Chapter 5

Han looked at his mother, in a confused but she continued," The cycle that has given them everything, and us nothing. The cycle that has made them the masters, and us the slaves. The cycle that has made them the gods, and us the demons. The cycle that they have repeated, and repeated, and repeated! She continued but this time in a sterned tone. "The cycle that they have taken from us, and now they shall be taken away."

Chills now running down Han's spine as he didn't know what to do, standing there awkwardly as he couldn't muster the courage to speak. 

She looked at her son, and grinned. "Not anymore, my son. Not anymore. The cycle is broken, and there is no turning back. No fixing it, or restore it, or save it. There is no way for them to escape their fate."

She clutched her chest abruptly, gasping for air. A pang of doubt and fear pierced her heart.

"Are you okay?" Han asked in concerned.

She shook her head, trying to clear her mind. She saw a risk, a chance, a hope. A possibility, a solution, a way. "No." She mumbled. "But there is a way for them to escape their fate, for them to unblock their only path. A way for them to stop it plan if it happens."

She hated that way. She feared it. She denied it. "No, I'm not okay."

"I'm scared. Scared of what they will do if they find out! What will happen if we fail." she panted historically.

Han wrapped his arms around her, comforting her. "Don't worry mother, we'll make it. We'll find a way."

She ignored him, and his words, his embrace. She forgot him, his feelings, and his trust. She grinned again, and he didn't see it.

She leashed out of his arms, she messed her hair, as she thought. She thought, and she schemed, and she plotted.

"What are you smiling mother?" he asked curiously. 

She turned to face him, her eyes gleaming. "Nothing, just thinking about how much fun we're going to have."

He frowned, sensing something was off. "Fun? What do you mean?"

She looked to her son in a confident and proud voice. "My son do not worry about anything. Everything is under control, is going according to plan, it's perfect!"

"What plan?" he asked his tone sounding confused.

The queen kept her smile bright from ear to ear. "My plan, my son, is a secret, a curse, and a blessing."

 She smiled, and she laughed like a lunatic. "Are you curious, my son?"

 Han looked at his mother and nodded, and he smiled, "Yes, mother. I am curious."

 The queen grinned. "Then wait my son. Soon, very soon! Just give it time."