The entrance (II)

The heavy feeling of a twisted knot that wouldn't go away. My chest was hurting. It felt as if my heart was made of stone, unable to beat properly. Breathing wasn't as easy as grief seemed to shorten my breath. I even didn't want to go outside.

If it wasn't for Coco's intervention asking me to go out and help the city, I wouldn't have moved from my bed and moped for a while longer. Six months was nothing as time quickly flew by.

The memories of the past were like a haunting shadow. The death of Cathy still weighed heavily down on me. It was something that I could not forget or ever forget. To see one of the wielders of the legendary weapon die before me made my heart clench.

Was this the faith of all the others?

Such dreadful thought continued to cross my mind over and over again.

I didn't want to forgive the monsters or ever forget the memories of Cathy. But, I felt responsible for her death, nor could I ever forget what these monsters were doing to these people.

The twisting and turning of anger bubbled inside of me.

Even if the Hydra was dead, I could not bring back Cathy. This one of my biggest regrets is I could do nothing but watch Cathy bleed out and die.

Even the weapon, Mockingbird, had come back into me. Yet, I could feel it silent as if it was sleeping, unable to summon it out even if I wanted to.

My shoulders hunched, I felt sad all over again.

"Young mistress, everything is going to be alright." Coco came over next to me, tapping my shoulder as she rubbed it.

I couldn't help but tremble.

My mood swings were all over the place, and it was getting annoying. The pent-up anger, rage, sadness, and depression were all compressed into my mind that there wasn't much I could do to release it.

"I know." Reassured by her gentle approach, there was something warm about Coco that I could destress around her without too much trouble. It was a natural knack that she had.

I was glad that I had her and the others still alive with me.

Moca, Tart, and Coco were badly hurt, and they took months to recover back to their full strength. When I saw how badly they were injured, a silent rage rang throughout my body.

They were all going to pay. Mark my words, I wasn't going to let this slide, especially for harming my family.

On the other hand, Stryd and Khor were injured a lot worse. It took them three months to heal, but they were still alive. Even still, my magic could not heal any of them.

I felt useless to help my friends.

Don and Ginger had arrived a few weeks after they had heard what had transpired. They rushed over, and since then, they have not left.

When they heard that Cathy had died, they all became serious, realizing that they were still mortal. Even with the legendary weapon, they could die, especially now that they knew that I could not heal any of their serious injuries if they got harmed against the legendary being.

Who knew this job entitled such a heavy burden? I couldn't help but worry about the rest.

Coco took a few steps toward me. She stopped, looking at me with a concerning gaze. Then, reaching over, she gave me a hug.

I didn't realize the weight I was carrying was heavy. The swarm of emotions surges into me, spilling out of my eyes. Droplets of pent-up water were flowing downwards.

When was the last time I cried?

Six months ago?

No.

It has felt like ages.

I couldn't stop. The swarm of emotions that came out was unending. It was too much to take in. Almost unbearable that I just let loose.

There were things that I could and could not do. I knew this deep down in my guts.

It was disheartening to know that my wielders and friends had to fight against the legendary creatures that could spell their death.

I continued to cry on her shoulder. Over and over again, until my eyes were puffy red and snot was covering her shoulder.

Coco patted my back, telling me everything was okay.

Eventually, I had to hold back my tears, allowing them to slowly stop over time.

I took in slow breaths. My breath felt heavy, my chest winded as if I went out running for ages.

Even my heart was still heavy, pounding erratically as if it got crushed with one hand. It took a while for me to calm down.

"Thank you," I spoke in a soft voice. So embarrassed that I showed Coco such a side of me that I wished to never show anyone else.

"It's okay, young mistress. It happens." Coco gently rubbed my back.

I nodded, sniffling.

Coco pulled away.

"Let's go inside," I replied, wiping my nose a few times. I felt embarrassed as I cleared up my

tears.

"Yes, mistress." She gently bowed her head. "There are a few places I would recommend you

try out."

"Such as?"

"The new shop that has opened a down the street. They are known for their….so called Ice Cream."

"Oh?" My eyes lightened up. The thought of sweets made me excited, mostly because of my

sweet tooth. I finally remembered about the store.

The city had drastically changed. The once-rural village had shifted into a more modern world, especially after using the magic stones, new technologies, and ideas that burst forth from different people.

I couldn't help but be proud of my people, growing over time in a short span.

There were now ten to fifteen-story buildings, even topping close to twenty. Don was bent on creating a fifty-story sky scrapper, working with other people to make this happen.

I looked up, seeing how far the sky scrapper was being built. From how tall it was, it was about forty floors, getting close to completion.

Walking over, we came upon a small shop. There was a line growing that wrapped around the building. Even in this hot weather, they were waiting.