SPIRITBINDER: The Boy Without A Mark -
Chapter 53: Severed Ties
Chapter 53: Severed Ties
Morvane hesitated, his thoughts a swirling chaos of doubt and fear. He couldn’t meet Medas’ piercing gaze, knowing that his friend would see right through him.
"What are you hiding, Morvane?" Medas asked, his tone heavy with suspicion.
Morvane shifted uncomfortably, his mind racing for an excuse, an escape. His body betrayed him, his palms damp, his heartbeat a steady drum in his ears. Finally, he forced a nervous laugh, waving off the tension.
"Ah-ah, my body is just tired—after everything we’ve been through lately, I feel like I’m still out of shape. It’s nothing more than that," Morvane said, his voice too light, too casual.
Medas narrowed his eyes, unconvinced. "Then tell me whatever Hiraya told you."
Hiraya, standing beside them, nodded solemnly. Her translucent form shimmered faintly, her expression both patient and insistent. "If you can’t let me possess you to say it myself, that’s okay," she said softly. "But tell him. Tell him about my regained memories."
Morvane froze. The weight of Hiraya’s words pressed against his chest. He glanced at Medas, whose sharp features were tense with expectation, then back at Hiraya. Reluctantly, he sighed.
"Hiraya... she said she’s regained some of her memories," Morvane began, his voice strained. "The night she was killed... she remembers two unknown men. And—"
"And what?" Medas interrupted, his voice taut. "What else?"
Morvane hesitated again, his stomach twisting. He clenched his fists, bracing himself for the impact of his next words.
"She also told me that... you were awake at that time. Right before she was stabbed."
The air seemed to freeze around them. Medas’ expression crumbled into shock, his lips parting as if to speak, but no words came. His mind raced to refute the claim, but the seed of doubt had been planted.
"What?" he whispered, his voice barely audible. "That... that can’t be. If I was awake, I would’ve protected her. If I was awake, I would never let anyone kill her!"
Hiraya stepped forward, her spectral form rippling like a fragile reflection in water. "Medas, I don’t remember everything yet," she said softly. "But I know what I saw. You were there. Your eyes were open."
Medas staggered back, shaking his head. "No. That’s impossible. I... I couldn’t have—" His voice broke, and he clutched his head as if trying to force the memories to surface. "I didn’t fail you. I couldn’t have failed you..."
Morvane watched helplessly as Medas struggled to process the revelation. He wanted to comfort his friend, but guilt anchored him in place. He hadn’t told Medas the full truth—the part where Hiraya hinted at something darker, something that tied Medas to her murder in ways even she couldn’t explain yet.
"Medas," Morvane said hesitantly, "Hiraya don’t know the full story yet. Hiraya’s memories are still incomplete. There’s no need to jump to conclusions."
Medas’ head snapped up, his eyes blazing with a mix of fury and despair. "You think this is just a misunderstanding?" he spat. "She’s saying I was awake! Awake, and I let her die! Do you know what that means, Morvane? It means I failed her in the worst way imaginable."
Hiraya reached out as if to touch him, her ethereal hand passing through his shoulder. "Medas, please—this isn’t about blame. I need you to help me uncover the truth."
Medas took a deep, shuddering breath, his shoulders trembling. He turned away, staring out the window of the grand hall. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the floor. For a moment, silence reigned, heavy and suffocating.
Finally, Medas spoke, his voice low and filled with resolve. "If I was awake, then I’ll find out why I didn’t stop it. I’ll remember, no matter what it takes."
Morvane opened his mouth to speak, but Medas raised a hand to silence him. "And if it turns out I’m responsible," Medas continued, his voice hard, "I’ll accept the consequences. Whatever they are."
Hiraya’s form flickered, her expression unreadable. "We’ll uncover the truth together," she said softly. Even if she knows Medas couldn’t hear her.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, its light fading into darkness, Morvane couldn’t shake the feeling that the ties binding them were beginning to unravel. The truth, once uncovered, would change everything.
And he wasn’t sure if any of them were ready for it.
Morvane froze as Medas turned back to him, his eyes narrowing with a sharpness that made Morvane’s chest tighten. The atmosphere grew heavier, and the fading light in the room seemed to dim even further.
