The Last Rain

Jonathan and Amely wept uncontrollably as they looked at their daughter. They were sobbing because they couldn't figure out what had happened to their daughter. The wall of water-stained the room, and Dysabella's blue eyes were still flaming and sparkling. Amely couldn't wait any longer, so she broke past the barrier and hugged the daughter. In one hug, they both cry.

Jonathan noticed the water wall shattered. The water poured down onto the floor, soaking the entire room and creating a puddle. Jonathan instantly held Dysabella and Amely together, ignoring the moist bottom of his pants. He didn't cry, instead tightly hugged the two people he cared about.

"What exactly am I, Ma... Baba..." Dysabella inquired, tears streaming down her face. Her eyes have returned to normal and he is still crying.

"You are our child, kid, and you are human," Amely responded with tears, which kept the incision closed.

"What do you mean... I'm your child?" Dysabella inquired, her chest tightening. "Your liar."

She gradually began to comprehend. Everything that had happened to her in the last few years had been connected. Villages on fire, blue-clad women, oceans, and squeaking large fish Her mind kept replaying the woman's comments. Is it true that he was adopted as a child? If so, why? Why was Dysabella chosen by someone else? What happened to her parents? And what authority does she possess?

With a deep motion, Jonathan turned to Amely. His wife only shook her husband's hand and nodded sadly.

Jonathan shook his head and added, "There's something we didn't tell you, son." He made an effort to keep his tears at bay. "If you ready, I tell you everything, I will. Don't cry."

Dysabella let go of her arm as soon as she heard this. She instantly nodded while wiping her tear-streaked face. "Baba, say something. I'd like you to tell me the truth."

"It's about time she found out," Jonathan said as he looked at Amely. He sat on the floor, unconcerned with the puddles soaking in their shoes. Jonathan took Dyasbella's hand in his and never let go, as well as Amely's.

"Is it true that you have a question concerning a blue-outfit woman, who spoke to you? And the big fish?" Ask Jonathan.

Dysabella looked terrified and nodded. Her pulse was quickening.

Before proceeding, Jonathan took a long breath and stared at Amely. "We don't know about ladies who wear blue. But maybe, we know about the big fish in your story."

Amely's hand is in Dysabella's. She was aware that what her about to witness is a potentially dangerous reality. "Tell her everything in, Ba. There is nothing to be concerned about."

Jonathan smiled and started telling his story. "We awoke in the morning with a distinct burning odor. Not just us, but the entire Doli people. We went for a walk along the water. According to the news, the odor came from an island. And that island is Morva. The island in the Donya Ocean, and the home of the Rain Clans."

Dysabella inquired, "What happened to the island?"

"The island was on fire, according to circulating news, Morva burnt by the greed of the Fire Clan. They slaughtered all the Rain Tribes without mercy or remorse, setting waste to their homes with unquenchable fire. The Eternal Fire." According to Jonathan,

"The Eternal Fire?"

"After that, your Ma and I set away in a small boat to seek fish shortly after the news broke. Then, in the middle of the sea, a large fish—a blue whale, approached us." Jonathan recalls every detail vividly. "His mouth was wide open. We initially assumed he was going to attack us, but we were mistaken. We observed a little girl who was unconscious as his mouth opened."

"We took the young girl. We assumed she was dead, but it turns out she was simply sleeping. In addition, the girl was able to breathe in the whale's mouth. Her eyes were a gorgeous blue and her face was pure when she awoke. We chose to adopt the kid and raise her as our daughter. Dysabella Chaollski was the child's name. She is now directly in front of us."

Dysabella couldn't say anything. What sort of mystery is this? She hugged her parents right away, who turned out to be adoptive parents. In that embrace, the three of them sobbed. They were unconcerned about the still-stagnant water that was flooding the entire room. Their tears flowed into the pooled water and blended in. Amely let go of her hug after over ten minutes of clinging and sobbing.

Dysabella's hands were grasped by Amely. "Don't become mad at us. Don't go. Please stick by us. You and we will never be separated. You haven't grown up yet. You are still my child. Ever after."

Dysabella wiped her tears away and nodded. "I'm not upset with you. Thank you for keeping me safe up to this point. I almost perished if it hadn't been for you. I still adore you, you're my parents. Thank you."

Jonathan kept crying, unconcerned about his family's situation. He firmly grasped his daughter's hand. "You're most likely a descendant of Morva, who is no longer alive. So you're a Rain Clan member. The last Rain Clan."

"Baba, Ma...." Dysabella was attempting to communicate. "Something has actually happened to me."

Amely and Jonathan exchanged glances. "What?"

"I went out without your permission last night because I got tired of the shadows that followed me around. Yesterday, I was standing in our hiding area. And I met three Merapi." Dysabella trembled and gripped the hands of Amely and Jonathan. "They apprehended me and planned to execute me. And it was then...."

"My body had an odd sensation. It seemed as though something was trying to get out of me. My eyes glowed, and a flash of light appeared from my chest. Then water erupted from the ground, quickly killing two Merapi." Amely and Jonathan were attentive. "The water rolled in waves, destroying the dry woodland near the old water's land. I'm sure one of the Merapi survivors will report."

Amely and Jonathan were surprised.

Amely stared at Jonathan and stated, "Then you're in huge danger."

"How is it? One of the prince has also arrived in Doli and will assume command. Dysabella will perish," ask Amely to Jonathan.

Jonathan firmly and decisively shook his head. "No. Dysabella is all right. This is a promising start to what we've been waiting for."

Jonathan softly stroked his daughter's hand with his hand. "Whether you like it or not, Dysabella, you are still a Rain Clan member. You are infused with their blood. And you're the last one standing. I'm sure the woman in blue had a reason for leaving you with the pope, and the pope, in turn, left you with us."

Jonathan inhaled deeply. "You are the answer to everything. The world has been waiting for this moment. You are the answer to all of the world's problems. Everything can be turned back to nature. The only person who can defeat the Fire Clan is you. Dysabella, you. The Last Rain."