RAHIENA ZHEQUIN BLEXEN AS THE PAST QUEEN AND FUTURE’S LOST CROWN PRINCESS

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

Queen Mizxené turned, her eyes softening as she looked at Vitrin. She gently reached out and placed a hand on the young woman’s shoulder. “Vitrin, we’re grateful to have you here. Rahiena’s life with you gave her love, family, and a sense of belonging during the years we were apart. You are as much a part of her life as we are.”

Vithendro nodded, adding, “You are welcome in this palace as if you were our own. I cannot imagine what it’s been like for you, seeing Rahiena in this state… But rest assured, I will stop at nothing to find a cure.”

Vitrin looked at them both, deeply moved. “Thank you, Your Majesties. Rahiena… she always dreamed of belonging somewhere. She’s talked in her sleep—yes, even in this coma—as if she’s in another world, a strange land. She called out names I didn’t recognize… Luxacia, Frixetro. I always wondered if it was part of some hidden dream world she created for herself.”

Mizxené and Vithendro exchanged a glance, puzzled.

Vithendro murmured, “Luxacia… Frixetro… those names mean nothing in Rizlotxia, yet they sound familiar somehow.” He turned to Vitrin. “Do you think she might have memories from… another place?”

Vitrin shook her head. “I’m not sure, Your Majesty. But there was something about the way she would call those names—like they brought her a sense of peace.”

The Queen’s expression turned thoughtful. “If we can find a way to awaken her, perhaps we’ll understand this other world she seems to hold onto.”

At that moment, a palace attendant approached, bowing deeply. “Your Majesties, the healer from Nezvanea has arrived. He wishes to assess the princess’s condition.”

Mizxené took Vitrin’s hand. “Come with us, Vitrin. You belong by her side, and she will know your presence even in her sleep.”

The three made their way down the palace corridors to Rahiena’s chamber. There, she lay peacefully on an elegant bed, her face serene, as if caught in a gentle dream. The healer was already waiting, examining her vitals and murmuring softly to himself.

The healer looked up as they entered and gave a respectful nod. “Your Majesties, I will do everything within my skill to understand her condition. I sense a lingering magic… or perhaps an energy I’ve not encountered before. Whatever the case, I’ll begin a ritual that might open her consciousness.”

Vitrin moved to Rahiena’s side, taking her hand. “Rahiena, if you can hear me, please hold on. We’re all here with you. Just come back to us.”

Vithendro and Mizxené stood close, watching as the healer began his work. As he chanted softly, a faint glow seemed to surround Rahiena, as if a part of her spirit was stirring. Her eyelids fluttered slightly, and everyone held their breath.

In that brief moment, Rahiena’s lips parted, and a faint whisper escaped. “Frixetro… Luxacia…”

The King and Queen exchanged a look of wonder, while Vitrin gripped her sister’s hand tighter. “Rahiena, wherever you are in your dreams, know that we’re here. We’ll wait for you as long as it takes.”

CONTINUE TO THE PAST WORLD.

Queen Luxacia sat at the kitchen table, quietly watching her daughter, Hezphellé, who was eating her breakfast with a carefree smile. Her little hands clutched her spoon as she spoke to Niveria, who sat beside her. The atmosphere was peaceful, but Luxacia's heart ached with the knowledge of what was to come. She had already decided that today would be the day she would say her goodbyes to her family, to prepare them for her eventual departure.

After a few moments, Luxacia stood, her gaze lingering on Hezphellé. “Niveria,” she began, her voice soft but firm, “there’s something I need to discuss with you—something important.”

Niveria looked up from her conversation with Hezphellé and gave her sister a concerned glance. “What’s wrong, Luxacia? You look... troubled.”

Luxacia took a deep breath and walked over to where her daughter sat, gently placing a hand on Hezphellé’s shoulder. “My dear, you’re growing up so fast. You’re strong and kind, and you’ve brought so much joy into our lives. But there’s something I must tell you, something I’ve known for a long time. I need you to understand this, even though you're still young.”

Hezphellé, sensing her mother’s seriousness, put down her spoon and looked up at her with wide eyes. “What is it, Mama?”

Luxacia smiled softly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “There’s a mark on my arm, Hezphellé, a mark that tells me that my time here in this world is coming to an end. The blue mark you’ve seen—it’s a sign that soon, I will have to leave.”

