some answered 'Yes, the old lady living in that house has one.'.
This stopped suspecting her for lying. He was also thinking about Ethan, maybe the cat got stolen by him since he was the grandson of her who did not look like he loves her much in his opinion. He asked neighbors again and learned that Ethan has died years ago. He even found the tombstone of Ethan in the graveyard of the neighboorhood. He was sad for the old lady but he also thought that he had nothing to do about it since death is unavoidable.
But while he was in the graveyard, he realized something huge. While he was searching for Ethan, he never thought that he would be dead. So maybe the same applies to the cat. He remembered how her house smelled. The smell of dead...
He ran to the house.
Quest of Sakar
The old man and Sakar were sitting beside a fireplace.
Sakar: "Since you don't give out your name, may I call you grandpa?"
Old man: "You can. You may be the only person in the world that can inhabit the same house with me anyway."
Sakar: "Grandpa, what are you doing in this forest?
Old man: "I am the guardian of this forest since this forest is also a border to Zagriba."
Sakar: "But you are so old. And you can't defend against a whole country alone."
Old man: "I can, I am strong."
Sakar: "Hmm. I don't believe you but I got bored so can you tell me stories of your past?"
Old man: "Do you know the story called 'Legend of the Moon'?"
Sakar: "Of course I know. Everybody knows it. I wanted stories from your life, not fairy tales."
Old man: "It is not a fairy tale. I have witnessed it."
Sakar: "Now you are talking really big."
Old man: "How old are you, Sakar?"
Sakar: "I have never been so sure about my age. I would prefer to say I am five years old but they consider me fifteen. I don't remember the past."
Old man: "What was the first thing you remember?"
Sakar: "It was night, there was a shining blue lake and I was looking at the sky. Wait a minute, I remember it. I got disappointed at the sky like it lacked something I got used to. I did not care about it then but now that I think about it, why did I get disappointed?"
Old man: "This is strange... Maybe, you searched for the Moon."
Sakar: "It is just a story."
Old man: "Every story has a reason to exist. Anyway, I am going to sleep. You should too."
Sakar: "Are you really going to sleep this early?"
Old man: "I spoke more then I should already. Go to sleep."
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