Accelerating down the highway, effortlessly weaving through traffic with precision and grace. The sleek black sedan fully adorned with shimmering chrome accents that glistened under the sun's warm embrace. Its aerodynamic lines flowed seamlessly, resembling a mythical creature in motion, its agility unmatched and its presence captivating.
Inside the sedan's cabin, there was Elysia, she found herself entranced in a deep slumber, her mind consumed by a haunting dream. Within the depths of her subconscious, a very vivid scene replayed right before her conscious,
A memory of what happened… Ten years ago, a piece of memory that etched deeply within her soul, suddenly resurfaced with vibrant clarity.
It was a blissful day. It was a Tuesday, as if nature itself conspired to paint the sky with a mesmerizing palette of golden and blue hues. The weather possesses a gentle calmness, while birds chirped merrily, creating an aura of pure joy and happiness in the air.
The sun, a radiant star in the sky, showed its brilliance upon the world, casting a luminous glow over everything in sight. It was as if a sprinkle of fairy dust has been sprinkle and it had transformed their surroundings into a living, breathing fairy tale everything was going too perfectly.
At home, a man sat at a table with his young daughter, enjoying a delicious hot pot meal. It might seem like a simple dinner to some families, but for Evelyn and her dad, it was a special occasion. They rarely had the chance to eat together due to the man's busy schedule, but this day was different. It was their annual dinner dedicated solely to his daughter.
Elysia's face lit up with joy as she savored each bite, her younger self brimming with excitement. This hot pot meal held a deep meaning for them. Amidst the man's hard work, this was a time when he focused solely on his daughter. It was a way for him to show his love and commitment to her.
The man worked hard throughout the year, but on this day, he set aside his worries to be fully present with Elveny, his very precious daughter. Like every year he very carefully selected the ingredients and prepared the hot pot all by himself, creating an atmosphere of love and family. It was a gesture that spoke volumes about his affection for his daughter.
As they sat at the table, the delicious smell of the broth filled the room, making their mouths watery. Elveny eagerly dipped various ingredients into the pot, following her father's guidance. He enjoyed teaching her about different flavors and textures, sharing his love for cooking with her.
During this special meal, they forgot about the outside world. Their bond grew stronger with each passing year, and the hot pot dinner became a symbol of their unbreakable connection.
They laughed, shared stories, and cherished the joy of being together. It was a break from their daily routines, a time to celebrate.
However, fate, cruel as it may be, abruptly shifted the course of events, suddenly casting a shadow over the idyllic scene.
Without warning, the sky darkened as if preparing for an imminent danger ahead.
The weather took a sudden turn, as rain poured from the sky, accompanied by ominous black clouds.
Thunderous lightning could be heard in the distance, It seemed as though the elements themselves were predicting for an unfortunate event to unfold ,in the midst of a storm.
Suddenly, bolts of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the darkness with flashes of chromatic light. The intensity of the situation prompted the little girl to seek refuge in her father's warm embrace, her voice quivering with fear.
"Papa, I'm scared," she whispered, seeking solace and protection in his comforting presence.
In that moment of uncertainty, her father's voice resonated with reassurance,
"Don't worry, my dear. Everything will be just fine,"
He whispered gently, his voice filled with unwavering confidence and love. His words carried the weight of a promise, providing her with the strength and belief that the weather will pass away soon.
Just as it seemed like there was a light in the dark tunnel ahead, a single metal jacket shattered the fragile illusion of safety and warmth. The sound of window cracking pierced the air, a jarring interruption that echoed like thunder.
A single bullet tore through the window, its trajectory finding its mark as it proceeded to strike her father directly in the chest.
The impact was devastating, in an instant altering the course of their lives.
The little girl, caught off guard by the suddenness of it all, felt a surge of fear and confusion, causing her to flinch involuntarily.
As she collected herself, she became aware of an unusual weight and looked down at her shirt. To her horror, she saw from the white color dress that she alway likes now soaked in a deep crimson red, it was the color of blood.
Simultaneously, her father's body crumpled to the ground, plunging her into a sense of loss and anguish.
In that tragic instant, the happy moment was shattered, giving way to a harsh reality she was ill-prepared to comprehend. It was as if the world around her morphed into a chaotic tableau of pain and uncertainty, forever altering the trajectory of her life.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl as her father's eyes widened in disbelief and pain. The bullet, unleashed with deadly precision, tore through the center of his chest. Crimson blood spilled forth, staining his clothes and her hands. The air became thick with an unspoken sorrow, as if the world itself mourned the loss of such a good family dinner.
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Her heart shattered in that very moment, the realization of the irreversible tragedy crashing over her like an unforgiving wave after waves. She watched in sheer horror, her voice silenced by a surge of anguish and disbelief.
Her hands reached out desperately, as if to catch her father, to hold him close and undo the irreversible.
Tears welled up in the little girl's eyes, her voice trembling with desperation and grief.
"No, Papa! Don't die! Stay with Elysia, Please, don't leave me," she pleaded, her sobs punctuating her words.
The weight of losing her mother and now facing the imminent loss of her father was an unbearable burden for such a young girl to bear. No one could imagine what it was like for the little girl to see both of her parents died in her eyes.
The pain of these tragedies collided within her, shattering any semblance of strength she had left.
It was as if the glass in her heart shattered and remodeled and reshattered on the floor, scattering countless shimmering fragments like a constellation of broken dreams. Each piece mirrored the very state of her heart, which fractured into innumerable fragments in that very moment, echoing the pain and grief that consumed her.
