The Woman Ruler of the Altan Clan

Chapter 95 The Implied Reality

Shanum is somewhere beautiful on a cliff. In front of him there is a view of the open sea with a very beautiful wave. He realized that he was back in the dream. All he didn't know was who he was in the dream this time.

Shanum heard the sound of the wind, which whispered to him that he should look back. The girl looked curious and following the desire of the voice, she turned her head and found a path down the cliff.

Shanum frowned deeply, for some reason his heart felt it had to follow that path and find out what was at the end of the path. Shanum spread his gaze around him. And see there are only shrubs and trees that are not far from the cliff.

He was curious, then started to tread slowly and carefully. Although it felt like someone was guiding him, he still had to feel alert. It was possible that he would meet the man who possessed the black magic, and be attacked by it.

Based on his last dream, Shanum only found out that even in a dream he could be injured. Especially when it comes to unpredictable and dangerous black magic.

Throughout his steps Shanum recalled Khan. Their last meeting always ended badly. They again come into contact with a lie that is spoken only because the ego speaks.

But Shanum can't lie to his little heart, he still won't see the man get hurt. He reflexively made his body a shield from the target of an arrow heading towards Khan. Shanum was hit by the arrow, and did not know how he was currently in the real world.

Shanum stepped down, staggering slightly on the hard ground that was roasted by the sunlight. He looked down and his breath choked. A beautiful classic building is on the lower edge of the cliff than before.

The classic building was like a very sturdy small castle, complete with protective fortresses and flat roofs. Very medieval style, with golden brown walls.

Shanum entered the wide-open gate and was again amazed to see behind the walls there were lush gardens, and in the far distance the sea looked bright.

Shanum looked up and something that looked like a stone staircase led to a large solid wooden door in the castle. Shanum started to walk down the stairs one by one until he reached the door.

His breath choked again, when he saw the door before him suddenly open by himself. Shanum frowned, astonished by the sophistication of the door that did not match the appearance of his age background. The doors of medieval times did not open on their own unless someone opened them.

Shanum waited, seeing if anyone would greet him at the door. But after a few minutes of staring, there was also no one who opened the door.

The girl snorted, just thought of by him, the door could have opened automatically, because she was in a dreamland. The strange things that happen in a dream should be very tolerable.

Then Shanum started to step inside the castle. The girl circulated her gaze and muttered in admiration. He seemed to be thrown into the past. The overall decoration of the place was soft and simple. The castle's stone walls were left empty, while ancient works of art and a diverse collection of items called Antiques sweetened the slightly rigid building.

Large oriental rugs decorate the floor, and further soften the rigidity.

The windows were left open, and although the air was hot outside, the castle had been designed in such a way that a gentle breeze blew in through the open window.

Shanum saw a throne at the end of the room. He approached her, not expecting to see the throne, which was a clear clue, that he was in a castle belonging to a king. But why does this room look so empty and deserted? What did the dream mean this time?

An intense silence enveloped him and made his romantic feather stand up abruptly. Shanum can't remember the last time he had such a gripping silence. It looked as if something inside him was sliding up to the surface. He felt troubled - as if there was a surprise behind his dream at this time.

A sudden voice made him turn around quickly, his heart leaping down his throat. A man who was very similar to his father but with a younger version stood not far from Shanum's standing. He greeted Shanum warmly in Mongolian which sounded like music. His face looked friendly with a wide smile rising on his lips.

Shanum. He should have understood the words he said, but somehow his mind was suddenly empty. Shanum's chest felt tight. The majesty of this man made his tongue and brain as though dead end.

The man extended his hand. Shanum shook his head, the girl looked at him with a face full of doubt.

"Welcome to my house, grandson of my descendants. I hope your time here can refresh your soul and body" he said.

Oh, my God, the grandson of Descendants? That means the man is... Oh no he must be dreaming. Shanum regained his senses and hit his eel.

Oh, my God, he's dreaming. Oh, how stupid of him.

"Why did you hit your head, Shanum?" The man looked at her in astonishment mixed with amusement.

"You know my name?" Shanum.

"Of course I know. I've been waiting for this meeting for hundreds of years."

"You waiting for me?" ask the girl nervously.

