Chapter 187

Zedekiel wanted to stay and see what Ron would do but something told him to follow his younger self and so he did. He followed even as his younger self sprinted away from the garden, his movements a blur of speed, almost as if he were a shadow racing across the earth. The wind whipped around him, tousling his silver hair. His dark robes billowing behind him like the wings of a dark angel.

He dashed past the castle, his supernatural speed carrying him effortlessly, propelling him forward with a sense of urgency that mirrored the turmoil within his heart.

Finally, he arrived at the labyrinth, a place of both solace and sorrow. Memories flooded his mind as he navigated the twisting paths, memories of laughter and mischief shared with his brother, Berthiel, amidst the towering hedges.

At the heart of the labyrinth, he came upon the small fountain, its waters shimmering in the silver rays of the moon. The fountain was shaped like a tree, its branches reaching upward in sile