Chapter 6

Chapter six : Waking up again

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May woke up with teary eyes, feeling a severe headache that was about to split her head. An atmosphere of strange calm surrounded her. The room was old but neatly arranged, filled with the smell of old wood mixed with the scent of dried herbs. The dim light filtering in through a small window gave the place a reassuring calm, but it did nothing to dispel the turmoil inside.

She sat up slowly, trying to make sense of what was happening. Her memory was like a thick fog, a mixture of vague scenes and distorted memories. Suddenly, she remembered something. What she had seen was not just a dream or a fantasy; they were memories... memories of a past life, or perhaps many lives.

Steps interrupted her thoughts.

she heard footsteps approaching the room. Suddenly, the door opened wide, and three people stood at the door.

May quickly retreated to the corner of the room, like a frightened cat, her eyes dancing between the strangers in front of her.

The old man in the foreground, tall with a polished build that did not match his white hair and wrinkled face that told of his age, looked as if he had been stabbed in the heart to see her in this state. His strong features, which had always been synonymous with wisdom and dignity, had turned into a sad, broken expression.

The woman next to him, who had a unique beauty with her red eyes and flowing pink hair, muttered softly, as if she was afraid he would hear her:

"Poor leader... one move made him lose the prestige he had maintained all these years."

The old man quickly regained his composure after hearing her mutter. He snorted, as if to push away his surging emotions, and returned his face to its stern expression.

The third man, however, seemed frozen in place, stunned by the sight. He looked normal compared to the others, but "normal" in this place wasn't exactly normal. He was a young man with brown hair, red eyes that characterize everyone gathered in the room, and cute freckles adorning his face, while his lean build hid carefully toned muscles.

The woman, with her confident steps, broke the deadlock. Her gentle features and relaxed body language calmed Mai down a bit, although her fighting aura was not entirely hidden. She approached cautiously, bowing slightly towards Mai, who in turn showed cautious courage with a small step forward, but still kept a safe distance.

The visitors' features were familiar to May, but not enough to recall their identity in her hazy memory.

Finally, the old man broke the silence with a deep, majestic voice, which carried a mixture of joy and anxiety:

"You're awake... finally."

But the words, instead of reassuring her, made May retreat again.

The woman leaned towards her, her voice warm and tender:

"May, are you okay? What's wrong?"

Her voice was like music, easing May's tension a little. But she couldn't help herself from a question that was pressing on her heart. In a barely audible, trembling voice, she said:

"Who...are you?"

The room was silent for a moment, then everyone's eyes widened in surprise, their mouths almost falling open in surprise.