Chapter Eleven: Pros and Cons

Amelia felt her heart racing in her chest as she watched Jonah twisting on the bed, his body covered in sweat. She could feel the intense heat emanating from his burning skin, even when sitting. Her hands trembled as she squeezed a cold cloth and carefully applied it to his forehead, in a bid to alleviate his discomfort.

"Jonah, I need you to relax," she implored, her voice breaking.

But, he couldn't hear her. His eyes looked frenzied and distracted, scanning the room as though perceiving imaginary objects. His mouth was moving quickly, releasing a flow of incomprehensible words, bits of spells she couldn't understand. None of it made sense to her at all.

"Anismas... tirè... visions... freya..." he whispered, his voice fluctuating in an intense rhythm. Amelia tried to grasp the meaning but she couldn't. He spoke a confusing mix of old languages and mystery words.

She was overwhelmed by panic. She took hold of his hand, wishing her touch would bring him back to reality, but his fingers remained stiff and resistant. Her eyes filled with tears, making it difficult for her to see clearly. "Jonah, I beg you to please calm down. Listen to my voice," she murmured, her words interrupted by tears.

Helplessly, she observed his body convulsing, a violent shudder that appeared to originate from a profound place. None of it looked ordinary. His muscles tightened and then loosened, causing him to feel even more exhausted.

Amelia clenched her teeth to suppress a cry. She felt completely helpless, incapable of taking any action except observing Jonah's struggle with the demons that plagued him. He looked possessed, like he was battling unseen forces.

After what felt like forever, his body eventually became motionless. His breath began to slow down, becoming more regular. Amelia dried her tears and readjusted the chilled cloth on his forehead, her hands shaking. She refrained from moving, worried that any abrupt movement could shatter the calmness that had finally enveloped him.

Jonah's eyes closed and he drifted into a deep, tired slumber. Amelia dropped down next to the bed, feeling her energy draining away. She laid her head on the corner of the bed, her eyes fixed on Jonah's unreadable expression, hoping he would remain peacefully asleep.

In Jonah's unconsciousness, a strange thing unfolded. He found himself traveling back to his history, seeing memories that had been hidden for a long time. He envisioned himself as a young boy, running through tall grass fields, with his laughter filling the summer air. He observed his mother's face, her gentle eyes brimming with affection and concern. It didn't make sense. It felt like a dream and reality at the same time.

He could feel it, every bit of emotions. The moments of happiness and sadness, success and failure, were displayed as the scenes changed. The pictures streamed like a creek, drawing him deeper into his past.

Amelia kept a close eye on him, prioritizing his safety over her own fear. She was unsure of his thoughts and emotions, but she prayed fervently that they would offer him comfort. Throughout the night, she remained beside him, hoping he would get better.

While watching him for a while, she fell asleep from excessive fatigue from the day's stress.
Amelia jolted awake when Jonah's body began convulsing once more. She tried to restrain him softly, concerned he could injure himself. He had his eyes closed firmly, yet his face showed signs of intense pain, as if he was battling against an invisible entity.

In Jonah's thoughts, the world circled around him, and he was standing in a dark, dreamlike environment. It was both familiar and strange. All at once, he caught a glimpse of his former self, clad in olden attire, with eyes conveying a depth of understanding and grief that appeared to transcend time itself.

The fact that it felt like him and he knew it was a part of him from his previous life caused a chill to run down his back.

"Who are you?" Jonah's voice shook with fear.

“No, who are you?” The familiar figure asked him.

Jonah's brows furrowed, "I don't know, why do I have these powers?"

The figure moved nearer, his aura being both soothing and daunting. "Adivine spirit made you," the figure replied, with a voice echoing from another world. "You were put on this earth for a reason, Jonah. Others similar to you exist, but they remain hidden due to the world being too cruel and shallow minded to acknowledge them. We need to remain hidden.”

Jonah felt a sudden mix of fear and curiosity.

"What should I do?" he inquired, barely audible.

The figure extended his hand, keeping it poised over Jonah's heart. “If you want to achieve your destiny, you need to adhere to these guidelines. Avoid honey as it can reduce your abilities. Your ability will only get stronger and stabilize if you utilize it in aiding others. There are people known as the Keepers who will try to stop you. They compelled us to seek refuge and were the cause of your demise in a previous existence. If you're not careful, they will prevent you from saving humanity again.”

Jonah's thoughts quickly overwhelmed him as he considered the consequences of what was said. “What can I do to stop them? What can I do to ensure my safety?”

The eyes of the figure showed a combination of sadness and hope, becoming gentler. “Believe in your instincts. Stay alert. Look for people who need assistance and ensure their safety. The Keepers may try to discourage you, but your power resides in your good will. Do not forget that your abilities are divine. Utilize them with discretion.”

As the figure's words disappeared, the world around Jonah started to become blurry. He experienced a tug, pulling him back to consciousness. He suddenly woke up, breathing heavily, his body still warm but no longer shaking. Tears streamed down Amelia's cheeks as her worried face hovered over him.

"Jonah, are you okay?" she inquired, her voice filled with relief.

Jonah weakly nodded, his mind spinning from the unexpected encounter. He whispered that he had seen him. "He informed me... he informed me of the necessary things I must do."

Amelia's eyes widened, containing a mixture of fear and hope. "What was his statement?"

Jonah deeply breathed but before he could say anything else, he felt right back asleep. Amelia watched him while he slept peacefully for a while until she fell asleep too.

Upon waking up, he looked around and he saw Amelia, who was asleep on his chest with her face streaked with tears, resting against him.

The gentle morning light streamed through the curtains, enveloping them in a soft radiance. Jonah felt a rush of tingling feeling in his heart as he gazed at her. She looked calm and lovely. He didn't want to disturb her sleep just yet. He softly stretched his hand and moved a stray strand of hair from her face, his fingers resting on her smooth skin.

Amelia shifted a little bit upon feeling his touch, stirring and opening her swollen eyes with a blink. There was a brief moment of silence between them, but then everything of the previous night flooded back. She raised herself a bit, gazing at Jonah with a mix of relief and remaining fear.

"Jonah," she murmured, her voice rough from tears, "you're up."

He gave her a nod while offering a comforting smile. “Amelia, I'm awake and I'm fine.

She rubbed her eyes, attempting to remove the traces of both sleep and tears. "You scared me," she confessed, with her voice shaking. "You were having severe convulsions. I believed…” She stopped speaking abruptly, leaving the sentence incomplete. “Seems like food poisoning.”

Jonah held her hand and softly applied pressure. "I know, I'm sorry Amelia, it wasn't about the food. "The honey was the cause
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She gazed at him, confused. “Do you have any allergies?

He shook his head and then nodded his head, trying to come up with the appropriate words to explain everything to her. "No, it is not an allergic reaction. While I was in a state of unconsciousness, I... I saw my previous existence. Anda figure right after. He informed me regarding the honey. My abilities were lost by it. I have a purpose to fulfill, people to assist, and risks to be careful of. I must steer clear of the honey.”

Her eyes opened wide with a combination of disbelief and concern as she gazed at him. “Jonah, are you sure? Perhaps you were experiencing hallucinations due to the fever.”

He let out a sigh, fully aware of the unbelievable nature of it all. “I understand it may be difficult to understand, but it is all true Amelia. It was genuine. He gave me instructions on actions to take and things to avoid. The honey was something that could kill me. It's not only about the things I witnessed; the emotions I experienced are just as important. They are about me.”