Revelation
"Hm."
Cale heard a groan. No, it was him who groaned. It's been a while since he regained consciousness but remained still so that he's be able to know his kidnappers.
He already doubted that there is actually one. Who would kidnap a totally normal kid with a decent amount of money and never had an enemy (Or so he thought so) in a clear bright day with someone with him? No one, right?
However, he still decided to stay for the possibility for it to be a high-grade witch or wizard wanting sacrifices for their liege type of scenario that he'd seen from the muggles' book. However, no sound nor footsteps can be heard even after now. So he then took the initial to open his eyes and adjusted to the light of the area.
"Where am I?"
He looks around his surroundings. He can see everything, at the same time, He sees nothing. It was all white. No other visible matter nor color can be seen. It made him somewhat uncomfortable and unusually calm.
"What is this place?"
He then looked down below him. It is also white. It almost feels like he's in the thing what the muggles says 'heaven'. But he sees no god, nor do he believe such being actually exist. No, he just actually didn't want them to exist.
Cale take a step forward while assessing the floor. It doesn't seem to be the clouds as it's as hard as the ground. So, he decided to continue the seemingly endless path in front of him. He get tired after a few step so he stops wherever he is now.
'There are really nothing around'. Cale sat on the floor as he recalls why he's here in the first place. He remembered them entering the Diagon Alley to buy new stuffs for Ron and his siblings -because they finally can afford one- and remember entering Flourish and Blotts with his mother, Ron, and Ginny without the twin -who runs off- and Percy -who has something else to do- to buy required books. He took a stroll around a bit, and he saw a strange looking book.
"What was that book's title again?" He asked out loud, knowing he's the only one around.
"How to Die Peacefully by Yours Truly."
"Ah that's right. But the author it's not you-AH!" Cale opened his eyes slowly as he speaks and realized that someone else answered in his stead.
He screamed after he saw a man in a full white suit which fits the color of that man's hair. His Pale brown skin and his black eyes contrasted all color that's been here till now.
"Ah. Sorry." The man apologized but his chuckled says otherwise.
"Who are you? Where is this place?" Cale asked, as sharp as it can be. His mom told him not to talk to a stranger cause 'stranger is danger' but probably the only choice in this situation.
"Ah~ That glare. I missed that one." The man said as he sat to the magically appeared working table with the familiar book on it.
"That book.." I immediately notice the book that cause all of this.
"Yes, This book. Cale, no, Mikhael Weasley, do you know the reason why you are here and Who am I?" The man asked as he used both of his hands to support his chin.
"Would I ask if I know." Cale furrow his brows even more as the man chuckled even more.
Somehow, his laugh pissed Cale off to the bone.
"Haha, I guess you're right. But you already know me, right? You just said it before you passed out."
Before I passed out? He thought as he gather more detail before he ended up here. He heard his mother and brother calling his name. But before that...
"That motherfucking god of death." Cale mumbled as he heard another laugh.
"HAHAHAH As I expected! You are still the Cale I loved HAHAHAH" The Man Laughed uncontrollably.
'Is he mental?'
It seems like the man know his thought, he answered,
"No, I'm not crazy and yes, I am the one and only god of death, the one who's responsible for taking care of deaths. At your service."
The man said as his demeanor changes into serious mode as he said his title. Although all Cale could only hear obnoxious voice in the end.
"God of death? Did I die? Why so sudden?" Cale asked. He's totally in confusion right now and have hundreds of questions to ask.
"Don't worry, you're just asleep." The man reassured but it didn't help at all.
"Sleep? Then how in the Merlin's sake am I here?"
"Hm... You see, sleep is like a temporary death. When you're asleep, you are in between of life and death. It will be just decided if you keep going to sleep forever or woke up. Got the explanation? Well, Have a seat." He explained as another magical couch appeared next the table.
"So, any other questions?" The man offered him a tea like a waiter in a cafe or something but with floating teapot.
"Why am I here?"
Another silence met the until Cale heard the man 'hm'-ed. It seems like he has so many things to say and is troubling where to start.
"Mikhael 'Cale' Weasley. You are not supposed to be here, in this world." He starts his answer.
'...'
"What do you mean?" Cale asked in a low voice as he can't comprehend what he meant by that clearly.
"As I said, you are not supposed to be born here. However, as faith involves itself, it means you are fated to be here. Maybe for a purpose, maybe not."
"Can you explain a little further? Wait, no, I'm actually not curi-" He changed his mind but got ignored by the latter.
"Hm. I guess it will be hard to just explain it when you don't remember. Well then, let me just show you some. Although it'll hurt a little." The man said as he got up from his seat and walk towards Cale. He leaned his index finger until it touches Cale's forehead and a black light shone.
"Agh!" Cale felt an intense pain he'd never experience in his entire life. Who the hell is that bastard to say it's a little?!
However, his mind did not keep his old for too long as his vision began to fade yet again as he saw an unfamiliar yet familiar scene.
"Kim Rok Soo!"
"Is he good?" Mrs. Weasley asked to the nurse in front of her.
"Don't worry, Mrs. Weasley, Your son just passed out." The Nurse said as they looked at Cale who's lying on the bed, with his siblings sitting next to him.
"But why all of a sudden? Is there any reason why he passed out? Is walking that much is too much for my son?" She asked worriedly.
"No, it's not physical exhaustion. It's more likely to be a mental strain as I can't see anything wrong with him physically. Except for being exceptionally weak. Is there a ring of bell?" The nurse asked as Mrs. Weasley looked on the ground in guilt.
