From Zenkhald's POV
"What the hell are you talking about..." Shut up. SHUT UP. You don't exist. You are the past. The past... the past... Or the future? Or the present? Where am I even? How did I get here? Did I kill them? No. No no no no.
Aurora and Mira were in the room. Zenkhald was on his knees. And suddenly began to bang his head against the floor.
BANG.BANG.BANG.
Faster every ti.
"SHUT UP! YOU ARE ALL DEAD!"
Laughter escaped on its own. "Ahahahaha... hah... hah..." And abruptly turned into crying.
And then he fell on his back. And started laughing again. But tears flowed from his eyes.
Aurora stood with her arms crossed. Watching. Calmly.
Mira sat nearby. And looked sowhere into the distance. As if this wasn't the first ti. As if she had already seen all this.
And suddenly. Silence.
Zenkhald fell silent. Slowly turned his head. One hundred and eighty degrees. Towards Aurora.
"Who are you?"
The finger shifted to Mira. "And who are you?"
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Pause.
"Is one of you not real?"
Pause.
"Actually no... you are both real..."
He narrowed his eyes.
"Your na is... Mira..." "Mira... Mira... Mira..."
He began to mumble.
"Mira Helvard..."
ABRUPTLY.
He jumped up. His head snapped back into place with a crunch. And he ran to her.
Mira didn't move. Zenkhald grabbed her by the shoulders.
"Mira..."
He pressed himself against her.
"I think... I think I'm going cuckoo."
He hugged her tighter. Rested his head on her shoulder. And cried.
"Mira... it hurts..." "Hurts... my head is making it hurt..." "Please... don't give
that book anymore..."
Mira sat emotionless this whole ti. And then raised her hands. And hugged him. Started stroking his hair.
Zenkhald imdiately went limp.
"You said yourself that you were ready... for the children's sake," she said quietly.
"What... children?" he asked half-asleep.
"Naya and Art." "And you have a wife. Alastia."
Pause.
Zenkhald fell asleep. Mira carefully laid him on the chair.
Aurora looked at him. With disgust.
"So this is what he is, it turns out... pathetic." "And this creature possesses power?" "He gets sick just from his own existence."
She turned away. "A pathetic sight."
Mira didn't look at her.
"Aurora," she said calmly. "Please. Tell
you will look after him in my absence." "I'm not asking you to stop him. Just... be nearby. Even if you just watch out of the corner of your eye. Keep him in your line of sight."
Aurora grimaced. Answered nothing. And left the room.
The door opened quietly. A girl in a mask entered. The Goddess of Luck.
"Teacher... teacher..." a child's voice sounded from under the mask. "I still don't understand... why are you ssing around with this demoness?"
Mira smiled slightly.
"And why am I ssing around with her?"
Pause.
"Because she is the only one who can sohow harm Zenkhald." "And, possibly... defeat him."
She looked at her sleeping brother.
"True, because of Alastia, my plans had to be put on hold."
Pause.
"But now..."
The girl in the mask said quietly:
"Well, you sure are devious."
Mira answered nothing.
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