"Yes, I'm waiting for the girl in the upcoming prophecy to save the entire Clan from destruction. And that girl is my descendant" he replied in a proud tone of voice.

"I'm not the girl in the prophecy. You must be wrong." Shanum bit his lip, hesitating. "And haven't you been-"

"Yes, I'm dead. My own brother killed me. And yes, you're the girl in the prophecy. If you're not that girl, there's no way the necklace could circle your neck" the man said.

Shanum Kontan fingered his neck. And he froze. How could the necklace possibly be on his neck. Wasn't it before swimming he left it in the room?

The man chuckled amusedly looking at Shanum's confused expression. "The trunk will return to your neck if you're in danger, Shanum. And now you're in danger. That arrow contains a dangerous poison."

"Toxic earth?" shanum Beo.

"Yes, now all those who love you are frantically looking for an antidote."

"And did they succeed?" shanum asked with a face suddenly becoming grim.

"Yet. But I think they'll make it. Your soul mate will do everything for your recovery. He's so bad at the moment."

"You mean, Khan Adrian?"

"Yes. Who do you expect to be your soul mate, Shanum?" The man smirked towards her.

Shanum shook his head strongly. "No way, our bond is currently being closed. He had amnesia and forgot about me. I saw a sturdy wall blocking our bond." Shanum's tone of voice sounded sad as he said those words.

The man smiled warmly. "We'd better sit down. Will you accompany me to sit there." The man pointed to the throne in front of them.

"Em, it seems like I can't," Shanum replied quickly.

"Why? That seat on the throne won't bite you, Shanum, "the god with a cheerful face.

"I don't deserve to sit there, sir. Uh, my Lord King."

The man smiled back. "Call me Chenghiz." Upon seeing Shanum about to argue with him again, the man gestured with his hand and said, "No need to hesitate, and do not try to call me grandfather, please, because my current form is not old enough to be called that name."

Shanum rolled his eyeballs. He was astonished at once amused, the men were neither in the dreamland nor in the real world, having exactly the same mannerisms. Both abstinence if called by the name of grandfather. What is wrong with being called Grandpa? That old stigma seemed too frightening for all ages and situations.

"I'm just kidding, Shanum. Of course you can call me Grandfather," he said with amused naughtiness.

"Yes. Your expression since then has been very funny." The man laughed again. "Oh, I haven't laughed so often."

Seeing the happiness on the man's face upset Shanum suddenly disappeared. He came smiling.

After laughing, the man gestured to Shanum to follow him up the steps of the throne and sit there.

Shanum followed him, after the man gave his gesture. The girl sat quietly beside Chenghiz, and said, "May I know, why do you know what happened in the real world?"

"I'm still in Shanum's world. My physical form is already in the ground. But my soul can't go to the next realm because there's still a task I have to complete in this world."

"So you're a ghost? What is the unfinished task?" shanum asked curiously. The girl instead of feeling afraid to meet the spirit, instead felt interested in wanting to know more deeply.

The man laughed again. "I'm not a curious spirit. In other words, I have a duty to help you complete the prophecy."

Shanum sighed tiredly. "Frankly I am still confused about the girl in this prophecy. Because a lot of things don't suit me."

The man raised an eyebrow. "Who do you mean the discrepancy? Can you tell me?"

"First, I am not the girl who has the blood of the four clans. Continuing on the second one, I am not necessarily the pair leader of the Altan Clan. Now only Khan Adrian forgets me, and the bond of soul between us will soon be broken."

Chenghiz smiled broadly. "Alright, I'll explain it from the beginning so you can understand our genealogy." The man then cleared his throat. "I have a Father who is from the original Batbayar Clan. While my mother was not from the Batbayar Clan at all. She is the daughter of the Bataar clan leader. So in my blood flows the blood of two Clans, Shanum. Then I married a girl from the Batzorig Clan. There are already three clans in your blood Shanum."

Chenghiz took a breath. "While for the blood of the Altan Clan comes from yourself. Not from. You are the reincarnation of the former Khan Adrian couple, Shanum. He is you now. Don't you dream about her often. You saw that woman's memory in the time she lived."

"I'm reincarnation Sintai? It's impossible." Shanum shook his head strongly. The girl's face was very suspicious of the man's words.

Chenghiz's expression softened, his eyes gleaming, "Is it because he suddenly appeared and came alive, Shanum?"

