Chapter 310: 303 302: Revelry And Reflection



As Aron walked away from the central hut, his mind heavy with thoughts and emotions, he noticed Skar waiting just at its boundary. Skar, ever the lively and adventurous man, caught sight of Aron and approached him with a wide grin.

"There you are Aron!" Skar greeted cheerfully. "I've been waiting for you. The celebrations are in full swing at the center of the settlement."

Aron regarded Skar with a mixture of weariness and curiosity. He had hoped for some solitude to sort through the revelations of his past, but he also recognized the value of a distraction. He let out a sigh and nodded reluctantly.

"Perhaps a little distraction wouldn't hurt," Aron conceded, his voice tinged with a touch of resignation. "Lead the way, Skar."

Together, Aron and Skar made their way to the central dwelling of the settlement. As they approached, the sound of odd music and laughter grew louder. Aron's eyes scanned the scene, taking in the sight of his companions immersed in the revelry.

He quickly spotted Scarlett, swaying to the rhythm of the music, a cup of an unknown beverage in her hand. Nearby, Jin animatedly told stories to the natives, his words flowing in the Persian language, despite their lack of comprehension. Jagu, on the other hand, found himself surrounded by young Kolieans, their playful antics creating a whirlwind of energy around him.

Evanora stood with an aloof air, sampling various foods with a hint of disinterest, while Claudia, her curiosity piqued, tried her best to grasp the unique culture and race from which Aron originated.

Skar, ever the enthusiastic host, handed Aron a cup filled with the same unknown beverage. "Here, Aron," Skar said with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Enjoy the festivities. This drink is so potent that even you might fall under its effects."

Aron hesitated for a moment, his eyes fixed on the cup. He knew that indulging in the drink could cloud his mind and dull his senses, but a part of him yearned for a temporary escape from the weight of his thoughts. With a sigh, he accepted the cup and took a cautious sip.

As the liquid coursed through his veins, Aron's demeanor remained unchanged. He maintained his stoic expression, despite the persistent efforts of female Koliean beast mongers who offered him cups and exotic meats, their intentions clear in their flirtatious gazes.

The world around Aron began to blur, his perception growing hazy as the drink took effect. Despite the merriment surrounding him, he felt a longing for solitude and introspection. He set the cup aside and quietly slipped away from the central dwelling, seeking solace in the silence outside.

As Aron distanced himself from the revelry, the sounds of laughter and music gradually faded into the background. He found a secluded spot beneath a towering tree, where the branches provided a comforting embrace. The silence enveloped him, allowing his mind to wander freely.

With each passing moment, clarity returned to Aron's thoughts. The weight of his past and the choices he had made hung heavily over him. He realized that while the distractions and celebrations were momentarily appealing, they could not provide the answers he sought.

As he sat beneath the tree, surrounded by nature's serenity, Aron's mind delved deep into the depths of his memories and experiences. He reflected on his journey, the encounters with his companions, and the revelations about his family.

The sound of distant laughter reached his ears, a faint reminder of the joyous celebrations he had left behind. Aron closed his eyes and took a deep breath, embracing the stillness. In this moment of solitude, he knew that he needed to find his own path, separate from the expectations and divisions that plagued his kind.

Lost in his thoughts beneath the sheltering tree, Aron noticed a presence not too far from him. He looked up and saw Rose's scouter hovering in the air, silently observing him. Although Rose herself was nowhere in sight, he could sense her nearby.

"Why are you watching me?" Aron spoke softly, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity.

Just as he uttered those words, Rose's alluring figure emerged from behind the tree, gracefully stepping into view. Her voice, as enchanting as ever, resonated in his ears.

" I have been observing you because you are the reason I am here," Rose confessed, her eyes locked with his.

Aron turned his gaze away from her and looked up at the alien night sky, painted with hues of purple and blue, punctuated by shimmering stars and unfamiliar constellations. The sight was both mesmerizing and disorienting, a testament to the uniqueness of this realm.

