The Galazios (3/20)
Title: The Galazios (3/20)
Author: Collaboration between juuten, otoke1315, and fangirlism_era
Genre: AU, Supernatural, Romance, Adventure
Rating: R
Pairing: Unspecified , TBA
Characters: Leeteuk-centric, Heechul, Kibum
Length: Chaptered
Summary: In a world where the surface is constantly changing, some individuals strive to be the core. When the will to live is overcome by one's desire for power, past and present shall meet at exactly one point in time, and they - whose fates have long been intertwined - shall find their lives changing with just a pull of a string.
<< Previous
CHAPTER III - THE ENDLESS TRAVELLER
I may seem like I’m dying
but I won’t die
I won’t escape the other’s eyes and hide
I’m falling down until the end as if it’s for show
but I’m alive
There’s nothing more to lose now,
I’m gonna push the past behind
And jump out
The image of me falling deep is so beautiful
I’m even more alive at this moment I’m still alive
- Still Alive
Blue meets green against the stark blue sky. A rough, calloused hand holds a small, soft hand. “Do you think we will grow old together, love?” The melodious voice fills his ears as they walk across the plaza, enjoying the annual fair in la Martyre.
Since the last appearance of the dark clothed rider almost two decades ago, the villagers became more at ease, as per normal reaction. Now, the black rider, rumored to have had long beautiful blonde hair, is merely a myth. Instead of living in fear, the villagers of the town of la Martyre are living in joy. At ease with the dark, the villagers started using the black rider as a means to scare children into following their orders.
“Love?” Marguerite repeated the question.
She was only met with a low chuckle, something unusual from her love as he is someone who is mostly aloof and indifferent. “Yes, I think we will grow old together, love,” he heart soared upon hearing his answer. “But I don’t think we will die together.”
“Why is that?” He spared her a side glance as if telling her that the question is stupid. “Because, my dear Marguerite, I will never die. I promised myself.” As if telling her his greatest dream, he smiles one of his rare smiles which show his dimple.
“But that is impossible!” Marguerite exclaimed, eyes wide as in mockery. “You underestimate me, Marguerite,” he laughs wryly, hands tightening around hers. “Let me worry about that. For now, let us enjoy the fair.”
“I’m sorry, sir but we have to remove the fountain,” one of the workers from a nearby construction site told him, not really looking apologetically. If anything, they merely look at him like he is being a hindrance to their job.
“This is the Fountain of Youth!” He exclaims, hands waving wildly in the air. “Does that not have any significance anymore?”
“Of course it does,” one of the men answers dryly. “And the building we are working on is where the messiah will be born,” all of them laughs at this, obviously amused at his distress. “Look, sir,” the worker trails off. “Alexandre,” he supplies. “Sir Denis, you are disrupting our work and we have to take down the fountain today.”
Alexandre sighs, obviously distraught, he keeps his head down for a minute before he once again face them. “Give me an hour to finish what I want to do and then you can do whatever you want,” he states with such coldness and threat that the workers were left no choice but to agree.
“It’s almost gone, almost gone,” Alexandre whispers as he totters along the shores of Sant’Antonino. The water he was able to salvage from what was the fountain of youth is running low and he is at the brink of old age. Still, never losing hope, he keeps on looking for the ultimate answer to immortality. He promised his Papa that he will live forever and conquer the world and he is still far from that goal. Walking slowly, he admires the blue waters, remembering the last time he was near a body of water as large as the sea. Its name, probably given by some king is inconsequential since everything will be his in due time.
Lost in his own thoughts, he continued walking along the shore, following it contour and ignoring all humans walking around him. Live with them a little more, he says to himself, they may not be useful but they sure are gullible.
“The secret to immortality is transferring your soul,” the raw voice of an old man suddenly invaded his line of thought, piquing his interest with the word immortality. Alexandre looks at the old man who seems to have read his thoughts. “Young man,” the old man starts, approaching Alexandre with slowness akin to a turtle. “You desire immortality, am I right?” Alexandre nods as the old man produces a book covered with a black cloth. “I am giving this to you, I think it’s time for me to pass this on,” Dull, gray eyes meets blue as the old man hands the young man the book.
At the sight of Alexandre’s curious and questioning stare, the old man laughs. “I am far too old to keep this secret and I think you would use this wiser than I did.”
“Khalfani, do you think we will be able to travel the world together?” Amisi asked the man beside her, hands clutched together, seemingly perfect for each other. “I do not doubt that, dear Amisi.” Khalfani answers diligently, as if programmed to answer what the other would want to hear.
