| Fan Fiction |
by th1rd3ye
“The one is the person who has the birthmark of the shape of a flame. It represents fire and also the presence of our hero. This person is the legendary chosen one to destroy the Demonic Red Stone hidden in the coffin of the ancient king.” One of the people said.
“Legend has it that the ancient king was greedy and wanted the whole planet to be only his forever. Thus, even after he died, he could not allow anyone to have control of this planet. This is where the Demonic Red Stone comes in. The king has managed to use his powers to create this stone and it serves as a constant reminder that the deceased king still reigns the planet. No matter what, the stone will exist with him and that it will keep giving out immense heat, till the whole planet explodes.” Crimson continued.
“I don’t understand. Why can’t all of you just move to stay in another planet?” Michelle questioned.
“We can’t.” Crimson paused.
“All of us are trapped here. With the Demonic Red Stone, no one can ever leave this place. If anyone tries, he or she will be burnt alive. No one really understands how this mystical stone works. In actual fact, none of us here has ever seen the stone before. It is just passed down from our elders that the stone possesses the horribly great powers to kill through its heat. Metres away from it, one will already be lying on the ground, minutes away from death. Its heat is rumoured to obliterate anyone, anything.”
“What about the one? How do you know that there will be such a person?” Raymond asked.
“A Goddess told us. Her merciful smile is still plastered in my mind. She said that the one can save us from our sufferings. The one with that birthmark.” One of the elders said and then pointed to Ron.
“She said the one is a blessing from Heaven and from this planet. She never mentions about when the one will arrive or how the one look like. Just the birthmark,” the elder continued.
Ron just looks stunned. All the attention now was diverted upon Ron. The picture was clear. Ron was to be their hero.
“Great. I am going to get burnt to death. I will be their hero. But what about Leila and me?” Ron turns to look at Leila who seems to be in deep thoughts too. “If I had to be sacrificed, I might as well make a good deal out of it?” Ron just has had a naughty idea in his head.
“What am I supposed to do then?” Ron finally opened his mouth.
To his utter disappointment, all the people of Flames just shook their heads and shrugged their shoulders.
“Nobody knows. None of us even dares to go near that place. We can only navigate you there. Then the rest will be up to you. Our future depends on you. Please help us. Please save us.” Crimson pleads.
“Great.” Ron feels burdened with such heavy responsibility. However, if this is his destiny, he will do it, no matter what. The whole of Flames is counting on him. Trying to think on a positive side, Ron has that thought about discovering his history through this adventure, just like Raymond.
“When?” Ron asks again.
“As soon as you are ready.” Crimson replied.
“Tomorrow morning then. Just give me one night to settle up my personal stuff.” Ron said, sneaking a glance at Leila, who is looking pale with her eyes closed now.
Leila is having that dream again. At this point of time.
It was awkward.
The dream or the vision starts off with the same scene. The familiar night sky, the water and the glimmering outline of the body in the water.
This time, Leila feels that she could even smell the raw and fresh aroma of the female’s hair.
“We will meet soon. The ending is just beginning.”
The dream or vision ended.
Leila opens her eyes in shock. She no longer needs to be in a deep sleep to see this dream. The dream or vision is haunting her anytime, anywhere, and unexpectedly. She then shook her head and forces herself to think logically. That voice in that dream belongs to a female. The problem about the voice is that it sounds too familiar. It sounds like someone. Leila’s head then begins to hurt immensely. “The ending is just beginning.” The words just keep echoing in her head.
“Leila, are you alright?” Raymond hurriedly rushes over to support Leila. Leila just nods her head.
“I think all of you should get some rest.” Crimson says and leads them towards a space in the house for them.
“I will take a walk.” Leila says, giving Raymond an I-will-be-fine look.
Ron then follows and says, “I will take care of her.”
Raymond and Michelle stayed in the house obediently, helping out as much as they could. Unknowingly, both of them have developed chemistry between them. Working in the ideal pair, they not only brought comfort to the people of Flames but also the sense of happiness. Watching Raymond and Michelle busying themselves, the people’s eyes glowed with a tint of bliss.
Ron then caught up with Leila.
“Hey, are you really alright?” Ron asked with much concern. Leila just kept silent, withdrawing herself. There was no way she was going to confide anything in him. If she could not even speak about this to Raymond, then it is definitely impossible to talk to Ron. Furthermore, Ron has his own matters to settle.
As if able to read her mind, Ron cleared his throat and said, “I will be fine. I can handle it but I really want to help you. Speaking up a little won’t kill you or hurt you any bit. I am really concerned about you. You look so pale just now, so frail and …”
Leila gave a hard stare at him. Ron has already observed and reached his conclusions about Leila and her behaviour.
Leila with a pale look means that she most probably is in deep thoughts which bother her. During such times, Ron knew better than to approach her. Ron will just stand near Leila and prepares himself just in case Leila faints again.
If Leila is keeping silent even after someone asks her a question, it means she is thinking again. However, it also suggests that she is thinking not only for herself but also for another person. If she is thinking about herself only, she will give a monotonous one-word reply.
Last but not least, Leila with her death glare or a hard stare signifies the person receiving the glare or stare, to keep silent.
“Leila, can you do me a favour?” Ron asks, withholding his excitement. “Just in case I cannot survive through the ordeal tomorrow morning. I need you to help me do something.”
“What?” Leila softens her stare at Ron.
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ENJOY N COMMENTS PLS. n ya. Sad to say, I deleted my the other fanfic. One of A Kind. Maybe I will rewrite it sometime later. But most probably not. But if you are a RonLei fan, I have started typing another fanfic. But only the forewords and two or three chapters? Hahas. Maybe I will post it. Maybe I wont. Depends. Anyway, for those having holidays now, HAPPY HOLIDAYS. N EARLY MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!! (; I MEAN VERY EARLY MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!! LOLS. Comments please, (;
*//th1rd3ye