"The Subject. . . The Subject has contacted a Dragon's object! I repeat, the subject attempted communing with Xaferdia!"

"Astralias-Tima anomaly detected. Deviation levels exceed the threshold by hundred and forty-seven percent."

"What was the name of this subject again?"

"Dryrun - Dry - Dyren Justenforth Kaisen."

"Kaisen, as in Mastus Kaisen Grandez Xaferdian?"

"Dhair Dhais Deferendum!"

"Da Justenforth! Xaferdia Vin Arasan! Zhair Astwarks!!"

"Are you there, Xaferdian?"

Dyren opened his eyes in a distinct world away from his. He did not know how he had arrived here. He did not know where he was, but he took his time to scan his surroundings in amazement.

A place, far more advanced than Sieg Imor.

He walked through the streets of a heavenly utopia, with the architecture of serenity not known to him fabricating on either side of him, with people of a very different attire than his home and creatures unbeknownst to him roaming the lands of fantasy, with riverine waterfalls descending down the superior castle of the godly creatures

He did not question where he was, but a feeling told him that he was where he was supposed to be.

"Gracia, Ilvarsan!" People seemed to greet Dyren as he walked through the streets of this unknown kingdom. Dyren gave an awkward smile not knowing their language. It seemed like his thoughts were suppressed, unable to think about the reality he was in.

Giving himself the most awful headache he had ever experienced recently, he managed to ask himself the question, "Where is Laticia?" not remembering one bit about his deadly battle where he succumbed.

Walking through the streets, he noticed the harmony of lush green trees, bushes, and ancient technology comprising the scenery of true peace and prosperity. Every being that wandered the streets seemed to possess some form of magic. Dyren even got to witness the huge Yazhlers that went extinct millennia ago roaming somewhere far far away from him, yet its mighty size visible to him.

As much as he enjoyed being here, an eerie feeling struck him. Suddenly he felt that he did not belong here.

Because the place did not exist.

The grand flying castle which would have been far more grandeur than the Imortian Sky Castle if the uncertain snowy clouds did not hinder his sight should hold answers to his question.

Never in his life Dyren though that there could be a far superior architecture and design than the ones of Immortalia. Yet here he was, witnessing the unimaginable.

As the aerial species crossed him, chirruping their greetings in yet another language, he approached a woman who somehow felt familiar to him. Medium Armored Staffwomen equipped with a long Imortian staff. No, this could not be real.

What was this place? How was this possible?

As Dyren stumbled his way across the grassy plot which separated the directions of the road, he caught hold of her hand, hoping desperately to look at her face and look at his loved one for just another time.

It had been eight long years, and finally, would he seize the opportunity to talk to her.

She who possessed an ashen hair, waving across the gentle winds turned around to reveal her creamy beige, bright and fair face, and her comforting black eyes with a tint of green. Dyren slipped his ground as he found the one being he wanted the most which he had lost.

Leaning on her and hugging her tight, he surpassed the mysterious force preventing him to think and speak, letting a tear traverse his cheek, breaking through his suppression, he uttered.

"I hope you are fine, Mother. "

"I am, Dyren. How could I not be?" She hugged him back, shrubbing his long hair. "Look who has grown up," she remarked after realizing she could look at his face while he was crying without crouching down. A pleasant smile spread across her strong face. Little Dyren had come a long way since she had met him the last time.

Dyren choked up hard when he embraced his mother's warm affection, remembering that while the entire world looked down upon him, she was the only one to actually believe in him.

After taking his time to calm down from his grief, knowing somehow that this meeting is not going to be permanent, he stepped back, waiting for his mother to speak.

"I wonder how your father and sister are doing," she said in a voice where her might and her love for him were at superposition.

"I - I don't remember having a father. I just have a sister, don't I?"

The Queen's face dulled as she heard Dyren's words. "I see. Do you not really remember Jonathan Kindheart Kaisen of Immortalia?"

"I think I am somehow familiar with that name. For that matter, I remembered my name only after you had told me."

"I had only expected this to happen," the former queen of Immortalia mumbled in despair, after thinking she had succeeded. Activating some weird technology tied to her wrist, she spoke to it in a language Dyren did not understand. It sounded like the same one which was used to communicate with Dyren before.

"Xaferdia Vin Ilvarsan's mehmoria dafrenia."

"Crafel thair."

Quite confused with her completely new accent, questioning if she was truly his mother, he asked, "What is the language you are using around here?"

"It's called Xaferdian, the predecessor of Ancientis Immortalian," She paused. "I wonder if you will remember any of this when you wake up. For that matter, you cannot remember your father and yourself from your world."

"My-My world? What world is this?"

"Trust me Dyren, you will get your answers soon. There is a lot you need to catch up with. The Xaferdians will explain everything to you when you are ready."

"When I am ready? Am I not ready now?"

"As of now, not yet. But you will be, sometime soon. Come with me to the castle of Xaferdia. The Mastus Xaferdian will decide if we should reveal the matters. "

"Alright, mother. Please, lead my way," Dyren obediently asked her to proceed.

Both of them get on a Lazarus carrying a train-like compartment, where many people of different races different from his world are seated. They did not seem weird at all, only being slightly different from a regular human. Elfs and Dwarvens existed too, however, Centaurs and golems did not seem to in this world.

To think such a place existed amidst the great wars of the past fascinated Dyren.

