Transmigrated to Game World with SSS Wife-Chapter 50: Alone

It had been a while since she felt this way. For most of her life, she spent her days celebrating life. It was very easy to do so too, because it felt like she had anything she could ever want.

Plenty of land to explore and a home and family to come home to.

Then one day her parents died. With their departure, she couldn't help but feel empty. Like everything she had known was ripped away from her mercilessly.

In her heart, the terrible thought that the gift of life was just a lie took root. She became afraid of even just a shadow.

Flames made them dance to the sound of screams.

When the first plane of Oblivion descended, it was like the heavens themselves cried for safety. Creatures of Nightmares descended in droves from the tear in reality.

They zipped through the air, their long talons slashing through civilians as if they were cattle. Evacuations were initiated almost instantly but they made no difference. Even the finest captains and soldiers were merely cannon fodder against the weakest squire of Oblivion.

At the end of just the first day, hundreds of thousands had died. At least 70 percent of the city's population was decimated just like that.

For the first time, the races collectively put aside their differences and joined each other in death.

This human family, the one of the Gilean lineage, had problems with Elise and her Elven tribe for generations. At least 700 years of fighting ended quite simply–her parents' blood mixing with theirs.

Elise still didn't know why she hadn't died that day. She was right next to her parents... in fact, she had to lie to her little sister about whose blood covered her face.

After the squires sliced through her parents 7 different times, cutting them up as if they were nothing more than an animal set to slaughter. Yet they were even more malicious than humans.

Her mother's howling screams lasted for hours and rang through Elise's head for centuries.

The only thing that drowned them were her sister's tears. And occasionally, her laughter.

Within the next day, the Nightmare was over and Oblivion was sealed once more. There was small chatter from those who remained in the city, cowering in basements and other dark locations.

They claimed that they saw the final battle and that somehow only 3 people–an orc, a dwarf, and a human, had driven back all the squires. Such ridiculous ideas could've only been born from people who didn't actually see the massacre.

If an army couldn't stop Oblivion, a small group of adventurers definitely couldn't.

Just a day's worth of destruction needed centuries of repair for the city of Eilanderil to truly reform again.

And only 3 people stood against that?

Even history didn't favor that story. After a few generations, the temporary races had forgotten almost everything about that day. What Elise knew was a demon invasion became a natural disaster in the textbooks.

But there wasn't anyone alive to say differently–just her and her sister. Every other elf in the city that day seemed to have been systematically picked out and killed.

Of course, elves are a migrant species. They loved to flock to new places, a chance for regrowth. Some stayed and some left.

After a few more generations, the temporary races viewed the new elves and the old elves all the same.

In the perfect new city, only Elise and her sister still held the scars of Oblivion.

...

Amelia tossed and turned in her bed as images of Fynn flowed through her mind. She was a good girl all day, putting aside her grief so that she could fulfill her role as a Valkyrie the best she could.

This moment of weakness was her reward. She could cry all she wanted now that she was away from prying eyes, people who only looked for the worst in people.

She knew Nick wasn't like that, and knew in her heart that he would console her if he truly realized her pain.

But the experience taught her to keep her emotions bottled up and that it's ok to be shy.

And she cried alone for most of her life anyway. For some reason, it did seem easier to cry alone when everyone she loved was dead though.

Her only memory of her parents was the gold she used to buy this mansion. A huge place she could get lost in, a huge place where she could hide and never be found.

Then why was she crying in the bedroom closest to the entrance? A room Nick would have to see when he returned.

'Because Fynn showed me what it's like to be loved. And Nick is doing his best to do the same.'

Because she didn't want to be alone.

There were perks to it, but overall she realized she had learned to love her connections. Even with Yck, she liked the feeling of having value.

She wanted Nick to find her, to be her new wall. To smile and say that everything would be ok.

She wanted him to take the place of Fynn if it was possible at all. She hated being alone.

Th𝓮 most uptodate nov𝑒ls are publish𝒆d on ƒreewebηoveℓ.com.

The moon shone through the windows by the front door, bright enough to illuminate even her room. When Nick came in, the path would be perfectly lit.

A small smile formed amidst the tears as she fantasized about his entrance.

Hours passed and the door remained fixed and unmoved. Amelia had long since turned over in her bed, staring at the ceiling silently, her face now dry again.

A small comfort, maybe. Absence.

Amelia took in a few sharp uneasy breaths as the truth settled in. Nick wasn't going to come through the door. He wasn't some knight in armor.

Like everyone else, like her, he was scared and unsure about everything. And he was like her in another way, as he couldn't fight or overcome his fears. Not like Fynn.

At least for tonight, she was going to be alone.