The Dragon King's Substitute Bride

Chapter 90

The Dragon King's Substitute Bride

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I opened my eyes, the sunlight filled my eyes and made the sea sparkle. The clouds gathered and condensed into the form of a bird that. simply drifted on the sea wind. The clouds caught fire, turning into a beautiful, glowing phoenix. It was like something from an old ta try. Sunlight danced through the clouds partings. I heard water.

The Phoenix stood before me, taking on my appearance, but her eyes filled with a knowing glint of gold.

"They were your past lives, weren't they?"

"Our," she said with a smile. "Our past lives."

My heart leaped into my throat. "I don't understand... all the pain, all the suffering."

The Phoenix nodded, her eyes filled with compassion.

"It is a heavy burden to bear," she said, her voice filled with a sense of understanding. "But it is a burden we carry."

"Why?" I asked, my voice filled with a mixture of confusion and despair. "Why did we have to

suffer so much?"

The Phoenix smiled. "Because there is no joy without suffering."

"But why must it be me? Us?"

Of the hundreds and thousands of creatures in existence, why did it have to be us?

She sighed. "We were born in war. Born of war... Born of the suffering caused when those three are left to their own devices. We were also born of hope. And loneliness and despair. She chuckled, shaking her head. "Haven't you read the Loneliness of a Single Flame?" recognized the phrase. It was a book of poetry that my dad used to read to me. I had always. thought that it was so sad that there was hope in it, too.

It dreams of kindling, of a warmth so bright,

when it won't face the endless

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what would a single

Without dark to illuminate.

flame remain, grow,

Without kindling?

tiny sun beneath the vast

sun without

that we suffer a few moments of despair, than allow them to destroy all of

set my-jaw.

chuckled. "Do you? You are the one who will

"What?"

chosen. That circumstances aligned just so that you were the one to take

mean to say that my dad had to

is more than a symbol of rebirth in life. We are the crossroads between this world and the next. Between life and death. We are, essentially, the veil. for those who cannot cross that veil, like our husband and his troublesome in-laws, how could they ever hope to rule

have an answer

"Come. I'll show you."

light. The soft, golden radiance that filled the air was filled with a strange, comforting peace. I wasn't

seemed to shift and grow into a grand, prayers ancient tree, its branches reaching up

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sound and the man

It was my father.

himself, 1 recognized his medicine-making technique anywhere. I could almost smell it. There was a long line of faceless people near the cloud. I flew over them and hovered just above the line as one of them drifted down onto his oud. The soul came to him, faintly glowing. The forms suddenly turned into a

one. How can I

I watched him. He didn't look up, but I didn't need him to. I was close enough to

the way I used to as he

heart swelling with a mix of pride and all the grief

who plotted his death and still. completely unable to do what he loved. To see him able to do that to be as selfless, devoted, and caring as he had always been and could never completely be in life, eased my heart. I had never seen him so happy. I knew his real love had always been healing. I had always known that running the family had never given him any happiness.