Amisi, undeterred by the lack of enthusiasm from Khalfani, continues talking. “Someday, when we are married and Father would let me go with you, I would want to travel to the East. I heard that there is an abundance of pearls and diamonds there,” she tells him happily, excitement apparent not only on her speech but also on her stance. Smiling brightly, sun illuminating her hair and eyes shiny with glee, Khalfani could not help but admire the beauty of his lover. Just like Marguerite, she is petite with a smile as bright as the sun and eyes that could be a mirror to her inner emotions.
“Where in the East would you exactly like to go?” Khalfani ventures into her imagination. “You know, in case I could plan something for us,” he added shyly for effect. Just like a sunflower ready to bloom and face the sun, Amisi looks at him, eyes wide in wonder and glee. “I would very much like to go to the Kingdom of Silla,” he sharply turns his head to her, shock written over his face. Amisi, unmindful of such reaction from her lover, continues. “It is said that their kingdom is rich in gold and diamonds.”
“My dear, where have you heard about the Kingdom of Silla?” Khalfani asks her cautiously, careful not to raise any suspicion.
“Well, I think I heard it from Father. He heard it from one of the mercenaries that he was making business with,” Amisi answers, oblivious to the black overtaking the face of her beloved.
As if sensing his inattentiveness, Amisi changed the subject. “Love, do you think we will grow old together?” Pulled out of his reverie, he laughs. She perks up upon hearing the rare laugh from her man. While waiting for his answer, Amisi admires the work of art in front of her. Khalfani is a much-coveted man in their village-a warrior among knights, they say. And to say that she is lucky is an understatement because out of the beautiful girls in their village, he picked her, he courted her, he asked her parents for her hand. And as expected, they gave her to him.
“I do not doubt that we will grow old together, Amisi,” he pulls her out of her reverie, earning her attention-filled brown eyes. “But we will surely not die together.” Amisi looks at him with eyes wide in surprise. “Why is that, my dear?” She was answered with a chuckle. “Why else?” She cocks her head to the side. “Of course that is because I will not die.” Amisi’s eyebrows seemingly merged into one. “I promised myself that I will not die, my dear.”
“That is simply impossible, Khalfani!” Amisi exclaimed, voice loud and incredulous. Khalfani answers her with a laugh, clutching his stomach and almost falling over. “Let me worry about that, okay?”
“When you are older, sail to the Kingdom of Silla, where long haired virgins trapped in the body of a horse roams. They have horns of crystal on their foreheads and voice like smooth velvet. Drink their blood and you shall die no more.”
He spreads a map in front of him. After making sure that the doors are locked and the windows are barricaded, he sits down in front of a table, lamp well-lit and burning. He smirks and says to himself, “On my next life, I will be in China and then finally in the Kingdom of Silla.” Opening the book given to him by the old man, he flips it to a page which perfectly depicts the description that the black rider told him. His eyes go down the page, drinking in the illustration of the long haired virgins trapped in the body of a horse with horns of crystal on their foreheads. The book calls it a unicorn, he calls it his prey.
“Chonglin-ah!” His mother calls him from the farm, voice raw and tired from working all day.
“What is it, Mama?” He yells back, making sure she hears him properly.
“Fetch Daiyu from school and cook dinner after!” She yells back. “I will, Mama!”
Getting up from his seat near the window overlooking the farm and mountains that his family owns, Chonglin makes his way to the door to fetch his sister from school. Daiyu, just like what her name implies, is a like a precious black jade in their family. Since born, she has been sickly and weak, which prompted his parents into being more protective.
As he walks along the province of China, Chonglin looks back at what he has experienced so far-wars, draughts, and calamities. All of these disasters were mostly caused by humans, humans that he has worked hard to change. Unfortunately, no one changed, at least in a bigger scale. Until he is able to control the world, he will try to blend into the background, starting from the bottom and working his way into the top. In his years of life in Earth, he is able to learn one thing: Never believe on adults. All humans are the same, stupid and shallow.
Finally arriving in front of the school, Chonglin immediately notices the eerie stillness of the surroundings. Unlike the days and months prior, this silence is unsettling, like a calm before the storm. Slowly and stealthily, he walks toward the entrance of the school, peeking in first before fully entering. Instead of the usual chatter of the excited students, he was greeted with more silence, probably far more eerie than outside. With heart hammering against his chest, he takes slow steps toward the room where he knows his sister, his precious sister, is in. On the way there, he was not even met with a single human, unlike on a normal day.
