How could she die? How could she die? Jocelyn was incredulous.
He threw the files aside and ran downstairs, crossing the brightly lit streets. He rushed back to the station, grabbed the sleeping Great Elder, and shook him desperately: "Tell me, where is she? Why am I alive? What's the matter with this divine power? What did she do?"
His eyes were bloodshot and his expression was crazy.
The elder was horrified and said subconsciously, "King, it was Kalpana. She saved you."
Ruoslan froze, and suddenly fell to the ground, choking out, "It's actually... her." He covered his face with his hands and suddenly burst into tears, his shoulders trembling slightly.
"Ahem, after the accident, you were taken back to the courtyard, and then sent back again a year later."
The elder covered his neck and coughed desperately: "At that time, we all thought you were dead, but Kalpana said that you were just sleeping and would wake up soon."
"And then?"
Jocelyn rested his forehead against the floor, tears streaming through his fingers.
"Later," the Great Elder said with difficulty, unable to contain his tears, "The Snow Nation was sealed off. It wasn't until three years later when the Sea Clan visited us, bringing with them a perfectly sealed box, that we learned that Kalpana had actually broken into the Church alone and killed the Pope, who had been secretly and brutally hunting the elves."
The Great Elder looked at his king with sorrowful eyes: "King, it turns out that those compatriots who disappeared over the past ten thousand years were not playing around, nor did they deliberately not return home. They were simply killed." They were cruelly bled to death and merged into the refining pool, becoming sacrifices for the Pope to resurrect the gods.
The Great Elder couldn't help but think of the pool of blood. Those were all his people.
For thousands of years, the tribe has been disappearing.
The Great Elder wiped away a tear and said, "Not only that, the Church has also set up altars for other races for tens of thousands of years."
During these tens of thousands of years, no one discovered the evil deeds done by the Church. Some even worshipped it as a god and worshipped it as the sun... But then Her Excellency Kalpana appeared.
She single-handedly overturned the entire church and established a new world.
Dragons, dwarves, orcs, giants, humans... and so on, everyone ushered in a new light.
But the incredibly powerful Siren declared that she was the Elf King's eternal believer and would fight for him her whole life. Statues of the gods were then erected across the continent, and everyone once again offered their faith, fanatically worshipping the gods they believed in.
Tears welled up in the eyes of the great elder: "King, Kalpana is everyone's benefactor, and you are the god to all of us."
God came to the world to save people, but they regarded God as their enemy, resented and hated him, and even expelled him from the country to wander on the continent. Whenever the elder thought of the suffering the king had endured, he felt endless regret.
"God? Haha."
Ruoslan burst into tears, heartbroken and unable to breathe: "What kind of god am I?"
He was nothing but an immoral creature, a villain who repaid kindness with enmity. It was her, it was Kalpana... Joslan suddenly stood up and stumbled towards the door. The elder was stunned and hurried to chase him, but Joslan now had boundless power and disappeared as soon as the elder ran to the door.
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On an autumn night, the sky was high and the dew was heavy. A crescent moon hung quietly in the sky. The cold moonlight shone down on it, forming a thick layer that was so dark.
Under the moonlight, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in the vast field. He stumbled along the weed-covered path until a vast forest appeared in his sight, with a small house standing quietly at the edge of the forest.
The man paused, then began to run, stumbling through the broken door. "Kalpana!"
The rustling of the birds startled a flock of flying birds. The room was dark and silent without any echo. Joslan stood stiffly at the door. After a moment, he walked in slowly, came to the bed, looked at the dust-covered bed, climbed up and slowly lay down.
He curled up into a ball, buried his face in his chest, and whispered, "Kalpana."
Outside the window, the wind was rustling, and under the cold moonlight, the occasional cry of a nightingale could be heard. The night gradually deepened.
After an unknown amount of time, the sky brightened and the sunlight outside the window was dazzling. Joslan slowly opened his eyes. Birds chirped in the yard. He slowly turned his head. The house was full of cobwebs, the furniture was rotten, and there was dust everywhere.
His dazed eyes turned away, he stood up and walked towards the stairs, going up step by step.
The stairs creaked, dust flew down, and they swayed as if they would break in the next second. Joslan stood in front of the door for a long time, and finally raised his hand to push it open, revealing a room full of light.
The furniture is brand new, the bedding has a faint fragrance, and it is clean and tidy, as if someone still lives in the room.
Jocelyn's dull eyes suddenly flashed with great surprise. He rushed into the bedroom, bathroom, and cloakroom, shouting, "Kalpana! Kalpana! Where are you? I'm back."
The room was empty and silent. Jocelyn suddenly knelt on the ground and broke down crying.
"I was wrong. I know I was wrong."
"Please, come out and see me, okay? I'll never treat you like that again. I'll do anything you ask me to do."
“Please…”
When the wind blows, the wind chimes by the window sway, making beautiful music.
Roslan slowly turned his head, staring blankly at the wind chime. Suddenly, he stood up and walked over, raising his hand to gently touch the "ding-ling-ding-ling" sound. He began to rummage through the boxes and drawers, and finally saw a line of words on the first page of "A Brief History of Elves":
Don’t miss me, don’t regret me, don’t look back, I’m not here anymore.
The young man with silver hair and silver eyes, dressed in a snow-white robe with spots on it, had trembling pupils, trembling lips, and finally his whole face trembled. He fell into great grief, opened his mouth, and cried silently.
Thousands of miles high in the sky, Gouzi had a complicated expression: "Is that really it? You won't give him a chance?"
"To die alone is the ending I chose for him." Xihe said lightly.
The dog was startled.
Xihai turned around and said, "Let's go to the next world."
The dog quickly followed.
After that, people passing by accidentally discovered that the cabin in the forest was replanted with flowers and plants. The small animals watched silently until they were sure there was no danger, then they tentatively entered and saw a young man in a red robe in the yard.
The young man bent over, carefully tending to the flowers and plants bit by bit, with an empty expression.
The small animals were watching the new world, and unexpectedly saw the young man's hand holding the shovel, which was covered with scars and the wounds penetrated deep into the bone marrow. They widened their eyes, but before they could react, they saw the young man took out a dagger and stabbed it into the chest. Blood flowed all over his body and finally seeped into his bloody clothes.
The little animals were frightened and ran away screaming.
The young man looked down at his palms full of blood, crying and laughing: "Why, why?"
Ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years passed, the sea turned into mulberry fields, the land turned into ocean, the world no longer looked the same as it did before, but the wooden house by the forest still stood, and in it lived an immortal young man who was immortal.
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