The Truth

is busy waving clothes for Nabi. Their wedding is drawing close after all.

You're beautiful.

She can't help but replay those sweet words on her head. She's having a hard time forgetting it. It's funny, considering that she has other things to worry about like the secret she discovered yesterday.

The elders thought that she's just too calm for it.

No, the truth terrifies her, but she knew very well that there's nothing she can do about it.

She doesn't have the power similar to the chief. She must like her mother. According to the elders, her mother is lucky enough to be born with no ability, considering her parents are both cursed. One even turned the once healthy and beautiful part of the island into a thorny and dangerous one.

She ponders once more.

"The cursed beings may harm the world just by breathing. That's why we're persecuted. There are three ways to know the cursed; First, through someone who can diagnose power; second, through investigation, and third, although it's not always correct, it can be passed through the bloodline. Sadly, everyone here has it on their blood; the children, the elders, and the adult."

Thanks to the plague that happens a year ago, the elders' lost the chance to tell the remaining youngsters the truth, most importantly, since it's Nabi's cursed mother that caused it.

If the oldest kid doesn't have an idea, how will they give such precious information to the youngest ones? They're still too young to bear the responsibility. Furthermore, they don't want the children to hate the future leader of Bia, the name of their island.

Racquel sighs. She feels betrayed. The truth just slaps here with heavy responsibilities. It's indeed a matter of life and death.

"E-elder, you told me that my father is blessed with power. What kind of power is that?"

The elder point her finger on the sky.

He keeps the island hidden from the outside world, through his concealment ability. Nobody will find us, as long as he's alive.