《Final Realms - New World》Goddess of The Past
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A clairvoyant, an oracle from another dimension, another world. After the intense exchange in a blow fight between Xiah and Alice. Another woman in her early thirties made her appearance right in the middle of the sky.
She stated the identity of Xiah's past; as someone who had a history with Xiah before the new world began. Yet, her expression said otherwise.
"What are you? A five-year-old child?!" The woman asked as her feet went touched the ground. She was venting her anger over Xiah's earlier action as she labeled it childish.
"I wasn't sure who she was at the beginning. I guess it was just a miscommunication that led us to this …."
"… she's lying, mother," Alice stated the opposite, cutting off the phrase told by Xiah. She pained her aunt's every excuse for not admitting self wrongdoings.
Alice's mother, TatSuet. A living goddess on earth, a mysterious entity from another dimension, shared a similar figure to a human. She was the fraction's backbone that overthrew the Creator of Life's master plan right before they entered the new world phase. Together with her husband, who tag as a villain by neo-human.
TatSuet has sighed over the sudden commotion caused by no one other than her precious comrade in the past. She expected Xiah's presence but didn't expect it to be so soon as she had to deal with another goddess who had already contacted her a while ago.
"You realize I had more than enough on my plate. Yet, you are still taking your time to poke your nose over my daughter's capability. What do you want from me?" TatSuet asked.
"A clairvoyant who can foretell the future asked me the obvious question. Does your power begin to grow weak, or am I hearing it wrong?" Xiah replied. Throwing her sarcastic tone when she is aware the characteristic of TatSuet shouldn't be unable to predict her inquiry of being here today.
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TatSuet turned around, staring at the opposite side of where Xiah was standing. Her hand raises, signaling the person inside this citadel door to come out. As the person sleek the door open, she approached them with the utmost pace.
"I have to deal with two morons at the same time. Did both of you come to me just because her condition has worsened?" TatSuet spouts out her discontent over the action taken by Xiah and the person who just joined them.
"Yun?! Even you too-?!" Xiah gets caught in a surprise right after seeing the face of the person standing next to TatSuet.
"Since five days ago, her mana reading has been flowing in an unstable state. I'm afraid she might be no longer able to suppress her alter ego. So I just asked TatSuet if she has anything that can help our niece," Yun replied. She cleared the confusion shrouded in Xiah's mind as she explained her presence today.
"That was the same date when she purposely wandered around the town and ran away from my house. Don't tell me she is already aware that the alter ego has begun to consume her consciousness?!" Xiah asked in a state of stupefying for not knowing the daughter of her sister's condition. At the same time, Yun couldn't clarify further as she never saw Cynthia for three years after she suppressed her inner demon.
"Both of you always had a passion for doing things in a reckless method. Two of you were blood-related relative to Cynthia. Yet, you two are worst beyond comparable to her," TatSuet butted in between their conversation. Her hand draws out a Tarot card deck and swiftly places every seventy-two card right in the mid-air as she channels her inner energy.
"O' lord of time and space. Spare me your wisdom as I seek your advice in a venture of the location for this precious child. Lend me your strength in unison with the power of your humble Queen, named after the end of Arcadia…."
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"It looks like a sham. Right?" Xiah asked while accompanied by her blank stares over the chanting spelled out by TatSuet.
"Yes. It sure does look like a sham to me." Yun replied with a synchronized flat tone like Xiah did earlier. Her eyes draw the same blank death stare over the uninspiring magic channeling displayed by TatSuet.
"Ehem…. Did both of you have a death wish?" TatSuet barged over their conversation as she couldn't withhold her anger when she overheard the satire over her magic incantation.
Both Xiah, TatSuet, and Yun respect, care, and never let loose each other. That's how the relationship between the three of them. However, it looked like a dispute, and they kept a grudge against each other.
It was not long after TatSuet incited her spell with seventy-two cards floating in mid-air. The cards slowly turn into crisp dust as they remain two of the cards that reveal the answer to what TatSuet seeks from her power.
TatSuet slightly swipes the card as it reveals The Tower and Judgement card in front of them. Upon seeing these two unfortunate signs, both mother and daughter relieved a sign of distress at the result shown on the card.
"The Tower…." Said Yun, continued by Xiah, who can keep her eyes off the sight of another card, "….and Judgement."
"Alice, can I leave this matter to you?" TatSuet asked. She requested her daughter to leave the house for the very first time. Worrying over the predicted future, TatSuet can't risk having both Yun and Xiah approach the heresy clan when they already kidnaped Cynthia. "Don't act alone even if you can't hold your anger to those people. Is that clear for you?"
Alice nods her head lightly as a sign she understands the advice and command given to her mother. She quickly took a bow to both of her aunts, leaping upward to the mid-air and vanishing before their eyes.
"Since when your daughter mastered teleportation skills?!" said Xiah, stammered after witnessing something unbelievable in front of her eyes.
"She has been on house arrest since the day she was born. What other thing can she do in this house except keep learning new skills every day?" TatSuet replied. She expresses sorrowful eyesight as reminded of how Alice spent her childhood without communicating with anyone.
"So, what is the plan now? I guess you won't be asking us to sit here while doing nothing after seeing the result of your prophecy," Xiah asked again.
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