Overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness, I stood there, my emotions swirling in a storm of anger, grief, and determination. The road ahead appeared treacherous, but I refused to surrender. Ady's life hung in the balance, and I vowed to exhaust every possible avenue to save him, even if it meant defying tradition and forging a new path.
I thought about every situation Ady helped me with. Whether it's taking me in when I had nowhere to go or helping me in every small thing now and then.
I almost reached the hospital, just around 20 steps away. The weight of impending loss tugged at my heart, making me question the futility of my visit. Nevertheless, I entered the hospital to meet with the doctor. To my surprise, his face beamed with happiness as I approached him.
"Oh, you finally came," the doctor said, his joyful expression contrasting with the dire state of my cousin. Confused by his reaction, I asked, "Yes?"
"Mr. Verten, I don't know exactly how, but your cousin's condition seems to be getting better," he exclaimed, a glimmer of hope shining in his eyes. Shocked yet overjoyed, I couldn't contain my curiosity. "Really?" I inquired eagerly.
The doctor explained, "Yes! Just after we finished our basic treatment, I tried to contact other hospitals, searching for anyone with knowledge of Martha's blessing." Intrigued, I pressed him for more details. "So? Did you find anyone? Did they say yes?"
"No, we haven't found anyone with the blessing, but when we returned to check on your cousin, his internal injuries seemed to have miraculously healed. We also ruled out any involvement of drugs or medicine through our tests. Although we haven't verified the cause, your cousin is in a much better state, Mr. Verten," he concluded.
The source of this sudden improvement didn't matter to me; all that mattered was that Ady was getting better. Overwhelmed with relief, I thanked the doctor, who casually mentioned, "If he continues to heal at this pace, he should be able to be discharged in three days." With a wave of his hand and a slight smile, he walked away.
Visiting Ady's room, I approached his bed with a smile, whispering, "You are going to be up and running again soon enough." After checking up on Ady for a while, I left for home, contemplating how a regular student like him could sustain such serious injuries.
Arriving home, I noticed the fresh traces of blood near the door. I retrieved a mop and a bucket of water, intending to clean the bloodstains from the floor. As I mopped, I stumbled upon something—a gold emblem with blood marks. Surprised, I wondered, "I don't remember having this emblem. Was it Ady's?"
The emblem possessed a unique design—an engraved image of a throne with a bold number "1" at its center. Without dwelling on it too much, I washed away the bloodstains and tucked it into my pocket. "I'll ask Ady if this emblem is related to how he got injured," I thought.
With the floor cleaned and the mop and bucket returned to their original positions, I began preparing for bed. Thoughts swirled in my mind about the incident, and I fell asleep, pondering the possible reasons behind Ady's injuries.
The next morning, I woke up feeling stiff, the events of the previous night still fresh in my mind. It had undoubtedly been a hectic experience. Gathering my strength, I rose from my bed with a purpose—to make a morning coffee. But as I stood up, something fell at my feet—it was the gold emblem from the previous night. I picked it up and proceeded to make my coffee.
Holding the warm cup in my hand, I settled on the sofa, examining the emblem closely. "This thing sure is shiny," I chuckled to
myself. The emblem's intricate details caught my eye, particularly the engraved throne image and the number "1." However, it also had a message on the back, written in pitch black.
It took me a while to decipher the message. "Mighty Avalok, I, The First, as the heir to the throne, and Unam as my guide, request the ceremony to begin," it read. Intrigued and slightly bewildered, I couldn't help but wonder about the significance of this emblem and the mention of an heir and a ceremony.
As I pondered the message, contemplating the possibilities, a knock echoed through the apartment. Startled, I hurried to answer the door. Standing before me was a man dressed in a black suit, his features obscured by a hat pulled low over his face.
"Are you the one who possesses the emblem?" the man asked in a deep, enigmatic voice.
With a mix of curiosity and caution, I responded, "Yes, I have it. Who are you?"
The man nodded, revealing a slight smile beneath the shadow of his hat. "I am Unam, a guide to the chosen heir of the Mighty Avalok. If you possess the emblem, it means you have been chosen," he explained.
Confusion and excitement flooded my mind as I tried to make sense of his words. "Chosen for what? What does this emblem represent?" I asked, my voice betraying a blend of anticipation and uncertainty.
Unam paused for a moment, his gaze steady. "The emblem signifies that you are the first heir to the throne, the successor of the Mighty Avalok. It is time for the ceremony to begin," he revealed, his tone filled with a sense of profound significance.
I stood there, stunned by the revelation. The weight of destiny seemed to descend upon me, and I couldn't help but wonder how this unexpected turn of events would shape my future and the fate of those around me.
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