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The Last Night of the Dawnlight Forest

Novelix Completed

剧情反转、秘密、打脸、追悔莫及、被虐待/被霸凌、背叛、悲剧、BE、家庭羁绊/亲情、第一人称视角、虐恋、剧情/戏剧、奇幻

Chapters (3)

第1章

I was the last guardian of the Spring of Life among the elven kind. My blood could heal any wound; the spring water touched by my fingertips could make withered trees bloom. But now I can't remember anything. My legs are ruined. My memories are shattered. My power is gone. I lie in a strange bed, curtains drawn tight, and the scent of humans seeping through the door makes me want to flee. But I can't escape. I have no feeling below my knees. An elf's legs are meant to walk on moonlight—but now they're like two dead logs. A man sits by the bed, a human noble's crest embroidered on his collar. His name is Aldric Grey. He says he is my husband. "You were in an accident," he says, taking my hand. "You don't remember. That's all right. I'll take care of you." I believed him. Because I truly remembered nothing. Only later did I learn that on the day the Spring of Life ran dry, my power was drained and poured into another woman's body. Aldric married me, tricked me into channeling the spring to his wife, and then pushed me into that car crash. Lydia Grey—Aldric's lawful wife. She was ill, gravely ill. He made me believe I was his wife—but I was only his tool. I gave her the spring's power. She recovered. And I became a cripple who remembered nothing. Aldric stayed by my hospital bed every day, applying medicine, feeding me, teaching me to recognize people. He held me and cried, saying he would never leave me again. I clutched a stuffed toy and asked him: "Are you my father?" His eyes reddened as he answered: "I'm your husband." But every time Lydia called, he would step out of the room. Once he forgot to hang up, and I heard him say: "As long as she never remembers, we can be together forever." I didn't understand what that meant then. Later I did. He was afraid I would recover my memories—afraid I'd remember everything about the day of the crash. So he trained me into a child who only waited for him. Made me dependent on him. Made it impossible for me to leave. And he himself—he lived his life with another woman. Lydia gave birth to a child. She said: "I'd like the three of us to go see the sunrise at the seaside. Is that all right?" Aldric glanced at me, playing with building blocks, and agreed. He told me: "If you're hungry, open the fridge. If you're thirsty, drink water." Then they closed the door and left me alone in the house. He thought it was just an ordinary outing. He didn't know—it was the last time he'd ever see me.

第2章

Lydia stood at the door, holding their one-year-old child. "The car's almost here." "Coming." Aldric looked back at me. I sat on the carpet, holding a yellow building block, trying to place it on top of my castle. He walked over and crouched in front of me. "Elara, if you're hungry, open the fridge. If you're thirsty, drink water. The food's all inside, okay?" I nodded. "Hungry, open fridge. Thirsty, drink water." "Good girl." He reached up and patted my head. "We'll be right back. We'll buy Elara her favorite strawberry cake." As he left, he casually flipped the master switch by the entryway. Click. The living room lights went out. The TV screen went dark. He glanced at his phone, thinking it was just a brief power outage. Then he turned and went to pick up the suitcase by the door and headed downstairs. Not long after, I called him, my voice small: "The lights won't turn on." Lydia drew closer with the child: "There she goes again." "It's true," I said. Lydia's baby started crying. "How much longer are you going to humor her? She uses this every time to keep you." I looked at the block in my hand: "I'm not—I—" "Elara." His voice dropped. "We're just going away for two days. Don't make a scene." "How long is two days?" "We'll be back soon." "Today?" There was no answer on the other end. Aldric was silent for a moment. "Elara, if you keep this up, I'll really have to consider separating from you." The block slipped from my hand and landed on my lap. "If we separate, will you not come home anymore?" Lydia leaned toward the phone: "Ignore her. She's just afraid you won't keep her company." Aldric cleared his throat. "Be good. Don't open the door by yourself. It's not safe outside." I nodded. "I'll wait for you at home." He left. The house fell completely silent. I sat on the carpet, staring at that door. Much later, I picked up the phone again. "There's no electricity at home. I'm scared." "I know—you're going to say the lights are broken again." "Not the lights. The fridge is still on, but nothing else." A pause on the other end. "If you call me about this again, I'll send you back to the care facility." I looked at the black TV screen. "I don't want to go there. I just want to turn on the lights." "Then don't." The line went dead. I held the phone, sitting in the dark. After a while, I said to myself: "Elara won't make trouble." The sun outside was bright. Inside, the only light was the faint glow from the fridge crack.

第3章

At noon, my stomach growled many times. I opened the fridge—there were meal boxes, milk, fruit, and little cakes Aldric had bought. Elves don't need human food. But after my power was drained, my body became as hungry and thirsty as any human woman's. I took out a meal box and put it in the microwave, pressing the red button. Nothing. I pressed it a few more times—still no response. I called Aldric. "The 'heat food' button is broken." "You don't need to heat it. Eat it cold." "But the food is cold." "Cold is fine." I looked down at my hands. Elven hands could touch spring water and bring life back to the dead. Now they couldn't even press a button. The food was a bit hard; I ate a couple of bites. Then a kite drifted past the window—red, with a long tail trailing behind. I set down my spoon and pressed against the glass. The kite flew higher and higher, like a bird breaking free from its cage. I followed it to the kitchen, then back to the living room. But I forgot the fridge door was still open. In the afternoon, the fridge made a few low groaning sounds. I thought it was working, so I didn't check. In the evening, I took out the milk. The carton was bloated. I inserted the straw and took a sip—the sour taste hit me. I spit it into the trash: "It's gone bad." I called him. It rang a long time before he answered. "The milk is spoiled." "How could it spoil?" "It's all puffed up, and it tastes sour." Lydia laughed on her end: "We've only been gone half a day, and she's already making up stories." "I'm not making it up." Aldric's voice dropped low: "Elara, can you be a little more sensible? Lydia finally gets a chance to take the baby out for some fresh air, and you have to call right now?" "I'm hungry." "There's food in the fridge." "It's cold." "Then eat it cold." I gripped the phone: "I'm scared." The line was quiet for a few seconds. I thought he would comfort me like he used to. But he only said: "If you're scared, go to sleep." "When are you coming back?" "The day after tomorrow." "When is the day after tomorrow?" "I'll tell you when I get back." "Can I come find you?" His tone suddenly sharpened: "No." "If you dare come out on your own, I'm really not coming back for you." I hugged my knees and sat on the floor. The fridge door in the kitchen was still open. Its white light shone on the half-eaten meal box. That night I had a dream. I dreamed of the elven Dawnlight Forest. The Spring of Life still flowed, and the wind-bells by the water were covered in white blossoms. I stood at the spring's edge, my feet on the damp earth. But when I looked down, the spring was dry. Those white blossoms turned into the baby in Lydia's arms. I woke with a start. Still surrounded by darkness.