Chapter 74 - The Vision

Rahua's POV

I tried to reach out to her, but my hand passed right through her, as if she were nothing more than a mere apparition.

Confusion overwhelmed me. Why was I seeing this? What was it trying to show me? I strained to hear their words, to understand their interactions, but everything seemed distorted and muffled, like a distant echo. For a split of a second it felt like she could see me as well.

Suddenly, the vision began to fade, the laughter turning into a haunting echo, and I was transported back to reality, standing alone in the empty corridor. My heart ached with longing as I tried to process what I had just witnessed.

Was it a glimpse into the past? Am I going crazy? What was that? I my hand was trembling, I felt coId sweats.

Why would I know who she was?

I look up at the tapestries and the image reverted to the sad Prince holding the crown and the sceptre.

I take a look, there was noone around, I walk back to where I saw the couple, but there was noone there either. Am I starting to day dream? I don't understand what just happened.

I walk fast to my chambers. I sit down and try to write everything I remember about what just had happened, in my notebook, so I can try to make sense of everything.

As I write, the memory of the vision slowly begins to take shape. The couple, their laughter, their affectionate gestures - they seemed familiar, but I couldn't place them. They were dressed in royal attire, indicating they were of high status. Could they be someone significant from the palace's history?

I ransack my memories, searching for any hints or clues that could explain the connection. My mind races through the various storylines possible, but nothing aligns with what I saw. Frustration builds within me as I realize that I may never find the answers I seek.

Perhaps it was just a passing hallucination, a figment of my imagination playing tricks on me. But somehow deep down, I know that it felt so much more. There was an undeniable energy, a haunting presence that surrounded the vision. It felt real, even if my hand passed through her.

As I continue to write, my thoughts wander to the possibility of supernatural occurrences within the palace. Maybe it was whispers of ghosts that I heard the other day, and today ghost of the past... it seems to be a more plausible explanation.

I force myself to push these thoughts aside, reminding myself that I am a rational person. Yet, the image of the couple lingers in my mind, teasing me with unanswered questions.

In an effort to distract myself, I turn my attention back to the image of tapestries hanging on the walls. The sad Prince and the symbol of power he held - the crown and scepter - once again filled my mind with questions. Is there a connection between that image and the vision I just witnessed? Could the couple be tied to the Prince?

Maybe I am just overthinking everything.

I need to get some answers, but is there anyone who can help me with this? I already know that the history and the books have been changed, there must be for sure someone, somewhere, who keeps records of thr history, no one manages to erase history completely, right? I won't be able to rest until I uncover the truth, I feel like my brain will go crazy if don't solve this.

As the final words on my notebook fill the page, I take a deep breath and set the pen down. The answers may not come easily, and I may face endless dead-ends, but I need to unravel the mystery of this vision. Only then will I truly be able to relax.

I sight. I close my notebook. And I hear a knock on my door.