Hezphellé frowned, her young mind struggling to understand the weight of her mother’s words. “Leave? Where will you go, Mama?”

Niveria stood, her expression mixed with worry and sadness. “Luxacia, are you saying that… you’ll be leaving us soon?”

Luxacia nodded slowly, swallowing hard. “Yes. I don’t know exactly when, but I know it’s near. The world I came from… the modern world, will call me back. My time here has been a gift, and I’ve cherished every moment with you, with Frixetro, with all of you. But it’s time for me to return.”

Niveria’s eyes welled with tears, and she took a step toward her sister. “But you can’t just leave us, Luxacia! We’ve only just found peace. We’ve been through so much together.”

“I know, Niveria,” Luxacia said softly, pulling her sister into an embrace. “I know how much we’ve been through. But this is something I cannot change. The mark on my arm tells me that I don’t have much time left. The time I’ve had with you, with Frixetro, with Hezphellé—has been more than I could ever have hoped for. I’ve given you all the love I can, and I will carry it with me, wherever I go.”

Hezphellé, still unsure of what her mother meant, climbed into Luxacia’s lap, her small arms wrapping around her neck. “But I don’t want you to go, Mama. You’re my mama. I need you.”

Luxacia’s heart ached at the sight of her daughter’s innocent face. “I know, my little angel. And I will never truly leave you. I’ll always be with you, in your heart, and in your memories. You’ll be strong, Hezphellé. You have so much potential. So much love.”

Niveria wiped away a tear and said, her voice trembling, “I don’t know how I’ll face this world without you, Luxacia. We’ve been through so much. I don’t know if I can bear it.”

Luxacia smiled, brushing a strand of hair from Niveria’s face. “You will. I have faith in you, Niveria. You’ve always been strong. You’ll take care of Hezphellé, and she will take care of you. You’re family, and that will never change.”

Hezphellé clung to her mother, not fully understanding but feeling the gravity of the moment. “Mama, I don’t want you to go! I love you.”

“I love you too, my precious girl,” Luxacia whispered, her voice breaking. “I’ll never forget you. And when the time comes… you’ll understand. I promise.”

For a long moment, the three of them sat in silence, the weight of Luxacia’s words hanging heavy in the air. The house was still, save for the soft sounds of Hezphellé’s breathing and the gentle rustling of the leaves outside. Luxacia knew she had made the right choice, telling them now—before it was too late—so that they could be prepared.

Eventually, Niveria spoke again, her voice steadier now, though still thick with emotion. “What do we do now, Luxacia? How do we make these last moments count?”

“We live,” Luxacia said, her gaze steady. “We live and we love. We make every moment together count. I will treasure every second I have left with you both, and with Frixetro, and all the people who have made my time here so meaningful. We will cherish what we have, and when the time comes, we will say goodbye.”

Hezphellé, her small voice trembling, whispered, “Promise me you won’t forget me, Mama.”

“I promise, my love. I will never forget you.”

And with those words, Luxacia knew she had made her peace. She would love them until the very end. And when the time came for her to return to the modern world, she would carry their love with her, always.

The future was uncertain, but she had no regrets.

The morning sun bathed the flower garden in golden light, and Queen Luxacia laughed as she playfully chased Hezphellé around the vibrant flowers. It had been one of those rare, peaceful mornings that filled her heart with joy. Her daughter’s laughter echoed through the air as she ran between the rows of daisies, her small feet barely touching the ground as she tried to escape her mother’s gentle pursuit.

“I’m going to catch you!” Luxacia called out, her voice light and full of warmth.

Hezphellé squealed in delight, darting through the garden, her hair streaming behind her like a golden ribbon. “You can’t catch me, Mama!”

But just as Luxacia made a move to tag her daughter, her world suddenly went dark. She stumbled, her vision blurred, and before she could even comprehend what was happening, she collapsed to the ground. Her body went limp.

Hezphellé, who had been a few steps ahead, turned around in an instant when she heard the silence. Her heart stopped at the sight of her mother lying on the ground. “Mama!” she screamed, running to her side.

Before she could reach her, Prince Frixetro arrived, rushing across the garden with a deep sense of urgency. He knelt beside his wife, his strong arms reaching out to catch her just as her body hit the ground. His heart raced in fear as he gently lifted her, cradling her in his arms. “Luxacia!” he called, shaking her softly, his voice thick with panic. “Luxacia, wake up!”