As he finally reaches the door that will lead him to Daiyu, he takes a deep breath, closes his eyes and turns the knob. Eyes still closed, he pushes open the door until he can feel the wind of the fan against his face. Taking another deep breath, Chonglin finally opens his eyes and is greeted by the sight of red-red blood. His eyes pan across the room in search of his sister. He finds her sitting with back against the wall, barely breathing, on the brink of death.
“Daiyu,” Chonglin breathlessly calls out, face turning as white as sheet.
Daiyu opens her eyes and upon seeing her brother, smiles. “Gege, you’re here,” she whispers. Chonglin holds her against his chest, hugging her body close to his. He panics when he feels her cold hands hold his face. “I was waiting for you, Gege.”
“Who did this?” He asks her, voice trembling and tears filling his eyes. “It was a dark clothed man, he was riding a horse,” Daiyu tells him, voice turning fainter with each word. “Gege, I love you. Please don’t forget me,” she whispers in her last breath before she falls limp against his arms.
Never in his many lives did he let human emotions take over his being but seeing his favorite person die, knowing that she died under the person who gave him hope, Chonglin let his emotions take over. He hugs her body closer to his, letting the tears spill from his eyes, trailing down his cheeks and falling on his sister’s shiny black hair that he brushed this morning.
“Leeteuk, you’re on in three minutes!” A staff commands on his earpiece. With a final look on his blonde hair, and intricate features, he stands up to walk into the life of an idol.
Singing and dancing was never in the plan but with the desire to fit into the looks of the people in the Kingdom of Silla, now known as Korea, he was able to transfer his soul in a person named Leeteuk, who is apparently famous. After the death of Daiyu in China, he immediately packed up and left for his next destination. Now, inside the body of Leeteuk, he plans on staying until he finds the creature called unicorn.
“Oppa! Oppa! Marry Me!” The fans all shout to him these words, which only amplify his belief that humans are stupid. But like before, he keeps it inside and merely smiles, stealing the hearts of the people around him. The concert was a success, as expected and when he finally enters the privacy of his room, he opens the book, now tattered on the edges to the page about time travelling. While drinking in the useful information, he unknowingly starts smirking, pages straying to the solution to his problem on immortality. Once again memorizing the features of the unicorn drawn, he starts drifting off to sleep, dreaming of the long haired virgins trapped in the body of a horse with horns of crystal on their foreheads.
Author: Collaboration between juuten, otoke1315, and fangirlism_era
Genre: AU, Supernatural, Romance, Adventure
Rating: R
Pairing: Unspecified , TBA
Characters: Leeteuk-centric, Heechul, Kibum
Length: Chaptered
Summary: In a world where the surface is constantly changing, some individuals strive to be the core. When the will to live is overcome by one's desire for power, past and present shall meet at exactly one point in time, and they - whose fates have long been intertwined - shall find their lives changing with just a pull of a string.
<< Previous
CHAPTER III - THE ENDLESS TRAVELLER
I may seem like I’m dying
but I won’t die
I won’t escape the other’s eyes and hide
I’m falling down until the end as if it’s for show
but I’m alive
There’s nothing more to lose now,
I’m gonna push the past behind
And jump out
The image of me falling deep is so beautiful
I’m even more alive at this moment I’m still alive
- Still Alive
Blue meets green against the stark blue sky. A rough, calloused hand holds a small, soft hand. “Do you think we will grow old together, love?” The melodious voice fills his ears as they walk across the plaza, enjoying the annual fair in la Martyre.
Since the last appearance of the dark clothed rider almost two decades ago, the villagers became more at ease, as per normal reaction. Now, the black rider, rumored to have had long beautiful blonde hair, is merely a myth. Instead of living in fear, the villagers of the town of la Martyre are living in joy. At ease with the dark, the villagers started using the black rider as a means to scare children into following their orders.
“Love?” Marguerite repeated the question.
She was only met with a low chuckle, something unusual from her love as he is someone who is mostly aloof and indifferent. “Yes, I think we will grow old together, love,” he heart soared upon hearing his answer. “But I don’t think we will die together.”
“Why is that?” He spared her a side glance as if telling her that the question is stupid. “Because, my dear Marguerite, I will never die. I promised myself.” As if telling her his greatest dream, he smiles one of his rare smiles which show his dimple.
“But that is impossible!” Marguerite exclaimed, eyes wide as in mockery. “You underestimate me, Marguerite,” he laughs wryly, hands tightening around hers. “Let me worry about that. For now, let us enjoy the fair.”
“I’m sorry, sir but we have to remove the fountain,” one of the workers from a nearby construction site told him, not really looking apologetically. If anything, they merely look at him like he is being a hindrance to their job.
