Episode 20

Letting go

Doesn't mean giving up.

But rather

Accepting that

There are things

That cannot

Be.

'Click, Bang'! The policeman pulled the trigger, sending a bullet, fast in pace, through the killer's chest. His eyes widened in astonishment as he gazed at the wound, a bloody whole in his chest. His strong grip on the little girl loosened quite a bit and she broke free from his arms, splatters of blood droplets coloured her pale face. The killer dropped to his knees and then fell to the floor as scarlet blood pooled around him, a metalic smell tainting the air. Her salty tears started to fall again, washing away the blood. Her lips trembled as they held back the heart wrenching sobs.

Other police officers swarmed around her. They asked a bunch of questions, but to the little girl, it went through one ear and out the next. It was as if she's there physically but her soul had already left her body.

The memory blurrs and I have already become a sobbing mess on the ground. My chest aches painfully at the scarring memory.

"I dont get it. For years I've tried to remeber that night but nothing came up except for nausea. I-I h..how...did...why."

I could barely pronounce proper semtences as my whole body is overcome with grief. The pain of losing your parents is something no one can imagine.

The regal voice spoke again but his tone held much more respect in it than previosuly.

"Congratulations. You are the first person to have been able to make it through the whole process of reliving a traumatizing memory the brain once blocked out. Others have tried before but they're soul power was too weak. And so died in the garden of forgotten memories. Which is where we are now." I just stare blankly at the shadowy abyss. How is this something to feel congratulatory about. I just re- watched the death of my parents and this old dusty bastard has the nerve to say congratulations.

"Where's my prize?" I say. My tone is blunt and straight to the point. I guess it shocked the spirit because he coughed before speaking.

"Ahem. Just walk to the door and open it again. All of the treasures inside heavenly pavillion will be yours. A little information on it is that Heavenly pavillion is a spiritual dimension that only has 1 master every millenia. You will be the 500th master so plase take care of it and contiue its legacy. I will be leaving now. Any questions you have, jusr go inside the library pavillion and everything will be answered."

By now I am calm and not as distraught as I was previously. My mind and heart is clear. The tight knot that constantly made me feel as if something was missing has now unraveled and I feel free. Even though my earthly parents are dead, I am grateful for the 7 years of delightful memories we had with eachother. Now that I think about it there is an uncanny resemblence between the two and my parents on this plane of existence. Hmmm thats weird. I will gather some information on that later. My mind can't take any more trauma.

The door appears in front of me again and I twist the handle. Slowly the door opens witu a creaking sound and the sight that greets me is mesmerizing. A blinding light has me squinting my eyes but the beauty of it all is not obscured as it stands tall in perfection and awe-inspiring. My eyes are filled with stars at the sight and a gasp escapes my throat. I can't believe it. Like, Woahhhhh!!!

Clear green patches of grass stretch for miles and miles. A crystal clear lake filled with various types of fishes glimmer in delight while butterflies fly around in great splendor. A seven story pagoda is built high in the sky. An ancient spiritual aura clinging onto the majestic building. There is a nice cozy cabin a little ways over with the title 'Bùxiû Měirén' meaning Immortal Eastern Beauty.

"Hmmm. I like the sound of that. Nice." Doing a little more exploring I enter the cottage like manor. Though the outside makes it seems as though the place is warm and cozy the inside is a completely different story. With shiny floors made out of white jade and dark mahogany cealings, its a sight to behold. Shelves upon shelves of books are lined up neatly in alphabetical order, not a speck of dust in sight. All of a sudden the door opens and a toddler around the age of 3 walks in. He is dawned in a purple robe with golden phoenix wings sown on in the front. A little hand sown knapsack is tied around his waist while charcoal black hair is tied up neatly in a traditional bun, a single silver hairpin inserted through it.

Taking notice of my infant form crawling about the place his sword like eyebrows scrunch up in confusion. Awwwwwwww so cute! I just wanna squeeze those delicious steamed buns.

"Hey!? Whats a baby doing in heavenly pavillion."

It felt as though I was struck with a bolt of lightening. Who in the hell is he talking to because it can't be me!?

"Who are you calling a baby. You're a baby, your whole family's a baby. I'll have you know that I am a big girl. Mommy said so." I smile proudly at that. Mommy said I was a big girl, who's he calling a baby? Do I look like a mirror? Hmph.

He pouts. Big doughy cheeks puff up in anger at my insult.

"This is the new master eh. I guess she'll do." Saying that, he then transforms into that of a baby bird. Lavender and teel feathers glow vibrantly im the light as they cover his plump body.

"Hello new master. I am the legendary mytthical and gorgeous, Vermillion Bird sent to guard this place. Since you are a baby I think that it would be best if I transform to the size of a baby too, so that there wont be too much of a height distance." What'd he just say. Oh my gosh. This is too much.