253 The Adventure Of A Drop Of Blood

Dorothy’s POV:

I was dead. I knew that.

Death was an extremely mysterious feeling. It seemed to be gentle but also painful. It was as if I was swimming in the water, but also as if I was falling endlessly into the universe. All the restraints had disappeared, and my broken body had become a thing of the past. Only a soul with no way back was left, wandering between heaven and earth.

Who would come to receive me?

Now that things had come to this, I was a little afraid. Did the Moon Temple welcome a believer of the Goddess of Fate? Could the River of Fate accept the shadow of moonlight?

I didn’t know. No one came.

A few hot tears fell on my body, penetrating my empty soul and leaving burn marks. Who was crying? My heart clenched as well. Although I couldn’t see or think of anything, where did this inexplicable sadness come from? I couldn’t even cry.

The tears fell and disappeared without a trace.

The confusion of chaos made me unable to think. I turned from a person into a cloud of air and seeped into the invisible time. This feeling wasn’t too good, but it wasn’t too bad either. Perhaps every soul would have to complete this final journey, so I easily accepted it.

I became boiling hot.

A pair of gentle hands locked me in the palm of their hands, and the whine made me cry. Before I could hear it clearly, the pair of hands threw me far away. Accompanied by the sharp cries of the baby, I sank into the waves under the witness of the dark clouds and the sea breeze disappearing among the rugged reefs.

The sea was cold, and the rough sand was not friendly. The curious fish kept probing around me. Their colorful fins stirred up the tiny water currents, slowly bringing me into the deep ocean.

I was melting. I was dissipating. I was becoming a drop of salt water in the ocean.

Perhaps it was because I wasn’t delicious. The fish soon lost their curiosity and disappeared, leaving me lying alone in the dark bottom of the sea.

I was a little sleepy.

I believed I’d come to the end of my life.

However, the bottom of the sea suddenly trembled. The sand and rocks vibrated because of the trembling. The fish fled because of the trembling. Lava gushed out from the cracks with scorching heat, lifting me like a bowl.

A smell saltier than the ocean enveloped my body. Someone said, “Look, what did I find?”

The lava gently wrapped around me and sank into the crack.

I was too tired and had no reason to keep awake, so I fell asleep in the warm cage.

After an unknown period, a storm came quietly.

A ship shaking on the verge of destruction struggled in the wind and rain. The sailors avoided the fallen mast with frightened expressions, and the passengers hiding at the bottom of the cabin shivered and prayed for the blessings of all kinds of gods. One of them was a woman hiding under a heavy cloak. For her lover’s life, she awakened a demon sleeping in the storm.

“What can you give me?” she asked, bringing the salty water vapor with her.

“I’m willing to give up everything,” she said.

The storm had stopped, and everyone was immersed in the destruction of surviving the disaster. Only the woman held the demon’s ‘gift’ thoughtfully and ignored her lover’s expression.

She hid me in a cloak, escaped the church’s pursuit, endured her lover’s betrayal, and finally came to a mountain range that snowed all year round. She started a new life with the gentle acceptance of her compatriots.

She no longer missed her lover, but her flesh and blood loss still tormented her heart day and night.

On a sleepless night, she thought of me.

The demon’s whisper still echoed in her ears. She didn’t care who I was. No matter if I had the noble blood of a god or an ordinary human, there was no difference to her. She just wanted a family member and was about to go crazy.

She couldn’t see what fate would bring her, but she would accept it no matter the result.

And so, I was born.

I’d grown up to be a mischievous little girl.

I’d grown into a slim and elegant young girl.

But how could the gift of fate come without a price?

Soon, she had to pay the price.

The appearance of her flesh and blood made her overjoyed. However, at that moment, the page that fate had been reluctant to show her was finally revealed.

She knew what was about to happen to her, but she didn’t care and didn’t want to resist.

After going through so much, she was already too tired. Her life had long been like an object outside her body. She was willing to give up everything for her family.

She also finally understood the price the demon had mentioned back then. It wasn’t a low-quality love born early, nor was it the first half of her life filled with anxiety and fear. In the devil’s play, she was willing to be the protagonist, using her life to play out an ancient Greek ethical tragedy as a gift to the devil.

She loved her son and me. She gave up her life for her son and her soul for me.

In the seal that engulfed everything, she pushed me away and said, “Run, child, and leave this place forever.”

Her daughter’s face was covered in tears when I looked at her.

“I love you,” she said.

“I’m sorry. Live on.”

Everything disappeared.

I left the snowy mountain and lived safely until I was old enough to have children. I married an honest farm owner and died on the day of delivery.

The god’s blood would kill me.

But I was god’s blood.

Who killed me?

Who was I?

I didn’t know. I became a chaotic soul again, drifting aimlessly in time, and then landed on a beautiful night with soft moonlight.

I had god’s blood.

I was Madeline.

I was…

Dorothy.