He knew about how Lazares was able to glide through the air with precise stability. It was an amazing idea to let one of them carry the carriage forward, while a hot air balloon lifted the back portion of the carriage for transportation. A human manually controlled the amount of flame to raise or lower the balloon.

Dyren admired the level of coordination of the Lazarus and the man would need to pull off such a stunt. "You did tell me that I will not remember any of this, right?" Dyren asked in regret.

"Most of this, yes." Queen Sertia took a seat in one of the empty rows of seats and offered Dyren to sit beside her. He agreed and took his seat. "But I would like you to attempt exploring your thoughts. Your memories of the other world are sealed away to project your soul in this world with relative ease," She added.

"If you can replicate my physical body, then why not my memories?"

"Memories are too complex for us to fabricate them. It is your capability to unlock what has been encrypted. We merely do set you up to explore yourself and discover yourself in the encryption of connections within your mind. Let's try this." She beamed at Dyren through her shiny ashen hair - something Dyren longed to see for all these years which had passed.

"You can start by introducing yourself. Your country, your parents, and your sister." She reassured Dyren, offering him to lean on her. He accepted her offer, resting his head over her shoulder.

"Go on, Close your eyes, and let your thoughts flow. . ." She gently held Dyren's right hand in an attempt to accelerate his thoughts. Weird energy wafted around him as she held his hand.

"What is this that you are doing to me?"

"Aura Resonance. This concept exists even in your world. Aurantia Danferos would later explain it to you, do not worry."

"Aurantia- I believe I heard that name-" Dyren crunched his face due to the pain in his head as if a dozen atmospheres were pressing against him.

"Focus only on who you are. That should be the easiest to access."

"Well, My name is Dyren Justenforth, and I was born in the region of Dorholt Immortalia, to mother Sertia Tantela Helen, and - and-"

A severe headache struck him while he tried to access his forbidden memory. "My father, My father was-" Dyren struggled to maintain his strength as his exertion to break through the barrier was way too large than what he expected it to be.

Queen Sertia's aura strengthened through Dyren, driving her energy through him, and while he still experienced headaches over exploring his thoughts, he had a better time to pass through his barrier. "His- His name was Jonathan Kindheart- Kai- Kaisen." He paused, to proceed more confidently.

"My name is Dyren Justenforth Kaisen, and I am the crown prince to the Immortalian throne. Along with me lives my twin sister, Laticia Lionheart Kaisen who is the crown princess to the throne. Yes - Now I remember!"

"Well done, Dyren. Now tell me about your life."

"My life, Yes. I had a life. I couldn't remember, but I did always spend a major part of my time with my sister. I-I-" He experienced a seizure trying to explore further. Wild memories appeared fragmented to him.

"There is a girl, five years old, possessing bright golden eyes and beautiful long hair, running through the vast green fields of the southern plains of Immortalia. Father was there, with his peasant attire, being a King of a grand kingdom, and you- you were holding my hands, helping me walk," He said, struggling in his voice. His headache by this point got so much worse, that Sertia was able to experience part of it too.

"I had a condition." Dyren continued after thinking for a while. "I was unable to walk until when I was six. Either you or Laticia had to help me move," He said. "I was no normal human, or a Kaisen either. Unlike other Kaisens, I do not possess the ability to wield, at least yet. For some reason, the condition was rapidly healed and I was able to walk for the first time from my bed towards Laticia, while she cried and alerted the entire castle about it. The satisfaction you had expressed was all I needed, after all your attempts to cure my illness," Dyren added, beaming at his mother. 

"Continue," she said, nodding at Dyren.

"Quickly after, Father had appointed one of his hands as my mentor to teach my Imortalian sword dancing. My sister was suppressed of her right to learn sword dancing because she was a girl, and magic because she possessed Kaisen blood. My mother assured my sister that she would personally make her a staff woman and return that day, 17th day of the Astralia star," Dyren paused. "But she never did. She - She was gone. . ." Dyren teared up as he completed his final words, choking as he spoke the next words.

Sertia's guilt struck her as she saw her boy tear up over his loss. She couldn't explain to him that there was no other way than, to sacrifice herself for the future of the realm. 

If Dyren secretly held all his despair within himself all these years, what would be the case of Laticia? Can she confront her with the truth that she is in a way alive and get away with it?

"I hope you realize that I did it for a reason," she said.

"I do not remember most part of it, therefore I cannot conclude anything with my lack of information," Dyren said rather reluctantly. "There are these people - Dan Danferos, Aurantia Danferos - Quentis Zatarius - - Fjorn Rayden - - whom I seem to know very well," Dyren claimed, which startled Sertia's eyes, as she tried to control her surprise.

"Are you sure if you had met these people earlier?"

"I do not know. I am randomly remembering them out of nowhere. But there is this one girl apart from my sister who seems to be important to me," Dyren babbled. "She - Her name - She is from Algard. Her name -" Dyren leaked blood from his nose and his ears.

Noticing this was up to no good, Sertia immediately commanded, "Alright Dyren, that's enough! We should stop!"

"No. . . Her name, her name - She - She is Valhara Rayden!" Dyren snapped his conscious overexerting himself and drifted his way to a blackout, hovering his head over the interface of his conscious, finally succumbing down his mother's hands.

Are you confused with what's going on? Let me know in the comments xD

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