The girl forced herself to answer, "Yes, she's alive. He showed up recently, "and made my relationship with Adri go back to zero.

Chenghiz looked at Shanum full of mystery. "He's not a Sintai. Your job is to dismantle the woman's cover. And please be careful. The woman is not what she looks like."

Shanum remained silent for a long time. The man also felt that the girl was silent because she did not hear any sound. "You're serious?" ask Shanum.

"I'm very serious about this" replied the man.

"Okay, I believe you. Now about my relationship with Khan Adrian-"

"You can never break the bond between your souls. No one can" Chenghiz said.

"Why can't it?" ask Shanum again.

"Because not everyone was chosen to find his soul mate, Shanum. The necklace you wear is also owned by the four clans, of course, with different colors. Gold color for Batbayar Clan, red color for Altan Clan, Blue color for Batzorig Clan and silver color for Bataar Clan. According to the early history of its appearance, the necklace was given by our Gods in the past as a gift for the women who remained faithful waiting for their partners to go to war." The man was silent, his gaze looking far away.

"The necklace you were wearing was previously worn by my grandmother. After she died, the necklace mysteriously disappeared. He will only show up to newly chosen couples. And uniquely the necklace will always change shape, adjusting to the strength of its new owner. Yours corresponds to your birthmark, flower petals."

"You must be wrong, Grandpa. This necklace appeared when I dreamed of meeting Nekhii" Shanum said.

"A, Nekhii. That amazing woman."

"You know him, Grandpa?"

"Of course I know her, she's my wife's best friend."

"Friend?" ask Shanum. It turned out that the world where these four clans were located was really narrow. They are related to each other.

"Yes. They are friendly. Nekhii was a friend since my wife's childhood. He's a great Empath. You can trust him, he won't let you down."

"of course. That woman was Khan's great-grandmother. And all this time he has helped me a lot" Shanum replied with a smile.

"Nekhii also has a soul necklace belonging to the Altan Shanum Clan. If you ever see him again, you can ask him more deeply."

"That means the necklace just happened to appear after I met Nekhii?"

"Yes, it could be," Chenghiz replied.

Shanum sighed. "So, the soul's bond can't be broken" the girl muttered to her.

"Hmm, if one of the couples lost his memory, would it still bind their souls?"

"Yes, they'll stay tied. And that bond will find its way to reunite them. No one can decide them but death, Shanum."

It is hard to imagine he would be bound forever to Khan amid the current strife. Shanum did not want to be constantly hurt by the behavior of the soul mate's man.

"Trust me, Shanum. He'll remember you. The bond was too strong to be forgotten just like that" Chenghiz said. The man seemed to be able to read Shanum's thoughts just now.

"All you have to be aware of right now is Shanum's group of black magic owners. Ever since I was alive they've been messing up a lot. Even I suspect the mastermind behind my sister's kidnapping is their group. Xanadu is just a pawn they meticulously arranged."

The man fell silent, while looking at Shanum with a serious expression. "My job is to warn you about this flow of black magic, Shanum. Because they have started to move, and are stronger and organized at the helm. They've also infiltrated all four clans."

Shanum pinched the base of his nose with his fingers. "That means the girl's main task in divination is to destroy this black magic flow group?"

"Yes, and it takes courage, tremendous strength, an intelligent mind and a very sincere heart. You have all those qualities in you, and I'm so proud you're my descendant, Shanum."

Shanum's twitching lips revealed a stifled smile, he rolled his eyeballs. "It turns out you're very clever to praise, Grandpa. I'm so flattered."

The man almost laughed looking at Shanum's expression. "I say based on reality. And it seems I should leave soon. They called me. Now it's your turn to believe in yourself and your soul mate. You two complement each other perfectly. Never doubt."

The man started to fade. "Oh, I almost forgot." He reappeared, his shadow condensing back. Shanum wanted to laugh seeing that, but he held it back.

"Please tell my sister, Chinua. I forgive him, and I want him to be happy. Forget the past, keep it all behind as a memory. Goodbye, Shanum, my granddaughter."

"Goodbye, Grandpa." Shanum smiled, and felt his eyes heating up. The brief encounter with his great-grandfather caused a sense as if he had known the man for many years.