"What will you do if I don't have the answers you seek?" Aron inquired, his voice tinged with a mixture of uncertainty and vulnerability.

Rose sighed, taking a seat beside him, their bodies almost touching. She too directed her gaze skyward, her voice assuming a mature and focused tone, devoid of emotion.

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"If you don't have the answers, I will continue to search," Rose replied resolutely, her eyes never leaving the celestial canvas above.

Aron regarded her with a blank expression, acknowledging her unwavering dedication. "You are truly devoted," he remarked.

Rose shook her head gently, denying his compliment. "It is not mere motivation that drives me, Aron. It is a selfish desire, a longing to experience the world in a different way."

As she spoke, Rose delicately removed her laced glove, revealing her slender and delicate hand. With a touch, she reached out to the grass beneath them, but as soon as her skin made contact, decay spread like wildfire. The once vibrant and living grass withered and died, its essence drained. Even the towering tree they had sought solace under succumbed to the lifeless fate.

Aron observed the profound change unfolding before his eyes, yet he did not feel fear. Rose turned to him, her expression questioning. "Why are you not scared, Aron? Others I have shown this power to have deemed me too dangerous... among other things."

Aron's gaze met hers, his eyes filled with understanding. "When I look at you, Rose, I do not see danger. I see a brilliant mind yearning to attain that which she desires most."

A soft smile curled upon Rose's lips as she regarded him. "How can you be so sure?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.

Aron's voice dropped to a whisper, his words carrying the weight of his heart. "Because, that is precisely what my own life feels like at this moment."

Silence enveloped them as Rose contemplated his response. Her eyes lingered on him, searching for something deeper within his soul. Finally, she broke the silence with a question of her own, her voice filled with anticipation.

"What is it that you truly want, Aron?"

Aron's response came in a whisper, barely audible, as if the words were an intimate secret shared between them and the universe itself.

"A world that I can call my own," he confessed, his voice carrying the yearning of a wanderer in search of a place to belong.

As Aron spoke those words, a gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the lifeless tree, carrying with it a sense of understanding. Rose's gaze softened, and she reached out to place a hand on Aron's arm.

"I can help you find that world, Aron," she said, her voice filled with a mixture of determination and longing. "But in exchange, I ask for a place where I, too, can take a break from my relentless search."

Aron locked eyes with Rose, their faces inches apart. He could feel the warmth of her breath against his skin as he leaned in, his voice barely a whisper. "If you can truly give me that, then..."

Before Aron could finish his sentence, Rose shushed him with a gentle touch of her gloved finger against his lips. "No need to speak further, Aron," she interrupted. "I have long since stopped trusting the words of man. Instead, I trust in myself, and right now, I believe that you might just be able to provide me with what I seek."

Aron reached out, his finger gently tracing the line of Rose's cheek. For a fleeting moment, Rose's eyes widened in surprise as she felt the sensation of flesh-to-flesh contact for the first time. But the sensation was short-lived, as the touch of Aron's finger caused decay to spread.

Withdrawing his finger, Aron held it up between them. The decayed flesh slowly regenerated, a testament to his own unique abilities. His gaze remained fixed on Rose, his eyes filled with a combination of determination and understanding.

Rose looked at him in disbelief, her hand still resting on her cheek. The lingering sensation of a foreign touch remained, tinged with a mix of awe and uncertainty.

"I have long held a vision of a world that feels perfect in my mind," Aron confessed. "But it is only recently that I have found the motivation to make it a reality. Now, you too have found a motivation that drives you."

Rose frowned, her voice laced with a touch of frustration. "You're truly an enigma, Aron," she retorted. "But if you fail to provide the answers I seek, I will hold you accountable. At that time, I will choose to end my own life, willingly dying in your decaying embrace."

Aron's gaze remained unwavering, meeting Rose's intense eyes. He understood the weight of her words and the gravity of her decision. Yet, in that moment, he saw not a threat, but a profound connection between two individuals, bound by their shared desires and the paths they had chosen.

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