BXBX NOVEL Chapter 490 The Mark
As if sensing her internal struggle, Hunter\'s presence offered a steady anchor. He remained patient, allowing her to navigate the tide of emotions and revelations. Alicia\'s conflicted gaze flitted between the ancient writings and Hunter\'s intense eyes, seeking answers to questions that extended beyond the boundaries of logic.
A whisper of vulnerability edged into her voice. "Are these... memories? Or am I... imagining things?"
Hunter\'s response held a soothing reassurance. "They\'re not mere imaginings, Alicia Queen. They are glimpses into the threads of a history that connects you to something far greater than the present."
Alicia\'s breath trembled as the weight of understanding settled upon her. "A history that... that defies time?"
Hunter nodded, his gaze unwavering. "A history that intertwines souls across the ages, shaping destinies and weaving a tapestry of experiences."
With every passing moment, Alicia\'s internal struggle intensified. The skepticism that had initially coloured her perception was now entwined with a growing acceptance of the inexplicable. She grappled with the idea that her existence transcended her current reality, that her soul bore the imprints of lives lived before—a notion that tugged at the boundaries of her understanding.
Hunter\'s presence felt like an anchor in the sea of uncertainty. His words carried a quiet conviction. "It\'s a lot to absorb, Alicia. A journey of self-discovery and revelation that will reshape your understanding of identity and purpose."
The weight of the revelations bore down on her, leaving Alicia torn between the familiarity of her own reality and the intriguing possibility that lay before her—a journey that would unearth ancient truths and unlock the depths of her own soul.
As the room\'s artefacts seemed to whisper their secrets, Alicia\'s gaze returned to the portrait that bore an uncanny resemblance to her. The features of the past and present converged, blurring the lines between the ages. The sensation of being caught in the ebb and flow of time was both unsettling and exhilarating.
Hunter\'s voice cut through her contemplation, gentle yet resolute. "Take your time, Alicia. This is a profound revelation, and the journey ahead will be one of profound transformation."
Alicia\'s gaze met his, a storm of emotions swirling within her. Her internal struggle continued, but beneath the uncertainty was a burgeoning curiosity—a curiosity that beckoned her to embrace the mystery before her and embark on a journey that would bridge the gap between her present self and the echoes of history.
"If... if what you say is true, if I carry the essence of an ancestor within me," she began tentatively, "what... does that mean for my future?"
Hunter\'s eyes held a depth of understanding. "It means that the past, present, and future are intricately interwoven. It means that your journey holds significance not just for you but for the entirety of our shared history."
Alicia\'s uncertainty mingled with a newfound sense of purpose. She looked around the room, the artefacts seeming to echo with whispers of forgotten stories. The weight of her choices and the responsibility of her connection to the past rested upon her shoulders.
None of it made sense to Alicia. The weight of the revelations settled heavily upon her, a mix of emotions swirling within her like a turbulent storm she couldn\'t escape.
"Would you like to take a break and return to the main event? I do not wish to overwhelm you," Hunter\'s voice offered a lifeline amidst the chaos.
Alicia\'s head shook in a feeble attempt to clear her thoughts. As a tear inexplicably escaped her eye, she quickly wiped it away, her sniffling echoing the confusion that gripped her.
"I should... I should believe that my soul went on a journey. That is... that is what you are saying?" Her voice was a whisper, trembling with disbelief and uncertainty.
How was it that just one slip a year ago had messed her up this much?
Hunter\'s words floated in the air, almost surreal. She struggled to absorb their meaning, the unknown threatening to consume her.
"You were present in body but not in essence. The mystery surrounding your identity can\'t be explained away by mere chance. And like I said earlier, you may not get it since you\'ve only unlocked half of you and not the other half—"
"Hold on!" Exhaustion edged her voice, a trembling hand halting his words.
"What do I have to do with all this? Let\'s say it\'s a coincidence that this woman looks like me. Let\'s even say I believe the crazy tale about my soul going on a journey on its own and dwelling in the past. What... what does it all have to do with me now? Why did you want me to come here?" She asked, her voice a mix of exhaustion and frustration.
Hunter\'s gaze bore into her, intense and understanding. A mixture of urgency and empathy radiated from his eyes, making her feel both drawn to his words and apprehensive of them.
"You carry half the soul of our ancestor. His essence—the essence of his wolf\'s life—flows within you."
Alicia\'s incredulous laughter was a reflexive response, disbelief washing over her like a tidal wave. She couldn\'t wrap her mind around what he was suggesting.
"You\'re saying I carry someone else\'s soul within me?"
Hunter\'s gentleness contrasted with the gravity of his words. His soothing tone seemed to cushion the impact of the revelation, though it did little to alleviate her confusion.
"Not just anyone\'s, but that of a pivotal figure in our history. You bear a mark that signifies this connection, one that ties all of us together."
Her fingers moved unconsciously to her neck, where she had felt the inexplicable discomfort. Her touch lingered there, as if seeking reassurance or anchoring herself amidst the turmoil.
"I don\'t... I don\'t have any marks on me." She stuttered.