"Morvane," Medas said slowly, his voice laced with quiet menace, "you still have some explaining to do."
Morvane’s heart sank. His instincts screamed at him to deny, to deflect, to run. But he knew Medas wouldn’t let this go. He never did.
"I gave you days," Medas continued, his tone calm but brimming with a restrained fury. "Days to recover after what happened to Drace. I didn’t push because I wanted to believe in you. But now—" He took a deliberate step closer, his telekinetic presence brushing against Morvane like an unseen weight. "I keep replaying what I heard that night in the forest."
Morvane’s throat went dry. "Oh... ye-yeah?" His voice cracked under the weight of Medas’ accusation.
"Yes," Medas said, his gaze boring into Morvane. "You talked about being evil, didn’t you? About being tasked to do something. Something with Hiraya."
Morvane’s stomach twisted into knots. He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came.
Medas stepped even closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "What’s that something you need to do, Morvane? What’s so dark, so vile, that it makes you call yourself evil?"
Morvane’s hands trembled at his sides, but Medas wasn’t done.
"And don’t think I forgot the rest of it," Medas said, his voice hardening. "You didn’t just talk about being evil. You said you killed Drace."
Morvane’s blood ran cold. Goosebumps prickled his skin as the weight of Medas’ words settled over him.
"Explain everything to me," Medas demanded, his voice echoing like a judge’s verdict. "Right now."
Hiraya, who had been silent until now, hovered beside Morvane, her ethereal form flickering with unease. "Morvane," she said softly, "you need to tell him the truth. You can’t keep running from this."
Morvane’s breath hitched, his mind spiraling with the weight of his secrets. He wanted to deny it all, to convince Medas that he had misunderstood. But deep down, he knew there was no escaping this confrontation.
"I... I didn’t mean for things to happen this way," Morvane began, his voice trembling. "It’s not as simple as you think."
"Then make it simple," Medas snapped. His telekinetic aura pulsed faintly, a warning that his patience was running thin.
Morvane clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. "I was tasked to do something with Hiraya," he said finally. "But it wasn’t out of my mind, it was a duty given to me. I—" He hesitated, his voice breaking. "I was told about a prophecy and that it can ruin the whole kingdom, at first I didint believed it."
Medas’ eyes narrowed. "What is that duty given to you?"
"That you and her shouldn’t be together thast why I was tasked to kill one of you and ultimately it was Hirayau," Morvane admitted. "She was targeted one since you were the king at that time already"
Hiraya gasped, her spectral form flickering violently. "You were supposed to kill me? So you were the one who killed me?!" she whispered, horror etched across her face.
"Uhmm!" Morvane shouted, his voice raw. "That was never my intention. I was only trying to—" He stopped himself, his gaze darting to Medas, whose expression had darkened dangerously.
"And who told you this prophecy?" Medas pressed, his voice cold. "You followed that prophecy?"
Morvane flinched, his breath quickening. "It was a blind man with ability to see the future," he said weakly. "He also let Hiraya know about this prophecy, Hiraya knows that she will die before she got killed."
"You killed him," Medas said, his voice devoid of emotion. It wasn’t a question—it was a statement.
Morvane’s silence was answer enough.
The room fell into an unbearable silence, broken only by the faint rustle of the wind outside. Medas stared at Morvane as if seeing him for the first time, his expression a mix of betrayal and fury.
"I trusted you," Medas said finally, his voice trembling. "I stood by you, defended you, and this—this is what you’ve been hiding? You’ve been lying to all of us!"
Hiraya’s spectral form floated closer to Medas, her face a mix of sorrow and anger. "I remember more now," she said softly. "I remember how I felt when I saw you standing there, Morvane. I trusted you, too. And yet..." Her voice cracked. "You were sent to destroy me."
"I didn’t want to!" Morvane shouted, his voice breaking. "I was forced into ths. Don’t you see? None of this is what it seems. There’s a larger game at play, and I’m just a pawn."
Medas’ hands clenched into fists, his knuckles white. "If you think I’m going to let this go," he said, his voice cold and dangerous, "then you don’t know me at all."
For the first time in his life, Morvane felt truly cornered. The fragile ties that bound him to his friends were unraveling, one by one. And as he looked into Medas’ eyes, he realized that he might have just lost him forever.
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