"That's right! Cale is afraid of the Diagon Alley!" Ron chimed that made Mrs. Weasley nodded in response.
"Yes. A year ago, when we were in this alley, he got separated from us in the crowd for hours. We eventually found him near the dark alley, with a white-haired kid with him. He seems so pale that time and was on the ground so we knew that the kid did something to him. I knew it bothered him but good grace, to think that I've underestimated it..." She said as she held Ron for a support as he returned it with a hug to comfort his mother.
"So that was the reason. Don't worry, Ma'am. There are ways to let him get over that trauma so please be extra sensitive to his reaction that might remind him of the event. Especially when there are many wizards that is so full on themselves." The nurse said as she leaves the door.
Mrs. Weasley then walked towards her children and held Cale's hand tightly. "I'm sorry." She mumbled sincerely. Not knowing how they misunderstand Cale's actions.
"Kim rok soo!" Cale look at the scene where a brown-haired man giddily called the black-haired man whose name is Kim Rok Soo.
"What?" The man, Kim Rok Soo, asked flatly.
"That's rude! Call this Hyung with respect!"
"Choi Jung Soo"
"Call this HYUNG with respect." Choi Jung Soo insisted as KRS Sighed.
"Jung Soo-ssi"
"AHGH Call me Hyungggg " CJS Grinned after thinking that KRS Is finally giving in but...
"You." He pouted at the latter's response as they heard a laugh. It is another man with a long black hair.
"Don't Laugh, team leader!"
"It's Hyung." He said in a serious tone as they heard a slight chuckle coming from KRS.
The other two smiled at their accomplishment.
Cale looked at them. Why is that bastard making him see this? What's the relation of this to his simple question?
He doesn't know. He just looked at them and saw a huge monster slowly walking towards them.
He can't do anything as he couldn't move at all as his eyes widened and immediately shouted "Watch out!"
However, the said monster and people banished with another scene appearing. This time, he is in an unknown room with a person in the corner of the wall near a large bed with three peculiar people and creature looking at the mentioned person.
He saw the man, holding a piece of paper in front of him. The man looked familiar somehow. He subconsciously touched his hair that keeps on growing without him cutting it.
'It looks the same.'
He let that thought go when he look at a black blob with a prince-like person looking at that man on the corner.
He felt a pang in his heart as he gripped it tightly. It was a strange sensation that he couldn't let go whenever he saw that... dragon.
'Why am I like this?'
'Why do I feel like this?'
'What is my relation to them?'
'I've never met them before.'
Endless thought contained him, but he saw the man became extremely pale when he look at the paper's content.
Cale decided to look at the paper and read, 'Cale Henituse, no, Kim Rok Soo. You are not supposed to be here. You are supposed to die.'
'What is this? This man is that, Kim Rok Soo? It doesn't make any sense. Why does it exactly what that god told me?'
However, that's not the only thing that bothered him. He looks at the name of the man now. Cale... Henituse?
Is it coincidence that they have the same name? But the H...
He looks at the hidden necklace on his neck that has a pendant on it that is the letter H. That necklace has been with him since birth.
'It's not possible, right? Could it be that I-' Before he had a chance to continues his thoughts, the scene changes.
He saw many people in front of him. Some are old and some are young. Different races, different hair colors, different ages, but... why does he feel like this?
He felt... they are the same...
FAMILY
Something inside him is shouting unfamiliar word.
"Human!" Cale looked at the dragon that is in the center of the people who're looking at him with longingly, admiration, and warmth.
"Welcome home... Cale"
Drip. Drip.
"Ha."
He can't understand.
"Why."
He's in pain.
"Why..."
He's at loss.
"Don't worry, Cale. You don't need to burden yourself more than you are now. Remember, we're your home. As you are ours."
Tears keeps flowing out of his eyes for unknown reason.
"Whether you are Kim Rok Soo, Cale Henituse, Cale Weasley, or whoever you are, you are still our Cale, our guardian, our savior. No matter what, no matter when. Remember we're always waiting for you."
"No, don't go!" He can't let them go. Even if he can't exactly comprehend this feeling, even if he had no Idea who they are,
He shouted,
"Please!"
He pleaded,
"Don't leave me!"
He begged,
"Stay beside me!"
However, all he's seeing right now isn't real, isn't existing. They are all illusions that is threatening to go away. And just how illusions are, it vanished, they vanish. Without leaving any traces of existing behind.
And just like that, he woke up.
"Ha!" Cale panted. He's sweating so heavily he can't even know if it's just his tears from earlier.
He opened his eyes and adjusted his vision as the light. He saw his mother and siblings looking at him in worry as they supported his body.
"*Pant* *Pant*" He can't speak for a moment. He knows that they are saying something but he's too stuck on what just happened so he can't hear them.
"*Pant* I'm *Pant* Mikhael *Pant*Weasley...." He mumbled out loud.
'I'm Cale Henituse...' He thought.
It all makes sense to him now.
Why is he so indifferent to many things even if he's just a child?
Why does many things feel so nostalgic and old even if he has never done it before?
Why his hair is unnaturally different?
It all makes sense.
'Because before I am Cale Weasley, I was Cale Henituse first.'
Even if he can't remember being Cale Henituse, one thing is for sure, there's a reason why he is here. Why do he need to know his past life. And why do that Son of a bitch god annoy him even here.
'I need to know. No, I want to know.'
Cale think that this is the first time he's eager to know something troublesome. But he indeed need to know those.
What happened to his past self, why does it necessary right now. And who are those people. He wants to know.
But first...
"Let me sleep."