Chapter 34 Fitran Memories (5)
Terra, Moon Island
Gaia Grand Castle, The Day of the Full Aquamarine Moon
Towering trees reach high into the sky, piercing the horizon, standing strong beneath the mesmerizing light of the moon. Today marks the aquamarine full moon, a time when the ocean is turbulent, raging with a fierce storm, signaling the dawn of significant change. Yet, the blue moon continues to shine beautifully, casting a soft glow amidst the encroaching darkness. Is this what beauty truly is, or merely an illusion? Fitran can only gaze at it, unable to truly feel its essence. Beneath all that allure lies a shadowy hue, ushering in doubt and uncertainty within him. He offers a bittersweet smile, contemplating the facade of gentleness that appears, but in his heart, he wonders if there is any softness concealed within?
Fitran stood in awe before the magnificent castle made of thousands of shimmering crystal tons, reflecting the moonlight with breathtaking charm. Its interior was beautifully simplistic yet filled with an unparalleled elegance, creating an atmosphere that seemed to defy time. Inside this castle, the king and queen of Iris lived in peace, surrounded by a long history full of twists and turns. In the center of the courtyard stood the Tree of Life, the iconic tree of Blue Earth, the root of all trees that live in this world. At first sight, Fitran felt a vibration of wonder mixed with fear; the tree seemed to hold both positive and negative energy, mirroring his own being. Gaia's castle stood silent under the trembling moon, as if nature itself knew that something irreversible was happening. The once hopeful crystal pillars now merely refracted shadows and silhouettes. Within its walls, sat the Queen.
Iris.
Her name means rainbow, yet tonight, her gaze is empty and colorless, as if the sky itself is ignoring her beauty. In the oppressive silence, she awaits someone who might change everything. Then the footsteps arrive, bringing the hope that has been buried deep in her heart.
The footsteps are calm and unhurried, indicating that their owner has long let go of any concern for life and death. Fitran emerges from the mist that envelops the palace corridor, towering like a forgotten shadow. His cloak carries the scent of earth and blood, an aroma that invites sadness and loss, but his eyes... his eyes still radiate a purity that chokes Iris. Not because of his allure, but because she knows:
Fitran has changed.
Yet at the same time, he has never changed.
"Fitran." Iris's voice was firm, though steady. She remained a queen, trying to maintain her dignity even as the world around her crumbled. However, her voice lacked life. Iris was simply... a human who had lost too much to shed another tear.
Fitran remained silent. He only reached out to place a roll of parchment on the cold glass table that separated them, a barrier symbolizing the tension between them. Inside it—new laws. Laws that were supposed to be just, yet born from dripping blood, cries of anguish, and the menacing fangs of a Smilodon. Laws that challenged morality and the very essence of humanity.