Chapter 16). First Day in the New World (pt.3)
Yòu'nà reached the front door of the house and entered like she owned the place—because, in a way, she did.
She rounded the corner, following the sounds of conversation. It seemed to come from a living room or dining room.
Just as she reached the doorway, she nearly ran headfirst into one of her older cousins—Xiao Xingguo.
Hehe, this sorry excuse of a cousin was also part of the problem.
He never stuck up for his younger cousin. He always ignored her.
Even though he didn't physically partake in the things others did to her, he didn't go out of his way to stop them either. Makes him just as bad.
"Tsk." Her cousin rolled his eyes.
Why do people in this new world have to test her? Yòu'nà asked herself in contempt.
Yòu'nà raised her brows in a mocking, challenging way.
Then, before he could speak, she shoved him hard out of her path. He stumbled to the floor.
"Dogs should learn to move out of the way when they're not needed," she said coldly. "Like a good dog."
She walked off, leaving him sprawled on the floor. He stared after her like he'd just seen a ghost.
Has she always been this way?! Xiao Xingguo asked himself silently.
Yòu'nà didn't care about his reaction.
Her steps carried her forward, narrowing in on one voice in particular—her grandmother Sylvia.
Her pace quickened until she was running, bursting into the living room.
Several family members sat scattered about, but Yòu'nà didn't spare them a glance.
The moment her eyes landed on Sylvia, her body moved on instinct.
Her priest-spirit might have been dormant. She was still a Priest.
Yòu'nà, as a priest, had one of the largest magic reserves. Second only to her grandmother, of course.
She could cast a wide range of spells and arrays. And right now, she did.
"YOU OLD SLEAZY HAG!!!"
The air cracked as an attack spell lit the room.
Instead of tears of joy at reuniting with her grandmother, Yòu'nà carried only generational rage—pure and swift.
BOOM!!!
Sylvia didn't flinch, deflecting the attack with casual grace.
"Oh, she is still the same little girl, always bottling in everything until she had a good opponent to spar with."
She sighed, almost bored.
But when she felt the power behind the attack, she looked with full interest.
"Mmm?" Another one came for Sylvia. This time, it attacked from all flanks. She stood up and gave her full attention.
She grew up so fast, Sylvia thought.
She dispersed the large cloud of smoke and dusted the debris that had fallen onto her.
"Is this how you treat your beloved, favorite grandmother?"
"Tsk." Yòu'nà scowled.
"You're my only grandmother in all lifetimes. What cursed luck that I have to be stuck with you again and again, huh?"
Yòu'nà was the exact clone of Sylvia through and through.
Her grandmother smirked as Yòu'nà hurled spell after spell.
Yòu'nà's anger poured out from the last 24 hours—death, betrayal, losing friends, gaining freedom only to have it ripped away.
Everything she had bottled up exploded.
Sylvia wasn't irritated but calm. She signaled the others to leave the room.
She understood what her granddaughter was going through better than anyone else.
Having experienced her fair share of ups and downs as a priest, Sylvia knew the pain of such battles.
The two of them continued their sparring match alone.
After Yòu'nà's anger simmered down, Sylvia and she chatted casually.
"So, how'd you die? Was it epic?" Sylvia asked, flicking out a frost knife with infuriating nonchalance.
"Tsk." Yòu'nà shook her head with a bitter grin. "I was partying when I got ambushed." She rolled her eyes at the memory.
Best fucking night of my life—and it ended on that bullshit note. Some life, huh?"
Yòu'nà dodged, rolling to the side.
"I bet the party was wild. Faeth and Elven's big bash reunion, wasn't it?" Sylvia asked knowingly, more statement than question.
Of course it was.
Sylvia had taught these kids herself how to throw real parties.
Back in the Magi world era, Sylvia was infamous for throwing the best bashes anyone had ever seen. People talked about them for months, even years.
They were places where you could be anyone. Do anything. Live free.
And Elven? He had been her star student.
He loved hosting, performing, and being the center of the crowd.
Yòu'nà's eyes lit with both fondness and bitterness.
"It was the best bash ever!"
"Our reunion after two years apart. I had the best performance of my life, grandma—you would've loved it."
Yòu'nà appeared behind her grandmother, laying her head on her shoulder. She hugged her arm sweetly, telling her about the epic party.
Yòu'nà laughed wildly. Tears streamed down her face.
Neither she nor Sylvia seemed bothered by it.
"We didn't even get a chance to strip before that creep Stede Avis came and ruined everything."
"I'm pretty sure the name was Steve, Yòu'nà, my dear," Sylvia laughed at her carefreeness. She nudged her away, dodging Yòu'nà's sneak attack of wind daggers.
"Don't care. I don't remember irrelevant people's names," Yòu'nà rolled her eyes. She sat on an air step, crossed her legs, and flicked daggers at Sylvia, watching her effortlessly dodge as if taking a risk-walk through the garden.
"Oh, the Avis," Sylvia scoffed, laughing sharply. "I'm surprised they managed anything at all. Ha! So that generation didn't birth only cowards after all."
Her laughter rang until Yòu'nà appeared above her, teleporting midair.
"I know, right?!" Yòu'nà huffed with a pout.
"I'm still pissed off that bitch was able to kill Dowdo!" Yòu'nà hissed, punching the air.
"Then dammed my priest-spirit took over and sacrificed us for everyone else! Did she ask me?! Nope!!" she continued ranting, her voice getting louder.
"They were going to destroy and kill everyone there with our fight!" She screamed.
Yòu'nà's condition flared as she began to laugh uncontrollably.
She threw her head back, howling, tears falling like a nonstop river.
When she mentioned the death of her lifetime companion Dowdo, a wild, uncontrollable laugh bubbled from her gut.