The Myouiris | Femreader x TWICE

26: MOONLIT CHRONICLES

As the night descended, Yn handed Chaeyoung a mysterious potion with a solemn directive.

"This will make sure that Mina's asleep," Yn whispered.

"Okay!" Chaeyoung nodded, and Yn watched as she left for Mina's room. In a quiet moment, Yn clutched a knife, tears flowing as she reminisced about the shared memories with Chaeyoung.

Chaeyoung, guided by an inexplicable purpose, opened Mina's door to find her peacefully asleep. Gently waking her, Chaeyoung made an unusual request.

"What do you want?" Mina inquired, her concern evident.

"Mina, promise me that tonight, no matter what happens, you will pretend to be asleep," Chaeyoung implored, sitting beside her.

"Why?" Mina questioned, worry etched on her face.

"Even I don't know, but promise me," Chaeyoung withdrew, and Mina held her hand, sealing their silent pact.

"Okay, go back to bed," Chaeyoung looked into Mina's eyes, and with a nod, Mina agreed.

Exiting Mina's room, Chaeyoung left behind a tranquil scene, a night woven with mysteries and promises, leaving Yn and her memories in the shadowed corridors of the ship.

As the night settled in, Tzuyu announced the readiness of the fire, marking the beginning of a tranquil evening. Dahyun, Sana, and Momo collaborated on tent-building, completing their shelter with satisfaction.

With supplies retrieved from the carriage, the group gathered around the fire, enjoying a silent dinner amid the symphony of crickets and owls. Sana proposed storytelling, and Momo suggested Dahyun share a tale.

"Aren't you a poet! Tell us a story," Momo teased Dahyun, encouraged by Sana. Tzuyu, lost in thoughts of Mina, remained somewhat distant.

As the night embraced them, Dahyun offered, "All right, what tale would you fancy, my ladies?"

"Since we are all going to Joon... Why not a story about Joon," Momo suggested with a gleam of anticipation.

"Aye, the tale of Joon, passed down from me mum's lips, goes a little something like this..." Dahyun shared.

"Yes!" Momo and Sana exclaimed in unison, their enthusiasm creating a harmonious echo in the quiet night.

Tzuyu smiled, cherishing the sight of the sisters bonding, their shared excitement weaving a subtle warmth into the moonlit ambiance.

"Well, in the olden days, there lived a royal couple-a king and a queen. Blessed they were with two lovely twin daughters... I'm not certain of their names, but for our tale, let's call them Momo and Sana!" Dahyun began, a gentle smile gracing her face.

"Aww, cute," Sana cooed, her delight evident.

Tzuyu couldn't help but chuckle, finding joy in the genuine and affectionate reactions shared between Momo and Sana.

"Yes! But on a fateful day, the queen discovered a lump in her chest. Perplexed, she confided in her maids, who were equally bewildered." Dahyun paused, setting a somber tone in the circle of listeners.

"And what happened?" Momo inquired, curiosity hanging in the air.

"Later, her hair started falling, and she fell ill. Rumors circulated, blaming her ailment on breastfeeding their children. These whispers eventually reached the king's ears, and the ministries suggested that one of the children might be a demon." Dahyun's expression turned solemn, the gravity of the tale weighing on the atmosphere.

"Where is this going?" Tzuyu interjected, but Sana hushed her, urging Dahyun to continue the storytelling.

"Eventually, the king sought help from a witch to solve the problem. This particular witch, impoverished and harboring a desire for power over royalty, proposed a solution: swapping one of the king's daughters with hers." Dahyun pretended sadness, deepening the intrigue of the unfolding narrative.

"That's sad, how can a mother do that to her own child," Momo expressed disbelief, the weight of the narrative settling on her.

"But there are moms like that," Sana added, a somber acknowledgment of harsh realities.

Tzuyu, already drifting into the realm of sleep, absorbed the echoes of the story.

"Yes, they decided to trade their child, but unfortunately, the queen passed away. The king, perceiving it as good fortune for the witch's daughter, gained sympathy and popularity due to the queen's demise." Dahyun concluded her storytelling.

Tzuyu had already found solace in sleep on Sana's shoulder, while Momo and Sana teetered on the verge of slumber.

"Well, you two sleep in the tent; we'll take the carriage," Sana suggested.

"Thank you, your highness" Dahyun expressed her gratitude. Momo requested to be carried, and Dahyun, being the supportive companion, lifted her and guided her to the tent. Sana, with Tzuyu nestled in her care, made her way towards the carriage. The horses, resting near the tent, added a serene touch to the quiet night, where dreams and reality intertwined under the gentle watch of the moon.