Duskaea And The Fatum Family - Chapter 13 A Buried Memory

I crawled towards the endpoint of the dome created by sir Ryan. I can’t believe that all this time, he was the perpetrator. Sooner or later my body will stop, and I will stop living. The Phoenix could revive me, but it said that it could only revive its user more than once if it remembered its memories. What does it mean? Remember its memories, just like me. Am I bonded with them, instead of just being their master?

My body stopped. I’m almost there, but too far to get out with my current state. I’m dying, but I want to see them with the strength I had left inside me. I was about to blackout when I saw the feet someone standing in front me. They wore white boots.

~Few Hours Later~

I woke up on my bed again, but this time, instead of sir Ryan, it was a stranger. Or that’s what I thought. He wore a black-hooded jacket, with a white T-shirt inside. Why does he look like so familiar? He had black shorts too, with boots for his feet. Another question, why am I still alive?!

“Who are you? And how did I manage to live?” I asked.

“Oh, you’re awake, Serus. It had been a long time since I saw you. I had quite a slumber you know.” the boy said. He appears to be at my age.

“How do you know my name?” I asked again.

“Of course, I’m a part of your memory. But I have been buried for a long time y’know. I think for 17 years? Like your age?”

“Buried? What are you talking about?”

“You see, right now, you’re asleep in your bed. You’re just awake in your mind, and I led you here.”

“So, my body is still dying?!”

“Don’t worry about that. I think you forgot something about our house, Serus.”

“What do you mean by ‘our’ house? You lived here before?” I asked.

“No, not before, but forever. I always lived here until now.” he said.

“Well, our house is special, Serus. This really is a home. It heals and cures its owner, or anyone that the owner invited into his house. It also protects the owner from several perpetrators, unless they were invited that is.” he explained.

“I really don’t like powers and stuff, especially superheroes. But right now, I’m grateful to that, and I’ll live.”

“You really do forgot yourself huh?” he asked me.

“What?”

“You don’t even remember my name, Serus. Or even yourself.” he said.

“You’re right. I don’t even know myself nor you. They say I’m a superhero like them, some say I’m the killer of this ‘Duskaea’ person, and some say that I’m fated to do something extraordinary. I don’t even know who to believe anymore.” I said.

“That’s not the Serus I know.” he uttered.

“What?”

“Let me show you something.” he held my hand, and approached the door to the outside.

As he opened the door, and we went out, I saw many people. They are celebrating something. A birthday, I think.

“These are the Fatum and Telum clans, celebrating the birthday of the Telum newborn, Rhys Telum. They were so happy, and it had always been that way.” he said.

“Dad! Dad! Take a picture of us with Rhys!” a blonde-girl said to his father. I recognize her with those pigtails.

“Wait for a minute Beatrix, let the others go first.” the father said.

“What is this?” I asked him.

“We’re going into your buried memories. Do you see those two over there? They’re the ones who buried it.” he pointed the two men under the tree. I noticed one with glasses, and the other had an emo-looking hairstyle.

“Is that sir Ryan?” I thought to myself, gazing at the one with glasses. I wonder who the other one is.

“Yey! It’s our time to get a picture! Dad, take the best photo okay?” the kid Beatrix said. They had a picture, along with Beatrix’s siblings. One red-headed boy, maybe that’s Blaze, then one blonde-haired boy. That must be Arlo, and the other one who holds the baby had grey hair. That must be Grey. That photo looks familiar. I took the photo in my pocket, and it is exactly the same in what the family will take now.
for visiting.

“Why does it feel so familiar?

“They were once my memories only, but now, it’s our memories.”

“What are you saying?”

He then initiated to come back to the house. He pointed to the cabinet. I opened it, and there are drawers inside it too.

“Open the drawer, Serus, and there everything will make sense.” he said.

I opened the drawer, and I saw the same outfit like he was wearing too. The difference is that the one in the drawer was damaged and his was not.

“What is happening?” my mind is so confused.

“Serus, this is yours, and the Serus I know does not let anybody define him except himself. You are ignorant, remember? You had the rarest ability, just like me before.” he explained.

“You didn’t answer my question a while ago. Who are you?” I asked.

“I’m the one that was killed, but then he evolved and became someone else.” he replied.

“What?”

“I am you. You are me, Serus.” he said.

“Stop answering in riddles.” I said.

“We are Duskaea.” the Phoenix and Leviathan emerged from me, and there they saw him.

“Welcome back, Duskaea.” the Phoenix bowed to us, along with the furious Leviathan.

“I’m sorry for my useless ranting a while ago, but I regained my memories too.” the Leviathan apologized gently.

“What’s happening?”

“I was killed by your ‘sir Ryan’. His true identity is Mnemos Telum, the Alpha King.” Duskaea said.

“The Alpha king?!” I gasped.

“If that’s the case, then the Fatums will not win against his army. Before I went out the laboratory a while ago, I read some research papers of Rhys. And all the contents of it are dangerous. It will ruin the Fatums.” I said.

“Let me help you. The Fatums and Telums shouldn’t have a war, and I’m surprised the Alpha king did those things, even killing me.” he said.

“Why are you surprised?” I asked.

“Mnemos is one of my best friends, along with Edward. Among the three of us, he’s the smartest and calmest. Killing me was not a smart idea at the first place, because of my ability.” he explained.

“Hold my hand, Serus.” he commanded.

I held his hand, and then I felt so better than ever. It’s like we are one of the same person.

“You will be the new ‘me’. You will be the new Duskaea, and you are from the very start. Rise and soar to the sky where the clans will hear you, and let peace unfold.” he declared.

I woke up again on my bed, and my stabbed heart was healed. I checked my drawer in the cabinet, and there I saw his outfit.

“So, this is who I really am huh? I am Duskaea. This feels uncomfortable, yet I feel so proud of it.”

I wore the suit, and I totally look good on it. Except for the damaged parts that is.

“Phoenix, Leviathan are you ready?” I asked them from within me.

“Absolutely, Duskaea.” they replied.

“Then let’s get going.” I released the Phoenix wings from my back.