"Are you saying- No, no, no, no, that's impossible," I shake my head, pulling my hand away from his grasp, but he stays strong and rigid beside me, as if he was a pole and I was an unfortunate pet tied to it.

"You have seen his other side, his brother- in him," he chokes out. Despite his cold and steely gaze his voice betrays him. "Nothing is impossible when it comes to this curse."

"I just, I cannot believe he can do this," I burst out, tears threatening to prick my waterline.

"If he did not do this, a much greater destruction will burn this world to ash and fire," he says. And suddenly he was taller and bigger, as if he was a dark phantom looking down upon me with the black star-filled sky framing his shoulders and his blue cape.

I wait for him to pursue his words as I calm the beats of my heart, of the hatred boiling in fire within.

"He needs corruption to sustain the life here, and the biggest one he can use is death," he wickedly splay out the words, but his tongue is burning with pain from the honesty. I can see him hold back whatever lingering animal is waking up beneath him.

"What happens if there was no corruption? If there was kindness?" I ask, mending the pieces to a tapestry, glided with the stories revealing one by one.

"Everyone will die, the world will crumble, and the curse will break," he gulps, the outline of his chin and the bobbing of the visible apple in his throat sent sympathy through me. We are the same, a lost bird in a big world, a species unknown.

"This is the reason why you are a threat to the kingdom, to the king himself," he points accusingly with his eyes. Those sharp and steel-like gaze cuts like daggers. "Because of your arrival here, the king has been a mess."

His loathe was great, burning with exhaustion and guilt. I can see the pity he has towards me. But a part of his anger speaks to me as if telling me it wasn't my fault at all, it was never my fault.

It was comforting to say the least.

But his eyes are trained behind me, his grip lasting without easing into a soft fold. It could cut my circulation if he tightens further.

"Here!" He shouts, almost muffled from the cries of mourning.

A round of sound of combat boots kiss the ground behind me. Before I take in everything else, the five men earlier in the hall steps in front of us, bowing their heads at the first prince.

Dolphin-man - Seokjin, 2nd prince - steps forward, bowing much more as he nears.

"Take her, I'll take care of everything here. Leave Yoongi with me," he says and hands me over as if I was a mere doll with no feeling of pain. Seokjin clutches at my hand but it was gentle as opposed to Namjoon's.

"Where am I to take her?" He asks above me as I smell the faint smell of breeze on him, calming my nerves. I notice the sharp daggers sheathed in his black clothing, bulging out from their sockets.

"Take her home," Namjoon throws a look to me. I knew what it meant - a good-bye.

I knew what home meant too.

My head is bowed at the ground, surrendering to a non-existent war.

Everyone moves to their places. Namjoon and Yoongi disappearing in their positions to aid the stricken people and Seokjin, Jimin, Hoseok, and Taehyung march me to another black car.

As we entered, I noticed the grubby look of Jimin as he took the wheel. Taehyung and Hoseok sat to flank me at the back of the seat and Seokjin took the passenger seat.

As he revved the car and took off I see his reflection in the rearview mirror, clearly uninterested and not in the mood. I decided to watch outside as the town disappears before my eyes to a line of trees.

This was the same route we had taken when I was brought in here, and this is the same route I will take to go back.

This is the end. Everything will go back to normal - yet no, normal isn't the right word to justify the next years of my life. Nothing will be normal when I reach my home. I've to explain the disappearance of my brother and mine myself.

Yet I remembered I ought to lose my memories. They said it was the rule of the gate of the world. That everyone who passes through and to a world they do not belong lose their memories.

The stars twinkled and gleamed above us as we got out of the car, the breeze and smell of the lake prodded my nostrils. I knew we were so much near. And I was near to home.

The men groaned, stretching their bodies from the ride. No one spoke a thing, their silence a sweet truth to the end of this adversity.

They carried a light from a lamp as we ventured through the forest. We had nothing but the lamp, the light of the moon raining down, and the hush.

"Cicas," something says, whispering in my ear with a beautiful note. I turn only to find Taehyung and Hoseok running their eyes around the trees and away from me. Jimin and Seokjin led the way through the span.

We stopped when they halted. I took a look around. This is the last point. I'd have to live a normal life. Everything that has happened was bizarre and beautiful

"Cicas, remember who you are."

