Book 16: Chapter 45
Snow. All around was snow. The wind was loud. With the wind came the heavy and cold snowflakes that landed on my face. Snowflakes were supposed to be soft, yet they stung when hit my face. The wind was so strong that it was practically impossible to open one’s eyes. The scene was the same as a scene one would see in the North.
I assumed I was at the snowy plains in the North’s mountain pass, the place where I lost what was most precious to me.
My cloak billowed in the wind. I wiped the snow off my face then looked to my side. I saw a maiden in a white dress sitting at the cliff, kicking her feet dangling off said cliff. Her dancing white hair blended in with the snow. I couldn’t see her face; but nonetheless, I was certain that I didn’t know her. She sat at the cliff and gently kicked her feet as she looked into the distance.
I instinctively went over and draped my cloak over her shoulders. I sat down next to her. Before I could see her face, she had already turned to look at me. With a smile, she asked, “I really don’t want to go near the world in your heart, after all. Why do you keep thinking of this place? Does it hold some sort of meaning to you?”
“I guess it’s where everything began as well as where everything ends. Come to think of it, I went through lots of things here and lost lots of things… Nevertheless, you’re very similar to my Mommy Vyvyan. Why are you here? What exactly did I go through? I just remember the conscious in the spring taking control of my body, and then… and then I arrived here after returning.”
“Too many questions.”
The woman shook her head with a smile. She combed her long white hair. Had it not been for her blood-red eyes, she’d be unnoticeable in the snow.
I didn’t continue asking questions. She pondered to herself for a moment then replied, “I shall answer each of your questions, then. First, this place is the place you have the strongest attachment to, which is also the place that you consider to be the most meaningful. With that said, due to it being the most meaningful place to you, it’s simple to identify. This place is a phantasmal place. I merely turned it into an accessible place. Your conscious exists in tandem with mine, so I went through your subconscious a little and then created this place, where we can have a normal conversation. By the way, isn’t it obvious why I’m similar to Vyvyan?”
She clenched her teeth. While she acknowledged the fact, it was a reality that incredibly displeased: “I’m a counterfeit, a clone, a fake image. I’m a mana entity that the Galadriel Tribe nurtured using Vyvyan’s blood. Vyvyan refused to become God. As a result, I replaced her. I’m a shadow and clone created from dark elves magic; hence, I can never appear in sunlight. All I can do is live in the Tower of Heaven for eternity as a shadow and a replacement.”