But the Queen didn’t stir. Her skin was cold to the touch, and her breathing was shallow. Hezphellé, tears streaming down her face, cried out in desperation, “Mama, please wake up! Please don’t leave me!”

Prince Frixetro’s heart shattered as he looked down at his wife’s lifeless form. He could see the fear and confusion in his daughter’s eyes, and it only made the pain more unbearable. Without hesitation, he stood, lifting Luxacia’s body into his arms. “Hezphellé, stay close,” he said, his voice breaking. “We need to get your mother to the chamber. Everything will be fine, I promise.”

Hezphellé, her face streaked with tears, followed her father as he hurried toward the palace. “Please, Mama... don’t leave us!” she cried, her small hands clutching at her father’s robe.

They arrived in the chamber, where the servants and soldiers quickly sprang into action, unsure of what to do. King Frixetro gently laid Luxacia down on their bed, his eyes filled with dread as he looked at her. He kept shaking her arm, calling her name, but still, she didn’t respond.

Hezphellé clung to her father’s side, unable to stop the tears from pouring down her cheeks. “Papa, what’s happening to Mama? Why isn’t she waking up?”

Prince Frixetro swallowed hard, trying to control the panic rising in his chest. “I don’t know, Hezphellé. I don’t know.” He turned to the soldiers, his voice growing louder, more frantic. “Someone—get the doctor! Now!”

The soldiers scrambled, hesitating for a moment before rushing out to find a doctor. Hezphellé could barely see through her tears, her little hands reaching for her mother. “Please, Mama, come back to me,” she whispered, her voice barely a sob.

Moments later, the doctor arrived, his face grave as he quickly approached the bed. He bent down to examine Queen Luxacia, checking her pulse, her breathing. The room was silent except for the doctor’s murmurs as he worked.

After what felt like an eternity, the doctor stood up and turned to face King Frixetro and Niveria, who had just entered the room, her expression full of dread. The doctor’s voice was calm but heavy with sorrow. “Your Majesty, I’m terribly sorry. But her Majesty, Queen Luxacia... she has passed away.”

The world seemed to stop. Time stood still. The words hit like a physical blow, and King Frixetro’s legs went weak. His vision blurred as his heart felt as if it was being ripped from his chest. He could barely breathe. Luxacia—his beloved wife—was gone.

“No... no, it can’t be,” he whispered, shaking his head in disbelief. “She can’t be gone. She... she was just fine. She was playing with Hezphellé...”

Niveria stood frozen at the doorway, her eyes wide with shock and sorrow. She couldn’t believe it. Luxacia, her sister, the woman who had been there for them through everything, was gone. She rushed forward, her hands shaking as she gripped Frixetro’s arm. “This can’t be real. There’s no way. She can’t be gone. We just... we just found peace.”

But the doctor’s words were undeniable, and the silence that followed was suffocating. Hezphellé, standing beside her father, looked at the doctor in confusion, her small face pale with terror. “No, it’s not true,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Mama... Mama’s not gone. She can’t be.”

Before anyone could say anything more, Hezphellé collapsed into her father’s arms, overcome by the shock of the news. Frixetro caught her just in time, holding his daughter tightly as she sobbed uncontrollably, her tiny body shaking with grief. “Papa,” she cried, “Mama... Mama’s not gone, is she? Please tell me she’s not gone.”

Frixetro’s heart cracked as he held her close, unable to speak. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know how to make this better. He didn’t know how to fix this.

The pain was too much. It was suffocating, and he wasn’t sure how he could live without Luxacia by his side. But there was one thing he knew for certain—he would never stop loving her. And now, he had to find a way to keep going, to care for their daughter, to honor Luxacia’s memory.

“We’ll get through this,” he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. “We’ll find a way, Hezphellé. We’ll find a way to live without her... but we’ll never forget her.”

Niveria walked to them, placing a hand on Frixetro’s shoulder, her voice soft but strong. “We will remember her, always. And we will make sure Hezphellé grows up knowing the love her mother gave her. She’s a part of you both, Frixetro. And she always will be.”

But for now, the grief was too fresh, and the weight of Luxacia’s loss was too heavy. The future was uncertain, but for the moment, all they could do was grieve and try to move forward together.

