The woman was terrified and immediately sprinted into the house.
She barged in and her eyes were caught by the sight of a tall, charred figure.
"You dare come in here! Don't hurt Sunny! Get out!" She was so filled with rage that she felt as though her eyes were about to burst from her head. She swung her sword and the sword intent surged out like a wave across the ocean.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The powerful sword intent struck the tall, charred figure but seemed to have no effect and collapsed into nothing on impact.
The woman's heart stopped as fear ran through her. 'What kind of monster is this? How is it so strong? How am I going to save Sunny?'
"Who are you? What do you want with us?" the woman squealed, trying to hide her terror, but she dared not make a move forward too rashly.
There was a moment of stillness. The charred figure seemed to be struck dumb, making no moves and saying no words. This made the woman all the more nervous.
"Belle..."
Finally, she heard a choked voice speak.
The woman was now the one struck dumb.
The voice was so familiar, but who was it? She couldn't quite place it.
"Auntie, I like you very much. You're so beautiful," Sunny said, seemingly talking to the air. Then, out of nowhere, appeared a beautiful being.
Buzz...
When the woman saw the beautiful figure, her mind went blank and she began hyperventilating. She was short of breath and felt suffocated and overwhelmed.
"Elsa!" she screamed out. She trembled, struggling to believe the beautiful figure in front of her was real.
"Belle." Elsa saw her too now and became emotional as well.
They had finally returned.
"No! This isn't real. You've got to be a demon. Go to hell you!"
Belle seemed to have just woken from a dream, still unsure of reality. All this was so strange and surreal. She thought a demon must have disguised itself as Elsa for the purpose of taking her daughter from her.
Belle rushed over to attack, not hesitating for a split second.
Bang! The sword that was about to stab into Elsa exploded to pieces with a loud bang.
The massive counter-force rebounded Belle away.
"Belle!"
The tall, charred figure had vanished in a flash and, with his pure physical strength, mobilized his speed to the limit. When he reappeared, he already held Belle tightly and tenderly in his arms.
"Belle, it's me. It's your brother, Darren." Darren couldn't help but sob, with both joy and sadness, when he looked on her face. It was no longer childish like he remembered but it was still so familiar to him.
"Let go of me, you demon! Don't touch me! You're not my brother. Don't use your dirty tricks on me. You're not taking Sunny away! I will not let that happen!" Belle was still in a wild and confused rage, still disbelieving. She knew her brother and sister-in-law had gone to the Primitive Wilderness and would never come back, so it could not be them.
"Belle, don't be afraid. It really is me, I really am your brother. Do you remember once when I was a teenager, I almost died and was thrown into the woodshed? And later I was hit by that strange stone..."
Darren spoke of the past, giving her as many details as he could to convince her of who he was.
These words were like a thunderclap in Belle's mind and made her freeze on the spot as her eyes looked on blankly.
The tall, charred figure told her of the past exactly as she remembered it, a past when she had been together with her elder brother. There were even details she could not recall herself until the charred figure mentioned them.
"Darren... Is that really my elder brother? Don't lie to me, I can't take it anymore. I'm so scared..." Belle couldn't hold back her tears and emotion anymore and collapsed and wept, tears streaming down her face.
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