The Step Of Palimpsest
#4

The Pursuit of Revenge.

The idea of the book came spontaneously. When I was doing nothing, just relaxing in the courtyard of the village house as the wind made the harmony of the swaying tree leaves. Such an atmosphere calmed my heart as I was searching for an online writing contest. It was then that the idea of the story came suddenly, I myself did not understand how it could happen. On the same day, I opened my laptop and made a description.

The name of the main character and the main auxiliary character, the synopsis, then make the plot line overnight even though it is still not finished. I estimate that my novel will be finished at least close to the average number of pages of the novel, which is 300-500 pages. In fact 457 pages is the total expiry, including prologues and epilogues. Publishing the novel was indeed a pride that would not be understood by ordinary people. That day on August 8th was my unforgettable record.

The dreams I dreamed of with her. I never shut up about my aspirations as a writer, and how I became the most proficient person in Indonesian language lessons in school until those who thought I was nothing recognized me because they understood my abilities. How happy I am to meet literary elements. Various competitions of prose, short stories, poetry, I've been running. I'll never shut up how good I am at language. Not until I become a writer who has published his book.

But if this is how it will be? Is my goal finally achieved still meaningful?

"Dommy, please, look at us" said the voice of a hopeful and compassionate mother.

Her delicate palm caressed my arm which I could not afford. With excruciating pain pierced my muscles and nerves every time the blood in the veins flowed. Yes, my whole body is in agony. It felt like when it was time to die but still be forced to live. I have to open my eyes even though tears are flowing. I have to breathe even though it feels like my lungs are breathing air full of toxins.

Who is he referring to? My name is Karmina. I'm not Dominique, then this body is very small. For the 25 years I have lived, I have never felt this much pain. This pain is beyond my tolerance and I cannot control this body at all.

"Dominique, what are you feeling right now? Say." This time it was a grown man. The voice of a father stroking the precious hair of his son.

I need time to accept the situation that has happened and think for the future.

"Leave ... kan .. I .. myself ..." My throat was hoarse and sore, like swallowing a fish's thorn.

I'm not their son. I don't have to feel sorry for them. I can only feel sorry for myself because I am suffering now. My imagination is indeed high compared to others, but not to this extent either. Why is it in Dominique's body? Shouldn't this kid have died from drowning? Ah, I swear, my chest hurts so much. Is it because it consumes too much sea water?

I ... can see all Dominique's memories. Childhood, witchcraft accident, boy party, and until this drowning incident I can remember. Yes, the perpetrator of Dominique's death is the same as in my novel. My 25-year memory is jumbled with the memory of 16-year-old Dominique. My head is dizzy, the memory of this girl is shrinking with my memory from toddler to 16 years.

"You're not Dominique Ginova, am I right?" The voice of the adult man contained words that were calculating, there was also no tone of affection like that.

A bluish-white glow shone over my head. I was curious, and then I looked towards them to find out what was going on. The man - his eyes and hair are green toska—komat-kamit spoke a magic spell with his mouth. Meanwhile his palm was floating above my head with a blinding light to the eyes. A light more blinding than darkness at the end of the trough. The holy light of magic was read aloud which he had already memorized out of his head, leaving me unable to think of anything else other than a spell that riveted my imagination.

It read, "under my lips I said a good thing. In my mind was inscribed Harkat Meraki and to always be generous giving a helping hand. On the reflection of my eyes reflected the nabastala full of glittering star clusters. I will open the age atma my son, so that I will not have coercion in my own flesh and blood!"

My body was weak, I was so caught off guard by the spell that hypnotized my subconscious. I don't know what this man did, but the woman who appeared to be his wife - her eyes and hair color was like an amethyst - who was sitting next to the man while putting her hands together and bowing her head, it was the gesture of someone praying. Though the light above my head was still brightly lit even making my head hurt, but why could I still pay attention to the others?

Large and magnificent room. Even the doors and windows are big. Including my bed has a roof on it. It's like the dream bed of all the little kids in the world. Dreaming of having a room and a bed of a royal princess, but the daughter of a witch family becomes. I remember describing this room when Dorothy visited Dominique's room after her sister was gone. The floor of the room is as smooth as the floor in the dance hall, both the color of the floor and the walls are yellowish-beige base-plus other patterns-so that this room will be able to reflect the heat of the sun.

This magic light can also be reflected on the walls and windows so sparkling the floor of this room. Slowly but surely the light dimmed. My eyes swirled and twitched like a lack of blood. The man pulled his hand closer to him. His face looked disappointed and filled with sadness. Of course, his son's soul was no longer in his body, but was filled by an alien soul. Will I be cast out like an evil spirit in the film that forces to inhabit the body it possesses?

"In addition to Dominique, you're from another world. To be sure, I feel your soul is very strong. You're lucky to find my son's body as your container. Because he will be the successor to the Ginova family, a family of magicians who got the gift after watching how the magic in this world in action spins the wheel of life."

I feel better than before.

Meanwhile, the man did not answer, but remained silent. The melancholy air of these two men broke into all corners of the room. They are mourning. Their beloved son is no more. It is precisely with my being in this improper body that this will exacerbate the pressure of their souls. It is better if they themselves cremate Dominique's body with holy magic fire, than to see the body of their child who is still breathing and fresh-faced but only as a puppet.

Finally, he could not hold back his tears. The husband can only embrace it to strengthen each other. However, I'm sure the head of this family is equally hurt. Ah, let me be cursed by a pair of parents who are heartbroken at the loss of their baby. Let them drive me out like a demon who likes to take what is not his.

I just want to take a nap to continue my journey as a writer. Now I'm forgetting the inspiration I dug out from my bedtime scenario. No, it doesn't matter anymore.

"Please stay in Dominique's body."

"What?"

"I've seen the big line. You recognize the situation around the Ginova family, don't you?"

"Yes ... I know better than anyone."

"Good, then, sign like Dominique, who used to be until your twin sister, Dorothy, realized for herself that her brother after the drowning incident was no longer her sister" she said, with a frown.

"Theomund Ginova, do you think that's the right thing to do?! We can't hide this from Dormy!"

"Calm down, Lesya. Dorothy always comes to me with questions and I always give her satisfactory answers. I just need time to compile a proper answer if it's time Dorothy realizes the change in Dominique."

"How did this happen? Who could have harmed Dommy?"

Theomund exhaled. "It's not time we talked about that, is it? Give the sick man time to heal himself first."

"If the culprit had run away?"

"There is magic as a witness. Don't worry, Lesya. We'll uncover it together."

Every wizard in the novel world was born into the Ginova family. Dominique and Dorothy's magic power is no joke. They can easily hollow out hundreds of years old banyan trees that are already very thick stems. So to fight against humans they must be superior, provided that the opponent is still one there are two people only, maximum can handle three people if forced themselves to use stronger magic.

If the person is that much, of course there will be found a form of resistance on Dominique's body. However, what if Dominique faced someone who could make him not have time to fight because he had the strength of more than a hundred soldiers.

"I know what it is."

Cashel Valera, Casildo Valera's father, was none other than Dominique's father-in-law, who sought to eliminate him.