☆☆☆☆☆

The news of Queen Luxacia’s passing reached King Nethro and Queen Haxena of Jewdexi with a shock that left them speechless. In the grand hall, their trusted general stood before them, his head bowed in grief. “Your Majesties,” he said, his voice choked with sorrow, “Queen Luxacia has left this world. Her burial is being prepared in Alephorea.”

Queen Haxena’s hand flew to her mouth as she tried to process the words, tears welling in her eyes. “Luxacia... she was like a daughter to us,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “How could this have happened so suddenly?”

King Nethro reached over, placing a comforting hand on his wife’s shoulder, though his own expression betrayed his heartbreak. “We need to be there, Haxena. For Frixetro... for Hezphellé. Our place is with our family now.” He looked back at the general. “Prepare the royal carriage. We leave for Alephorea at once.”

The journey to Alephorea was heavy with silence and mourning, as both King Nethro and Queen Haxena grappled with their grief. When they arrived at the kingdom, they were greeted by Prince Frixetro, who, though clearly grieving himself, stood tall, his expression determined. He stepped forward to embrace his parents.

Queen Haxena held her son tightly, tears finally spilling down her cheeks. “Oh, my son... I can’t believe she’s gone. She was so full of life... and now, just like that…”

Frixetro took a deep breath, steadying himself as he pulled back. “Mother, Father... I know you loved her as I did. But there are things I need to share—things she told me before her passing. Luxacia... she always knew her time here was limited.”

King Nethro frowned, his brow furrowing. “What do you mean, Frixetro?”

“She spoke of a blue mark on her arm,” Frixetro explained, his voice steady but filled with sorrow. “It was a sign... that her time in this world would one day come to an end. Luxacia came from a different time, a different world. She always told me that she might have to return there someday.”

Queen Haxena listened, a hand covering her heart as she took in her son’s words. “So... she was never meant to stay here permanently?”

“No,” Frixetro said, nodding sadly. “But even if her body has left us... I made a promise to her.” He glanced down, his jaw set with determination. “No matter what, I will find her. I will search every world, every time, to be with her again. And if she doesn’t remember me... I’ll make her fall in love with me all over again.”

Queen Haxena placed a hand on her son’s shoulder, her eyes filled with both pride and sorrow. “You have the heart of a true king, Frixetro. Luxacia was blessed to have you as her husband.”

King Nethro nodded solemnly. “And we’ll stand beside you, my son. Jewdexi and Alephorea will be united in this promise to find her, if such a thing is possible.”

At that moment, Hezphellé entered the room, her small face streaked with fresh tears, her eyes wide as she looked up at her father. “Papa... will we see Mama again?”

Frixetro knelt down to his daughter’s level, gently brushing a hand through her hair. “Yes, my darling. One day, we’ll find Mama again. Until then, we’ll remember her and carry her love with us every day.”

Hezphellé sniffed, her voice small and trembling. “I miss her so much, Papa. I don’t want her to be gone.”

Queen Haxena knelt down beside her granddaughter, wrapping her arms around her. “We all miss her, Hezphellé. She loved you very much, and I know she’s watching over you, even now.”

As the burial ceremony took place, the people of Alephorea and Jewdexi gathered to honor their beloved Queen Luxacia. Flowers and tokens of remembrance were laid upon her resting place, and as the sun began to set, Frixetro stood before the gathered crowd, his voice carrying with the strength of a true king.

“My beloved Luxacia may be gone from our sight, but her spirit will never leave us,” he declared. “She has taught me the meaning of love, courage, and sacrifice. And so, as King of Alephorea, I make a vow today: I will find her, wherever she may be. I will be there for her, to remind her of our love if she has forgotten.”

Niveria, who stood beside him, placed a hand on her brother’s shoulder, offering her silent support. “And we, her family, will keep her memory alive until you bring her back, Frixetro. She’ll always be a part of us.”

Hezphellé held tightly to her father’s hand, her tearful gaze focused on her mother’s final resting place. “Mama... we’ll find you,” she whispered. “I know you’re out there somewhere. Papa and I will never stop looking.”

As the last rays of sunlight cast a golden glow over the land, the people of both kingdoms knew that Queen Luxacia’s legacy would endure. And with every passing day, Frixetro, with his daughter Hezphellé by his side, would continue his journey, determined to reunite with his beloved Queen once more, no matter the distance, no matter the world.

BACK TO FUTURE WORLD.

