Chapter 242: Nightmare Again

"You know brother, how different of a person we are. How can you punish me in such a way," Zivan pleaded to hold Donovan's shirt. Seeing such a big man crying like this made Donovan's temple throb in pain.

Why did he ask the question when he could just order and not care. That was the best way to deal with these brats.

Donovan thought and sigh.

"We will discuss it later, before that I don't want to hear anything about this topic,'' Donovan stood up from his seat.

Hearing that Zivan's eyes turned misty and he started to bite his fingers.

"Brother…" the guy cried out dramatically.

"No more this sulking face in front of me. Otherwise, I have even the worst option ready for you," Donovan threatened and left the room in long strides while massaging his throbbing head.

Behind him, Zivan punched the air in frustration.

"You are such a bad brother," the grown man was sobbing like a little child.

Back in Silja's chamber.

On a calm night, the girl was sleeping alone in the middle of the large bed. 

Her eyes tightly closed and her lips murmured something incoherent.

This was the scene that greeted Donovan when he came back. 

"Silja…" Donovan hastily walked towards the bed and sat beside her.

She was caught in her nightmare.

He shook her body but he couldn't. Her whole body felt so stiff as if there was no life in her and was a soulless body.

"Silja…wake up…" Donovan took her in his arms and slapped her face. But the girl didn't see any sign of moving at all. But her lips were continually moving, speaking some syllabus that was hard to hear. Donovan took a deep breath. Unable to think about what to do. She was seeing something in her dreams and her dreams were the only visible way to find more about her origin.

Should he not wake her up? Donovan thought.

But then suddenly he felt something warm falling on his arm. Donovan whipped his head and found tears rolling down from her eyes. 

This was the first time Donovan had seen Silja in such a condition. As soon as he saw her crying Donovan turned around and started to shake her. There was no way he would let her suffer just to find out something.

"Silja…Silja," while his voice called her back softly.

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Everything was burning, her soul, her body. The pain was unbearable as if someone was tearing every fibre of her body.

There were noises, loud and intolerable, making her ears bleed. Silja tried to move, she wanted to run away but her body was tightly held by something. 

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Trapped and weak.

This felt different, the pain was real, the sufferings were real but Silja found herself standing amidst nowhere. Images flickering in front of eyes and then slowly becoming clear. 

She saw herself, so small to even walk.

Held by a woman who was sitting amidst a large circle.

Little Silja was crying, her wailing filling the whole place in chaos. Her eyes closed and her little mouth sobbed, unable to even understand what was going on.

After so much struggle the little girl was able to open her eyes which were red from all the crying.

"Just a moment, Silja, it will end soon," a gentle but great broken voice rang from above her.

The little girl held in the arm of a young lady stopped crying and looked above her. Her lips pouted as she suffered the unbearable plain, her glassy hazel eyes, red from all the crying, looked at the woman as if gazing directly in her soul. Accusing her silently for giving her so much pain. Or maybe it was just the woman's guilt that was making her think that way. After all such a small girl how could she even understand who was giving her pain and why.

The woman gently wiped away the tears from the little girl's face.

"You will forget this, all the pain, all the sufferings and m-me," the woman sobbed. Her light green eyes brimming with unshaded tears.

While the loud chanting in the background kept going on. And the little girl started to cry again. Seeing her, the woman held her near her chest, securely. While she rocked forward and backwards to comfort the kid.

"I'm sorry that I can't keep you. I want to but I can't," her tears fell like a waterfall.

"Your shine is too powerful to hide. So the mother is taking everything away from you. This way you will lead a good life ahead," the woman said with determination. 

"I'm too weak to protect you and if I didn't do this now, they will take you away, kill you as they did to all my family,' 

"But don't worry, the mother will always be by your side. Even if death does us apart, I will use every last bit of me to protect you," she added, her loving gaze lingered on the girl for a while before she hardened her heart.

"Haridira Wikhara Laxamus

Agaroo Vegas Niplipakas," 

"Terminus Ex Deus Do Arceus,"

The woman joined the chanting as well. Her face was void of any emotion as she kept repeating the words. 

"Kitswik, it's time. Do it," she spoke loudly.

Suddenly a dark foggy figure hovered over the little girl's face. The figure moved closer and the woman showed it her child.

The man with long tentacles on his head leaned near the child's face and whispered, "I'll keep them safe for you, until the time is right, little one," the man said ambiguously as he put his hand on little Silja's head. Shiny rays irrupted from her body and entered the man's palm.

Older Silja found herself there. She could see everything happening there, her mind was pointing at something but she couldn't think properly as she felt herself burning in the inferno.

The flames blurring her vision, Silja yelled cried but to no avail.

"Silja…... Silja…" but suddenly a soft voice fell on her ears.

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