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(Head on to Dreambelt to read previous chapters of My Bed is a Portal.)
Feige had once again become a completely deserted island blanketed by a golden cloudless sky. Not too long ago, an ill-fated young man, carried by the infamous billow of the Feige waters, had been washed ashore and doomed to live in amnesiac solitude.
When he woke up, all he had in memory were methods of survival, basic facts he needed, and a name—Adimlen Vorgwen—which he concluded was probably his. But one thing was for sure, and not once did he ever doubt this particular speculation. He believed the reason he was cast away in this island, with a significant portion of his memory erased, was that something about him forbade his existence in his homeland.
If he only knew how very true that was.
So now, with the help of two strangers, he had finally succeeded in fleeing the forsaken island, leaving it the way it was before—ignored and uninhabited.
And it should remain like that for another long while unless someone would fall into the misfortune of accidental transports courtesy of erratic portals.
However, such was not the case this time.
Amidst the tranquility of the aquatic surface, the gigantic ridge emerged like an irate outburst and swiftly approached the coast. Then a series of resounding splashes could be heard against the boulders situated along the shoreline. And in an instant, the colossal wave crumbled into smaller ripples as the frothy water retreated humbly from the beach, revealing fresh feminine footprints pointing towards the mainland.
And at the end of the trail stood a divine beauty draped in white cloak, bearing the holy crest of Belva, which had been bestowed upon her before she left the sanctuary. Zay wouldn’t let her go without it. That’s why Cil Fa Yien had no other choice but to agree to her best friend’s request.
So now here she was to fulfill a promise, which would also mark the beginning of her own personal mission—the very reason why she had to enter and then leave Belva. She had been strolling along the coastline for a while now, looking for any sign of the lone denizen presently struggling for his survival in this deserted island. She came to take him away and back to where he should be sitting gloriously right at this moment.
But oddly enough, it looked like her objective seemed to have slipped away without her knowledge. Not that she was really keeping an eye on him nor had kept him in detention. It’s just that he simply had no other way of getting out of the island except through that dream scheme he had devised. And during his first attempt to execute the plan, they had bumped into each other in dream land. That’s how she learned of the man’s misfortune.
Finally, she found the proof that someone had actually lived here. Behind a thick row of shrubs was a man-made cavity in the ground. Its mouth was big enough to fit one person crawling in.
“So this is what he used to put himself to sleep,” Cil smiled to herself, impressed with his ingenuity. “Not bad.”
But it looked like he was finally able to flee the island. And along with some comrades, too, it seemed. Cil bent over to examine the aperture more closely. Surrounding the mouth were two sets of scuttled footprints, not identical but both bigger than hers, which told her that they belonged to two different men.
“Someone else was here?” she wondered skeptically. “But who would bother…”
Then she remembered that actually there were people who wanted him—
Dead.
And that was what she feared most: for them to get to him first.
I have to make sure. She thought to herself, as she made her way back to the shoreline while looking far off the still waters. And with one commanding flail of her arm, the giant wave came rumbling forward once again to fetch its lone client and take her to wherever she desired.