“This is the Fountain of Youth!” He exclaims, hands waving wildly in the air. “Does that not have any significance anymore?”
“Of course it does,” one of the men answers dryly. “And the building we are working on is where the messiah will be born,” all of them laughs at this, obviously amused at his distress. “Look, sir,” the worker trails off. “Alexandre,” he supplies. “Sir Denis, you are disrupting our work and we have to take down the fountain today.”
Alexandre sighs, obviously distraught, he keeps his head down for a minute before he once again face them. “Give me an hour to finish what I want to do and then you can do whatever you want,” he states with such coldness and threat that the workers were left no choice but to agree.
“It’s almost gone, almost gone,” Alexandre whispers as he totters along the shores of Sant’Antonino. The water he was able to salvage from what was the fountain of youth is running low and he is at the brink of old age. Still, never losing hope, he keeps on looking for the ultimate answer to immortality. He promised his Papa that he will live forever and conquer the world and he is still far from that goal. Walking slowly, he admires the blue waters, remembering the last time he was near a body of water as large as the sea. Its name, probably given by some king is inconsequential since everything will be his in due time.
Lost in his own thoughts, he continued walking along the shore, following it contour and ignoring all humans walking around him. Live with them a little more, he says to himself, they may not be useful but they sure are gullible.
“The secret to immortality is transferring your soul,” the raw voice of an old man suddenly invaded his line of thought, piquing his interest with the word immortality. Alexandre looks at the old man who seems to have read his thoughts. “Young man,” the old man starts, approaching Alexandre with slowness akin to a turtle. “You desire immortality, am I right?” Alexandre nods as the old man produces a book covered with a black cloth. “I am giving this to you, I think it’s time for me to pass this on,” Dull, gray eyes meets blue as the old man hands the young man the book.
At the sight of Alexandre’s curious and questioning stare, the old man laughs. “I am far too old to keep this secret and I think you would use this wiser than I did.”
“Khalfani, do you think we will be able to travel the world together?” Amisi asked the man beside her, hands clutched together, seemingly perfect for each other. “I do not doubt that, dear Amisi.” Khalfani answers diligently, as if programmed to answer what the other would want to hear.
Amisi, undeterred by the lack of enthusiasm from Khalfani, continues talking. “Someday, when we are married and Father would let me go with you, I would want to travel to the East. I heard that there is an abundance of pearls and diamonds there,” she tells him happily, excitement apparent not only on her speech but also on her stance. Smiling brightly, sun illuminating her hair and eyes shiny with glee, Khalfani could not help but admire the beauty of his lover. Just like Marguerite, she is petite with a smile as bright as the sun and eyes that could be a mirror to her inner emotions.
“Where in the East would you exactly like to go?” Khalfani ventures into her imagination. “You know, in case I could plan something for us,” he added shyly for effect. Just like a sunflower ready to bloom and face the sun, Amisi looks at him, eyes wide in wonder and glee. “I would very much like to go to the Kingdom of Silla,” he sharply turns his head to her, shock written over his face. Amisi, unmindful of such reaction from her lover, continues. “It is said that their kingdom is rich in gold and diamonds.”
“My dear, where have you heard about the Kingdom of Silla?” Khalfani asks her cautiously, careful not to raise any suspicion.
“Well, I think I heard it from Father. He heard it from one of the mercenaries that he was making business with,” Amisi answers, oblivious to the black overtaking the face of her beloved.
As if sensing his inattentiveness, Amisi changed the subject. “Love, do you think we will grow old together?” Pulled out of his reverie, he laughs. She perks up upon hearing the rare laugh from her man. While waiting for his answer, Amisi admires the work of art in front of her. Khalfani is a much-coveted man in their village-a warrior among knights, they say. And to say that she is lucky is an understatement because out of the beautiful girls in their village, he picked her, he courted her, he asked her parents for her hand. And as expected, they gave her to him.
“I do not doubt that we will grow old together, Amisi,” he pulls her out of her reverie, earning her attention-filled brown eyes. “But we will surely not die together.” Amisi looks at him with eyes wide in surprise. “Why is that, my dear?” She was answered with a chuckle. “Why else?” She cocks her head to the side. “Of course that is because I will not die.” Amisi’s eyebrows seemingly merged into one. “I promised myself that I will not die, my dear.”
“That is simply impossible, Khalfani!” Amisi exclaimed, voice loud and incredulous. Khalfani answers her with a laugh, clutching his stomach and almost falling over. “Let me worry about that, okay?”