In that heart-wrenching moment, as her father's life hung in the balance, she clung to him, hoping for a miracle, for his warmth and for her only family to be alive.
But the reality of the situation was grim , Elysia found herself at the precipice of despair.
Her heart-wrenching wails and anguished cries echoed through the room, but it seemed as though the universe remained indifferent to her plea. Her father lay at death's door, his life hanging in a delicate balance, regardless of how much she poured out her sorrow and desperation.
The weight of the truth bore down upon her, suffocating her voice and blurring her vision with tears. That he was going to die no matter what she did.
In that agonizing moment, it felt as though the universe itself had turned against her. She pleaded with her father, her words choked with anguish and disbelief.
"Why are you leaving? It's just a wound, Father. I thought you were tough... It's just a wound, please don't leave me," I love you father.
she sobbed, her words trembling with a mix of desperation and a faint glimmer of hope. In her plea, she clung to the belief that her father's strength would overcome the severity of his injuries.
The prospect of losing the only family she had left was unbearable, and she implored him to fight, to defy the encroaching darkness and to remain by her side.
Her father's voice, weakened and fading, reached her ears like a delicate whisper, laden with a bittersweet blend of love and regret. The words he spoke held a significance to her, as if he were imparting a timeless wisdom that transcended the present moment.
"One day, my dear child, you will grow up," he whispered, his voice carrying the weight of his fading strength. "You will uncover the truth, the answers you seek." Remember it lies in
Nexus Infurtum repeat after me Nexus Infurtum
As Elysia's tears cascaded down her cheeks, she uttered the word "Nexus Infurtum" amidst her cries. The weight of those two words carried a profound sense of despair and hopelessness, as if invoking a somber connection to a dark and unchangeable destiny.
As Elysia's tears flowed uncontrollably, her desperation intensified, seeking an honest answer from her father amidst the turmoil.
"I'm begging you, Dad," she pleaded, her voice strained with grief. "Tell me what you mean by it . Please, I need to understand. Why is everyone who is involved in my life dying? Is it because of me?"Is it my fault why father.
"I'm sorry, Elysia," her father's voice trembled, his final breath an agonizing whisper. Sincerity and sorrow intertwined in his confession. "I can see how confusing all of this must be. But I should have told you sooner. It was me who started it all—investigating the Nexus Infurtum, and your mother she didn’t die."
Her father's eyes, filled with regret and sorrow, met Evelyn's gaze, a mirror of her own anguish. He paused for a moment, his expression heavy with the burden of the truth he was about to reveal.
Elysia's voice cracked as she spoke, her words entangled with heart-wrenching sobs. Tears streamed down her face, her entire being consumed by a torrent of emotions.
Elysia's voice wavered, choked with a potent mix of pain and anger, as she demanded answers about her supposedly deceased mother. The room was filled with a heavy silence, interrupted only by the faint tremor in her father's voice as he grappled with guilt.
His eyes, brimming with a mixture of remorse and apprehension, hesitated to meet her gaze. Finally, summoning the strength within, he spoke in a voice laden with vulnerability, seeking to justify his actions. "I... I thought I was protecting you, Evelyn. Protecting you from the unbearable truth that surrounds your mother."
Elysia's voice quivered with pain as she tearfully interjected, "For this once, I knew you were always lying to me. I'm not stupid, Dad. How could I not know you were investigating a criminal organization?
Elysia's body shook uncontrollably, her cries becoming louder and more desperate. The weight of her father's admission crashed upon her like a tidal wave, threatening to drown her in a sea of unanswered questions and shattered illusions.
"Protecting me? How could you think that hiding the truth about my own mother was protecting me? I deserved to know, Dad! I deserved to know to have her in memory and her presence in my life!"I’m a grown teenager and stop thinking of me like a child. I'm not a child anymore, dad.
As she was talking with her dying dad, their conversation resembled an old candle flame, flickering and diminishing with every passing second time was running out, until there was no light left to illuminate his words. The warmth and brightness of her dad waned, fading into the darkness of an imminent farewell.
His body was cold to the touch,
Elysia's heart froze in her chest as the weight of her father's words crashed upon her like an overwhelming tidal wave. Confusion gnawed at her, exacerbating the anguish she felt as she grappled with the truth. But amidst her struggle, her father's life slipped away, leaving her shattered and bereft.
"Dad, no!" she cried out, her voice echoing with pain and disbelief. "Why did you have to leave me? Why, Dad?" Her words dissolved into anguished wails, her grief consuming her as she pleaded for answers that could never come.
As Elysia's tear-stained cheeks became a torrent of anguish, the salty streams merged, as if attempting to heal the unhealable void within her father's chest. The shards of glass strewn across the floor served as a cruel reflection, each fragment symbolizing a shattered dream, the remnants of a life built upon deceitful illusions.
The distance between her and her father, once bound by unconditional love, had now become an insurmountable chasm—a cruel reminder of the irreparable damage inflicted upon their bond.He was now dead the warmth that once emanated from his body had faded away, replaced by an eerie coldness that sent anguish and sadness down her spine.
"Another haunting dream," she muttered, her voice laced with frustration.
"Why does it persistently torment me?" With a heavy sigh, she shifted her attention towards the window, seeking solace in the world outside.
"I wish I could forget all of this," she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes, unable to contain the overwhelming emotions that consumed her.