Inka’s Curse Part 36: Return

“I do. Thank you so much.” 

Every time I examine her; she’s miraculously appeared at a different age. Sometimes younger. Sometimes older. Somehow it uniquely relates to me, how I’m feeling whether physically or mentally. I don't feel sore anymore.

“Here.” she promptly hands me something green and sticky. “Eat this.” 

“Ew. What precious is it?” 

She smiles gently. “Don’t worry about it. Trust me.” I’ve heard that a lot. I’ve never been trusting and was just fine. At that point in time when I began to trust and depend on others, everything instantly changed. I’ve been lied to and hurt quite enough. 

“No thank you.” 

She frowned thoughtfully. She was precisely a young girl now. I in a way feel bad hurting her feelings. 

“Ugh, alright.” I try it anyway. It tastes much better than it looks. I’m so exhausted. It tastes like almonds and chocolate chip cookies. 

I feel relaxed at first. “It’s going to be alright,” she says.

I want to cry or yell out in anger once I realize I can't keep my eyes open for too long. I feel betrayed. But I pass out quickly.

I am isolated swimming in an ocean, and it hears my wishful thinking. It encourages my most boundless ambitions and my greatest dreams. I thank the ocean for it.

Mother nature informs me as I wake up that depending on others doesn't make me weak.

The bloodstains have been duly removed. She has instantly cured my frail body of the extensive burns. “It’ll never completely heal.”

She was right now an attractive young woman that could be precisely about my age. She seems to have a crush on me.

“Come with me.” We had promptly followed the abandoned road.

The lush forest ended at a crossroads she stood at ease carefully looking at a stone post. Farther on there was a vacant clearing. The gloomy forest had enormous ghastly trees. She searches actively through the magnificent trees until she properly discovers something she genuinely desires to gift me before generously helping me return to Freymoor. Mother nature eagerly surveys the horizon, gently lifting her kind eyes to the brilliant sky. She falls to her knees. Focusing on leaves, flowers, and grass, she narrows her eyes. A tree now stands where she was not long ago moments before. The mighty trunk is gently curved, almost like it's kneeling.

Mother Nature gives me a magnificent necklace she found inside it.

"What's this for?"

"It will aid you on your journey." She answers, stating nothing more.

“Tell Rachel I said I attended to her.” The shipwreck. She had been undoubtedly the one who heard Rachel’s earnest prayers. She had been respectively the likely one to miraculously save us.

She teleports me to a hut outside of Freymoor. I could hear the wind howling outside of the hut. I could see the snow blowing through the window. I was warm and safe inside this hut. 

I cautiously opened the door to the little hut and looked out on the fierce snowstorm.

By Cristina Collazo