“When you are older, sail to the Kingdom of Silla, where long haired virgins trapped in the body of a horse roams. They have horns of crystal on their foreheads and voice like smooth velvet. Drink their blood and you shall die no more.”
He spreads a map in front of him. After making sure that the doors are locked and the windows are barricaded, he sits down in front of a table, lamp well-lit and burning. He smirks and says to himself, “On my next life, I will be in China and then finally in the Kingdom of Silla.” Opening the book given to him by the old man, he flips it to a page which perfectly depicts the description that the black rider told him. His eyes go down the page, drinking in the illustration of the long haired virgins trapped in the body of a horse with horns of crystal on their foreheads. The book calls it a unicorn, he calls it his prey.
“Chonglin-ah!” His mother calls him from the farm, voice raw and tired from working all day.
“What is it, Mama?” He yells back, making sure she hears him properly.
“Fetch Daiyu from school and cook dinner after!” She yells back. “I will, Mama!”
Getting up from his seat near the window overlooking the farm and mountains that his family owns, Chonglin makes his way to the door to fetch his sister from school. Daiyu, just like what her name implies, is a like a precious black jade in their family. Since born, she has been sickly and weak, which prompted his parents into being more protective.
As he walks along the province of China, Chonglin looks back at what he has experienced so far-wars, draughts, and calamities. All of these disasters were mostly caused by humans, humans that he has worked hard to change. Unfortunately, no one changed, at least in a bigger scale. Until he is able to control the world, he will try to blend into the background, starting from the bottom and working his way into the top. In his years of life in Earth, he is able to learn one thing: Never believe on adults. All humans are the same, stupid and shallow.
Finally arriving in front of the school, Chonglin immediately notices the eerie stillness of the surroundings. Unlike the days and months prior, this silence is unsettling, like a calm before the storm. Slowly and stealthily, he walks toward the entrance of the school, peeking in first before fully entering. Instead of the usual chatter of the excited students, he was greeted with more silence, probably far more eerie than outside. With heart hammering against his chest, he takes slow steps toward the room where he knows his sister, his precious sister, is in. On the way there, he was not even met with a single human, unlike on a normal day.
As he finally reaches the door that will lead him to Daiyu, he takes a deep breath, closes his eyes and turns the knob. Eyes still closed, he pushes open the door until he can feel the wind of the fan against his face. Taking another deep breath, Chonglin finally opens his eyes and is greeted by the sight of red-red blood. His eyes pan across the room in search of his sister. He finds her sitting with back against the wall, barely breathing, on the brink of death.
“Daiyu,” Chonglin breathlessly calls out, face turning as white as sheet.
Daiyu opens her eyes and upon seeing her brother, smiles. “Gege, you’re here,” she whispers. Chonglin holds her against his chest, hugging her body close to his. He panics when he feels her cold hands hold his face. “I was waiting for you, Gege.”
“Who did this?” He asks her, voice trembling and tears filling his eyes. “It was a dark clothed man, he was riding a horse,” Daiyu tells him, voice turning fainter with each word. “Gege, I love you. Please don’t forget me,” she whispers in her last breath before she falls limp against his arms.
Never in his many lives did he let human emotions take over his being but seeing his favorite person die, knowing that she died under the person who gave him hope, Chonglin let his emotions take over. He hugs her body closer to his, letting the tears spill from his eyes, trailing down his cheeks and falling on his sister’s shiny black hair that he brushed this morning.
“Leeteuk, you’re on in three minutes!” A staff commands on his earpiece. With a final look on his blonde hair, and intricate features, he stands up to walk into the life of an idol.
Singing and dancing was never in the plan but with the desire to fit into the looks of the people in the Kingdom of Silla, now known as Korea, he was able to transfer his soul in a person named Leeteuk, who is apparently famous. After the death of Daiyu in China, he immediately packed up and left for his next destination. Now, inside the body of Leeteuk, he plans on staying until he finds the creature called unicorn.
“Oppa! Oppa! Marry Me!” The fans all shout to him these words, which only amplify his belief that humans are stupid. But like before, he keeps it inside and merely smiles, stealing the hearts of the people around him. The concert was a success, as expected and when he finally enters the privacy of his room, he opens the book, now tattered on the edges to the page about time travelling. While drinking in the useful information, he unknowingly starts smirking, pages straying to the solution to his problem on immortality. Once again memorizing the features of the unicorn drawn, he starts drifting off to sleep, dreaming of the long haired virgins trapped in the body of a horse with horns of crystal on their foreheads.