A warm hand slipped into his.
Miria blinked.
Around her, colorful lights illuminated the night. Children's laughter resonated, joyful music vibrated in the air.
A funfair.
Stands had just opened. The smell of caramelized sugar wafted around her.
She looked down.
His hand was clasped in Asher's.
Carefree. Smiling.
"You'll see," he said enthusiastically. They just installed a new attraction!
She laughed.
Free. Happy.
The wind played through his black hair.
Simple happiness.
Then—
The scene changed.
She found herself face to face with a young woman.
Light brown hair, long and neatly tied up. Green eyes burning with jealousy.
His gaze was icy.
"Do you really think I'm going to let you be happy with him?"
His voice shook with rage.
— Asher should be with me. Not with you!
Miria felt an icy tension fill the air.
Then—
A deafening metallic noise.
A crack.
Something fell apart above her.
She looked up.
A huge metal bar fell straight towards her.
— MIRIA! Asher shouted.
The shock.
The ground.
The silence.
She opened her eyes.
The world was spinning.
And there—
Asher.
Under the metal structure.
His body covered in blood.
Unconscious.
Motionless.
A tearing pain pierced his chest.
— ASHEEEER!!!
His cry tore the air.
Then—
Everything disappeared.
Miria suddenly regained consciousness.
His breathing was uncontrollable. His chest was burning.
Uncontrollable rage exploded within her.
Above her, the ceiling began to vibrate.
Cracks appeared and began to slowly spread through the concrete.
A piece of stone broke away.
And fell.
CRASH!
The stone crashed into Fishlegs.
He screamed and fell to the ground.
His guards rushed.
—Lord Fishlegs!
- Are you doing well ?!
He stood up, furious, blood streaming down his forehead.
He looked from Miria to the cracked ceiling.
Then came back to her.
Attached. Motionless.
Weak.
Impossible...
He gritted his teeth.
—Call someone! Inspect the entire castle! I want to know where these cracks come from!
The guards complied.
Fishlegs gave Miria one last suspicious look before leaving the room.
The door closed.
Silence returned.
Miria exhaled slowly.
Fortunately he underestimates me...
But his mind remained restless.
These images…
This funfair…
This pain...
Why do I feel like... I really experienced this?
His gaze remained fixed on the ceiling.
I don't remember being with him at a fair...
His heart was still beating too fast.
And these memories... seem to come from such a distant time...