Chapter 11

“What do you think about this new ‘Yuna’?” Omri spoke as he leaned to the stone wall inside Zyair’s main office. It was dark and gloomy for him but it was Zyair’s comfort zone.

Zyair loves the darkness but that fact about him, never equated that he’s evil.

“Hmm,” Zyair hummed as he rested his chin on his intertwined slender fingers. To be honest, this was the first time she met Yuna face to face and alive. Not a clue of what her nature even looked like.

It was such a bother that the one who gave him the fairest of the intention was assumed to be specter.

As he remembered their last conversation, he indeed found her scholarly strange. The fact that she was able to give the right answer that he had anticipated was weird enough. If he hasn’t heard about this news from Omri, he might have deemed that there were creatures like him who value the unvalued, which was kind of sad and upsetting.

She even had the audacity to shot them a smirk yesterday, it’s still creeping him out.

“You are somewhat correct, Omri, but you said so yourself that she kind of remembered you, right?” Zyair reasoned out. To him, he doesn’t want to lose such a gifted and judicious person who has high regard for life. Such people were rare and wouldn’t just show up anytime he wanted it.

What an unpleasant twist of fate.

That’s why he’s now seeking every possibility that Yuna wasn’t possessed by another soul, but if she does, he hoped it wasn’t a bad entity.

He hoped.

Omri stayed quiet, remembering how Yuna cried and blabber her pain relating to him. That gave him the hope that the Yuna today was the same Yuna before, but no.

Nobody knows the truth.

“What did the faculty head said?” Zyair asked another question instead, taking Omri’s silence as a ‘yes’.

“The possibility of having the real Yuna was meant to be zero, no matter what.” Omri sadly replied.

Souls of the dead in Nevaeh were collected by the sub-pillar of the Death/Darkness pillar. No one could escape that fate, to be confined in the abyss forever.

Resurrection was only made possible when the soul has not been send down to the abyss and only by the guide of the Life/light Pillar.

Risky, it was, for a request of a life must have bigger demand.

The real Yuna’s soul was nowhere to be found in the abyss, and that fact led Omri to try bringing her back. Never thought it would take him 30 years to have an effect but, what if there were other wondering souls other than Yuna?

What if the soul that he called to Yuna’s body was corrupted spirit after all?

They wouldn’t know the answer unless it’s too late.

“I see,” Zyair sadly mumbled.

Indeed, the possibility was zero. Yuna’s soul wasn’t in the abyss because it was already shattered on ‘that’ unfathomable war, thirty-one years ago, and everybody knew that.

---but that did not stop Omri from trying. Why?

“We don’t have much time and knowledge about this new occurrence but I have decided,” Zyair stretched his arms up and down, and Omri approached him after hearing Zyair’s statement.

“What do you mean? We’re not going to kill her, are we?” Omri formally stood in front of Zyair while waiting for his answer. Even though he sees this guy ironically as he is, he trusts Zyair.

“Of course no, you dumb-ol-brat. Souls are fragile but they glow as who they are.” He smiled, waiting for Omri to guess what he meant.

“Let Yuna be seen by Deyonne?” Omri, he guessed it right that it made Zyair nod. “That’s the Light pillar.”

Deyonne is a dwarf and, also the first and currently the ‘Falum’ [soul-seeker]. She has been appointed by the deceased 2nd generation Death/Darkness pillar himself. She is the oldest among the old, living for almost a thousand years by now.

Her power makes her capable of piercing through one’s soul, distinguishing its real nature. Good or bad.

“Unless we hear her opinion, Yuna is safe.” Zyair glanced to the window far to his left as the light of the rising sun found its way into his dark world. They must keep this a secret, no matter what. 

“When are you planning to do so?”

“When the others come back,” Omri unerringly replied to him.

“When they come back, huh,” Zyair mumbled, when the others come back, he knew, Omri will be choosing, from what he needs or what he wants.

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The mid-summer air found its way to Yuna’s window. She watched her long straight hair dance with the wind as she stood in front of the mirror, feeling its gentle and cold embrace. She closed her eyes she as let the cold wind passed by, for she knew, it won’t last long.

A thought slipped into her mind, yesterday, she expected this dream of hers would finally end this day but no, she woke in the same room and in the same world.

It was devastating to know. She’s still in the same fragile body.

She noticed that the blue strands of hair were getting dominant day by day and she was not able to ask Manasseh about it because she pampered her with her cries, worries, and guilt yesterday. It was so confusing for Yuna since it wasn’t something she’s accustomed to before. Well, no one’s waiting for her at home, after all.

“Maybe I’ll ask her later.”

Yuna pulled her hair together and entangled it with a piece blue cloth.

She pushed her bangs away, only to notice a faint mark on her forehead making her move closer to the mirror to scan the mark.

It resembled the crescent moon.

As a matter of fact, she loves the moon. She was not able to see it last night because her killer instincts were active. In other words, she would rather keep calm and be stay alert in her surroundings for the possible danger that could happen. Another night had passed without doing what she loved, it’s killing her inside.

Yuna finally decided to leave the room after a fight with herself whether or not to take another stroll, seeing that she’s wearing another set of dresses. Dresses are quite a Homo here but she decided to tatter it instead, to make her a little manly.

“How about the library?” Those words found its way out of her lips as she took a peek at the door, scanning to make sure the hallway was empty.

Peek to the left then to the right.

None.

It was still dawn, after all, maybe others were still sleeping. She sighed with relief before finally opening the door wide open.

“Teacher, Good morning, Mana is setting up the table!” A small and cute familiar individual shouted with joy in front of her.

Zyair and Omri acknowledged Dale’s loyalty to stay by his teacher’s side after they tried to shoo him away yesterday. So, they decided to let him stay here. She also learned from there that whenever ‘Yuu’nis’ creates a pact with someone, they are meant to serve their masters forever or until their master or the Yuu'ni dies.

“Geez,” Her face formed a faint smile.

She almost forgot she was not the old her anymore, the ‘lonely and reserved’ her.

Her life has changed, even since she subconsciously embraced her fate.