Jimin faces me, that look of exhaustion squeezes my heart with a pulse.

"Cicas, Cicas, Cicas," it was a chant, a song for a name. And it's pulling me back.

I try to lumber forward but it only grows louder in my ears so that every sound is drowned out. It pinches at the strings of my heart. There was a feeling something bad will happen.

Everyone watches me, the shadow of their faces prominent as the light of the lamp passes across their skin in a slick wave like a hand.

I push further, into the welcoming breeze of familiarity. There wasn't much to see because of the darkness but I can make out the shapes of the plants and the trees and the bank of the lake.

But then something grapples at my heart, touching my inner core, pulling and mending. There was something unsaid there. A message scarcely hidden.

A message.

I turn back, advancing towards them with a glide. I end up in front of the face of my brother.

"I'm not going," I say sternly. There was the message, the answer I so wanted to know.

His face crumples with shock and anger. "What do you mean?"

"I'm not going back. I'm not going to leave."

"Why?" There was despair in his tone, in his voice, in his heart. I knew he was itching, inching to put me back to my place. To the home I had grown up in. "You must go back, this place may be real but you don't belong here."

The finality was in there. Fire strong to burn. Cold wicked to freeze.

But something in me has wavered. Shifted to another position. A path. Like wings had started to blossom in me, fluttering so quickly, so gracefully, to take me, behold my heart within its grasp. To rekindle the fire in the hearth, doused and frazzled.

"Cicas, you know who you are," said the whisper, a crisp against the air.

"You are Y/N, remember that," he speaks with authority, but I cannot fail to notice the slight waver in his voice, as if he was doubting his own words.

Our gazes meet. His brown eyes darkening much more with the feral anger seething in them, his lips are bared, showing a set of pristine teeth that grow to sharp fangs with the coalescence of shadows and light around us.

There it was, once again. The same with Namjoon. An animal. Growling and snapping beneath his soul. And I'm held back with reluctance.

The rest of the men are in the shadows, pairs of eyes glowing with yellow, red, blue, and everything set to be feared. They weren't human, not the bubbly and affable men I have acquainted with just earlier.

They were animals.

Was this the reason why he is so desperate to let me go? Not to protect them from me but to me from them?

But something in me churns, hot and boiling. Pain and fear inside me interchanging the feelings so I do not understand. I cannot understand anything. The world was a blur, yet so clear. Fragments of the air and surroundings outlined with black against the whitey moon were running scenes in my eyes.

I was burning. The feeling was.

And then the world snaps, the twigs at the edges to hold the massive space up cracked and eroded. The span of the universe caving in, turning into cold rain biting at the vulnerable parts of me. It was about to fall about my head, heavy and burdening, enough to crush my bones and squeeze my flesh.

But what's strange was the fact that I didn't give a jot of care towards myself. I cared more for the hearth - a new part of me I had discovered in the deepest place. For once there was fear of death, fear of regret left behind once I go.

I cannot let that happen.

A wall of me has split, and through the split that has torn it I can see a golden color rimmed with cobalt, reaching to touch, caress my drenched and paled cheek. As it touched my cheek there was finality, ecstasy that wrenched out whatever undulating, masked wickedness I have.

The soft glow of it reflects through my eyes, spinning about my orbs in gold, reaching within with ferocity I have never felt to intensify the dark, dark wickedness floating above my edge.

It is there, the feeling of ravage, hunger, rebellion, and war. The animosity that seem to make up a part of me has grown to a sprout of a plant. And I'm sodden with fear for the growth of it, the blossom of its flower to something powerful and unknown.

I fear for its destruction for I can see through the fingers on my cheek, down to its arm of gold and cobalt, and into the within of the split the powerful enigma of desire. I can see with gaping eyes the woe it can bring about to the people around my circle, and above all, the ruin it is about to bring to me.

"Cicas."

The voice was the trees, the moon, the ground, the wind, the rain. It was everywhere but me. Because maybe, small, shudder-filled maybe - the voice was mine.

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[A/N]

UNEDITED.

So, what do you think Y/N really is? Also, I'm sorry if this is kinda boring, I tried my best to write it but anxiety of online classes keep clashing with my thoughts.