The Hybrid Fateful Sorrow

You are The Mistake

The ferocious blizzard grows rougher to their flesh. The intense high winds could even push the steel sword tumbling from time to time. Finally, the storm scratches out the blood on the surface, cleaning the white lands.

Rassa brought everything to Gray’s mind. He rose bewildered, still searching for a speck of trace of his beautiful dream.

“Käresta put me back! I need to return to them, please!” Galiet pleaded.

“What’s wrong with you? Who are you talking with! Why don’t you kill me as well? Axar asked.

“Who are you?” Galiet asked.

Axar eyes glared at the Devil; without thinking, he rushes towards him with his fist positioned to strike. Axar’s fists thwack Galiet’s face, although resulting in nothing as Galiet stood unfazed from the assault.

“I know it wouldn’t do anything, but it damn feels good,” Axar uttered as he coughed from the severe cold.

“Your hands are trembling,” Galiet said.

The eternal cold has worked its way to their bodies. Axar fingers and nose reddens and swells from the frostbite. He constantly bows down to block the high winds. He stands his ground trembling. He crosses his arms slowly as he starts reflecting on the freezing temperature.

By the storm’s behavior, it could easily pile up the land with one meter of snow. However, the Devil Gray, even without a top on his bare body, could stand the cold without repercussions. Gray’s eyebrows have snow clinging on them, his grey hair that wildly flutters in the air from the harsh winds.

“Can you kill me? Do you have the Godsbane?” Galiet asked.

“I don’t even know what that is!” Axar replied.

‘Galiet, you are more than this. You face a lot more than this and never, never do you wish to die. You struggled to live because you know in your heart that our life is precious,’ Käresta said in his mind.

“I killed a lot of people. I killed a lot of good people. Their life is precious too and yet I have taken it away from them,” Galiet let out.

“Why do you get to act like you care about anyone! You Evil spawn!” Axar yelled.

The Devil gazes at his wicked hands. The guilt has fueled his body as he emits a radiant heat, gradually melting the snow on the land and his physique, creating an invisible shield against the frigid storm. However, the high winds could still freely pass to merely become warm once inside.

“I have failed everyone,” Galiet uttered.

The heat that the Devil emits helps relieve Axar from the severe cold.

Galiet Gray stretches his hand and his inch-sharp nails; he pierces his own bare chest at high speed. The blood gushes out from his chest have hitched on the stormy winds turning their surrounding gore-red. First, his devilish hands penetrated his chest to clasp his sinful heart. Then, as he clutched on his beating heart, he gored it out of his body, spewing more blood on the air.

Stretching his hand that is grasping his heart for Axar to see, Galiet violently squeezes his still-beating heart, exploding from the vicious compression of his hand. The jelly remains of his heart have altered into a smog of black smoke and disperse in the air.

Axar could only watch, puzzled, “What is that you wish to accomplish here?” He asked.

Galiet, using both of his hands, stretched out the grave wound, peeling the skin along with the muscle and bones to reveal that his undying heart was once again reappeared to where it belongs.

“I can’t seem to kill myself. But the Godsbane might,” Galiet said in his weary voice.

They could hear a voice of a woman uttering on the foggy road of Masse. She limps on the thick snow as she gets closer; they could make out a long robe.

“Perhaps, I could help you acquire the death that you wish,” the voice of a woman said.

Standing at the foggy road was a silhouette of a woman. They could make out her oversized lavender robes as she clutched a book on her chest, securing it with her trembling arms.

“If that is still what you want — Galiet,” the voice of a woman said.

“Who are you?” Galiet asked.

“Who I am is not important, but the choices that you’ll make will be. I’m only here to guide you on your way as we all at some point would need someone to guide us to our path,” she said as she continued to walk away.

Axar stands ahead as if he wants to come along. He is, in a way, lost and strayed on his path.

“What… What about me?” Axar yelled.

“You left the door wide open, give your sister and your niece a proper rest, would you?” The voice of a woman said.

He hurried to his home, seeing the snow had welcomed themselves inside. His sister’s body was laid on the floor with the cold already doing its job. The freezing temperature has frozen their bodies. Her gloomy gray skin, her lifeless autumn hair send mournful thoughts to Axar’s mind. But she died happily. A beautiful smile firmly fixed on her face as if she was just dreaming and gazing at her own shimmer of hope.

Axar falls to his knees as he gazes back on the memories they shared together.

—

Although still foggy at the heart of the forest, the visibility is much better than open fields. There it was perceivable through their eyes is a sizable ball-like liquid of white & black; inside are the white and black currents resonating with each other. But the colors remain separated as they revolve around each other.

There they are, Galiet Grey and the witch dressed in a long lilac gown still embracing her prized possession book. She stands near the mysterious ball-like liquid floating an inch above the ground with her laid-down white hair, her blackened eyes, and her frail white skin.

“It was the most mysterious obscene object, when I first laid eyes on it,” the old woman said.

“What is this? Would this kill me?” Galiet asked.

“A fault? An error in space? A God? A magic? Something we might never understand? However, it is not meant to kill you, there is still something that you must do, and this object would help you seek what you needed the most. Come closer, Galiet,” the witch said.

Upon stepping closer, Galiet could feel a much colder temperature that was being emitted from the ball.

“It has the ability to transport you to another place. A pathway for your new beginning. A new place that you can change the outcome, all was paid with the lives that you have taken,” the old woman said.

“I’m not going, I don’t want a new life, I want to end it!” Galiet said.

“Really?” the witch said.

The witch moves closer to Galiet before she speaks.

“What if I tell you that you are a mistake. A mistake that must be fixed, through the power of this mysterious object,” the witch said.

“What are you saying?” Galiet asked.

“There’s a timeline, a story much like this one you are living,” the witch said.

“What are you talking about!!” Galiet yelled.

“There is a story where The Hybrid Galiet Grey didn’t kill his own baby, his own child that he so cherished,” the witch said.

“What is this! How do you know all this! Do you mean, that she—” Galiet said before getting interrupted by the witch.

“That is right, the baby Elise was spared. And it’s all up to you to make that story your reality!” the witch said.

“Tell me how! How exactly can I save her!” Galiet said.

“Walk through the ball-like liquid, it will transport you to that fateful day,” the witch said.

“But, I am a mistake,” Galiet uttered.

“Yes, you are a mistake, but you are my answer.”