As Promised || CQL AU

Chapter 1

"你去死吧!" "你为什么要就我." "哪怕是一场春梦，我也不愿醒来."
"nǐ qù sǐ ba!" "nǐ wèishénme yào jiù wǒ?" "nǎ pà shì yīchǎng-chūnméng, wǒ yě bùyuàn xǐnglái."

Strange voices in a different language echoed through her head. The sound of the flute, of a stringed instrument, the soft bells, the gushing of the water...

It goes on until y/n can slowly see colors, then the colors took shapes, then these shapes turn into people. Men. Men in strange dresses, riding on horses, fights, ceremonies, "Weiying!" " LAN ZHAN!" "I-,I DON'T KNOW, I DON'T REALLY KNOW" "YOU SHOT HIM! GOOD WORK!" She saw it everything, she understood everything.

But what is this 'everything'? What world is this? Is this a book or a movie that she saw? And how is she suddenly able to understand the language?

When the people faded again into shapes, then shapes into colors, then the colors faded into nothing.

. . . . .

When she woke up, the first thing that got her attention was the swirling pictures above her. It moved in a counterclock-wise, and these pictures moved, goes on, just like a bunch of movies being crammed. And as these pictures moved, there followed a white wisp of smoke on it's trail. It then occurred to y/n that these pictures were actually the memories she saw. She tried to reach out, and as her fingertips touched the cold wisp, it all disappeared.

She pulled back her hand, and she closed her eyes. Behind her lids she saw the dreams again. Her skin crawled, and suddenly the room felt cold. Shivering, her head hurts from the sudden surge of the memories. The campaign. The Lotus Pier. Jacob. Cam. Her college graduation. Gusulan Sect. The Burial Mounds. It's all jumbled up. She can't no longer distinguish her own memory from the memories that weren't hers. It hurts. Her head hurts. It hurt everywhere, and she can feel her body temperature rising even though her fingertips felt cold. Suddenly, as if a door was closed, the memories were gone and she opened her eyes again.

When she opened her eyes for the second time, she saw that she was in a chamber with a glass ceiling and the crescent moon was shining through the glass panel. There were also constellations dotted along the sky, milky ways, and the whole sky was moving to the right, as if she was in a cubicle in space and it was turning. However, the moon remains unmoved. She felt so in awe with what she saw that she forgot what happened earlier.

"Glad you're awake." a voice echoed from the ear through the room. Y/n was so startled that she fell on the floor, only to realize that she was lying down on a tabletop adorned with strange carvings of characters. She looked around the room, and frowned. The sofa was the same as the one back at home. The TV, the bookshelf; when she looked back at the tabletop, it was no longer the one she was lying down before but instead it was the dinning table they had at home. Confused, she looked around once more and she there saw the picture frames- just like the ones back at home- instantly appeared whereas moments ago it wasn't there. There was something wrong with them. She came closer, only to realize-

That the pictures in the picture frame moved. Moved! Not only that, but it was as if they were video clips. The people in the pictures move about with their daily lives. Her eyes soften when she realized that the pictures were memories back at home. Her graduation. His graduation. The family photo. The photo with her friends. The time when they took a vacation. Feeling overwhelmed with the homesickness, she crumpled on the floor, feeling so empty yet her mind felt in was about to burst. Strangely though, when she tried to remember anything, it was as if looking at the mud; the memories were muddled. The picture frames only gave her the sense of familiarity and homesickness. But then again, it was like looking at a foggy mirror where you can't see anything except for the colors.