As Rahiena Zhequin Blexen opened her eyes, a fog of confusion clouded her mind. Her gaze drifted over the faces in front of her, strangers who seemed strangely familiar yet completely foreign.

She couldn’t place who they were, or why they were there. A dull ache pulsed in her temples, and fragments of memories flitted through her mind—unclear, like faded echoes.

Mizero Nezth, the healer, leaned close, his voice gentle and calm. “Princess Rahiena, can you hear me? Are you feeling alright?”

Rahiena’s lips parted as if to speak, but no words came out. She pressed a hand to her head, closing her eyes against the sudden, piercing ache that came with flashes of memory—a small girl with bright eyes, laughter filling the air, a warm hand in hers. She remembered… a daughter? And a husband? But the details were elusive, slipping away like sand through her fingers. She swallowed, opening her eyes again.

“I... I don’t know. I don’t know who you all are…” Her voice was barely a whisper, strained and uncertain.

Seeing the look of pain and confusion on their daughter’s face, King Vithendro and Queen Mizxené stepped forward, their eyes shining with relief and unshed tears. Queen Mizxené placed a hand gently on Rahiena’s shoulder, her voice filled with emotion. “Rahiena... my dearest, it’s us—your mother and father.”

Rahiena looked at the woman who spoke, her eyes widening slightly. She felt the warmth of the woman’s hand, the tenderness in her voice, but nothing in her heart sparked recognition. “Mother...?” she repeated, the word foreign on her tongue, hesitant.

The Queen’s arms wrapped around her, and Rahiena stiffened, taken aback by the unfamiliar embrace. King Vithendro joined, his hand resting on her shoulder as he spoke, his voice thick with emotion. “Yes, Rahiena. We’re your parents. We’ve been waiting for you to come back to us for so long.”

Rahiena’s expression softened slightly, though uncertainty lingered in her eyes. She glanced between them, searching their faces for any fragment of memory, but everything was blank. Just shadows and echoes that didn’t quite connect.

Mizero noticed her discomfort and cleared his throat softly, drawing their attention. “Your Majesties, please. The Princess has been through a lot. Allow her some space; memories may take time to return.” He turned to Rahiena, offering her a reassuring smile. “There’s no need to rush, Princess. Just focus on how you feel.”

Rahiena nodded slowly, grateful for his understanding. She looked back at the King and Queen, trying to push through the haze. “I… remember some things,” she murmured, her brows knitting together as she tried to piece it all together. “A little girl… and… someone by my side. I think… I think I have a daughter. And a husband. But… I don’t know. It’s all so blurred.”

Queen Mizxené’s expression softened, tears slipping down her cheeks as she gently released Rahiena from her embrace. “Yes, dear. You… may be remembering things from before. We don’t know the full extent of your journey or where you’ve been, but you’ve always been our daughter. And no matter what memories you hold, we’re here for you now.”

Rahiena’s gaze shifted to King Vithendro, who took her hand in his, his grip gentle yet reassuring. “Whatever memories come back to you, we’ll be here. We’ll help you piece it all together. You’re safe with us now, Rahiena.”

Mizero placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Remember, Princess, there’s no need to force the memories. Let them come naturally, in their own time. What matters is that you take care of yourself and don’t push too hard. We’re here to guide you.”

Rahiena gave a small nod, trying to find some grounding in the support and love they were offering. Though her memories were distant, her heart felt a strange sense of warmth in their presence.

“Thank you… all of you,” she said softly, her voice touched with gratitude. “I may not remember everything yet, but… I’ll try to understand and take things slowly.”

Queen Mizxené’s face lit up with hope, her hands clasped in front of her. “Take all the time you need, dear. Just knowing you’re here with us, awake and safe… that’s more than we could have dreamed.”

Rahiena managed a faint smile, nodding. “I’ll try… I’ll try to remember.” She glanced once more at the healer, her voice filled with determination and a small hint of vulnerability. “Thank you, Mizero. For helping me.”

Mizero gave a slight bow, his expression warm. “It’s my honor, Princess. We’re all here to support you.”

As the King, Queen, and Mizero quietly withdrew to give her some space, Rahiena lay back on the bed, the weight of her scattered memories pressing on her mind. She closed her eyes, letting herself relax, hoping that with time, the pieces of her past would come together. The image of a child’s laughter and a loving hand in hers lingered in her heart, offering a glimmer of something that felt like home.