Unmade Chapter 8: chapter 8: Thalia

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Kealix looked at me with an unusual expression, at least, unusual for him. He didn’t look shocked, not quite; it was more like surprise. His eyes had widened slightly. I suppose he hadn’t expected me to allow him to see his wife so soon. After all, it’s nearly impossible to slip past their notice without my permission. “You’re allowing me to see her immediately?” Kealix asked, his eyes still widening with disbelief. I nodded slightly, continuing to speak in my usual calm tone. “Of course. You deserve to see her after all this time. You’ve been sealed away for quite a while now.” My expression barely changed, only a faint curve of my lips, the beginning of a smile. In that very moment, the space around us shifted. I didn’t have to lift a single finger. The pale, empty plane, devoid of color or form, transformed into a vast, glimmering cave. Crystals of every hue adorned the walls, casting shifting lights across the chamber. The floor bloomed with countless orange flowers, the favorite color of Kealix’s wife. Kealix stood still for a long moment, taking it all in. He had returned to the place of her sealing. There she lay, Thalia, encased in a pure crystal coffin, her beauty preserved in still perfection. The coffin shimmered faintly in the glow of the cave, a sight so radiant it could inspire envy even in the wealthiest of kings and queens. Thalia’s hair was a deep shade of orange, glowing softly in the dim light. Her eyes were closed, and her sleep had the stillness of a goddess resting, serene, divine, untouchable. She was beautiful, his wife, probably the only match for Kealix himself. “Hey, writer,” Kealix said suddenly. His voice was steady but carried a quiet tremor. He paused, making it clear that what he was about to say held importance. “Thank you… could you… leave us alone for a moment?” It wasn’t really a request, more a statement. He already knew what my answer would be. I let out a small sigh and met his gaze. Or at least, I tried to. We no longer existed on the same plane, so our eyes could never truly meet, though both of us made the effort regardless. “Very well,” I said, my tone softening as a faint, cocky smile tugged at my lips. “Take your time. I won’t write down a single thing.” Kealix’s expression shifted, the faintest glimmer of happiness appeared in his eyes. “Thank you,” he said quietly. “I’ll gladly train your boy, after this. It’s the least I can do. Without your help, they would have noticed… and that must be avoided, at any cost.” His voice carried both gratitude and the weight of old, distant memories. I lingered for just a heartbeat longer, watching as he stepped toward the crystal coffin. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly as it hovered above the smooth surface, and then he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. “Hello, Thalia… it’s been a while, hasn’t it, my love?” And with that, I left, just as I had promised. The soft echo of his words followed me as the space faded from my awareness. After all, who was I to intrude upon their reunion, after so many long, silent years apart? After some long, heartfelt moments, Kealix’s reunion came to an end. He had placed his mask upon Thalia’s crystal coffin, a simple gesture, yet one filled with meaning and love, at least in his eyes. “I would leave my, or rather, your.... mask with you here, my love,” Kealix murmured, his voice soft. “But sadly, I cannot. I must keep it for the task ahead. This gift you gave me must remain mine just a little longer.” This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source. He gazed down at her, his eyes filled with a deep and genuine affection that words could never quite capture. Then, with a quiet breath, he straightened himself. He looked at Thalia one last time, unsure if he would ever see her again. The thought made him bite his lip slightly, his composure wavering for just a moment. His eyes wandered toward the flowers scattered across the cave floor, on