The mysterious “Sister” walked deeper into the hallway, I followed her.
“What is your name? It feels slightly weird calling you “Sister”, I would rather call you by a given name…” I called walking right behind her.
She chuckled and stopped, then turned around and looked me up and down.
“I don't have a name… I used to have a name a long time ago, but I already forgot the sound of it,” she smirked.
I couldn't tell if she was joking, or telling the truth, but that made me extremely curious…
“H-how old are you?” I muttered nervously.
“You might say that I am literally antient,” she chuckled.
“H-how…?!” I gasped.
“It's rather easy, if you carry enough of power within you, the magic can make one limitless,” she explained nonchalantly.
I got closer keeping up her pace, trying to take another look at her fa
That night I found out about the gruesome way break my magical bound with Samil. The solution that the mysterious witch told me was simple – whether he dies… or I die. I had hidden the fact how badly I felt attracted to him, I didn't walt to tell her about the demon's seal either. I shared enough of information about me for the first meeting.The fact that Sister didn't bat an eye while suggesting killing someone, made me wonder if she grew indifferent towards human life and death over the years. If so, the decrease of her moral values along with her overwhelming power was making her deadly dangerous creature…I wasn't certain if taking magical lessons from someone like her would have been a wise choice, yet she could be my only option to learn how to control my natural abilities. It was tempting enough to take the offer despite of the risk. I was already aware that she wasn't fond of the Borda family, I wondered how deep her hatred went. I guessed,
The sound of alarm clock brought me back. I woke up heavily panting, my heart was beating so loud I could feel it in my eardrums. My whole body was trembling while brain kept processing what happened to me. Was it Sister's words that triggered this… whatever it was I saw, or was it my own magic trying to tell my something?I couldn't shake off the feeling that there was strong a connection between Immara and me. Could she really be me from the past? Could we really share the same soul? It still sounded surreal, but I knew I had to find some way to find out who she was. Moreover, that person in the black hood… it couldn't be a coincidence that he looked exactly like Samil, could it? Certainly, there was a probability that it was my mind playing a trick on me, that my vision mixed real, past events with my imagination, and I unconsciously placed Samil there, because he was almost always on my mind…I wished I could dream a little longer, I wished I c
Samil gazed at the CFO with a satisfied smirk. Basing on their characters, I could guess they were not just “good friends”, they were more like brothers… or even twins sharing a collective mind. They were both cold, calculative, and uncompromising. Mr. Havet stood up from his chair and walked towards the presentation screen.“Can you go back to your first slide?” he asked, or rather ordered the assistant who showed the presentation.The young female flinched, her hands started shaking, she barely managed to hold the remote control, I took her a while before she pressed the right button. Mr. Havet observed her composedly standing right next to her. As soon as the slide appeared on the screen, he pointed on few basic points presented there.“Are you the one responsible for that load of nonsense?” he asked her, smiling maliciously.“I-I-I… only prepared… the presentation,” she stated stutte
I wondered why I couldn't shut up and tell myself that it didn't concern me. Now, the whole department was watching me, and I could easily predict that if I failed to save them, they would blame me instead of feeling a little thankful that I tried… The CEO chuckled as he most likely found my desperate attempt of saving the entire department's jobs amusing. That moment I wished I could be as calculated as he was, I wouldn't get myself into trouble again. I looked at the CFO, he was smiling at me, impatiently waiting to hear my idea. I immediately realized that I burst out without even thinking about it thoroughly, but I knew I had to pretend as I knew exactly what I was doing. “My idea is to use our website and social media more actively…” I began. I instantly heard groans of disappointment and discontent extending into the room. So much for giving me courage to speak… I started to regret my rush decision even more. I was irked, but I decided to continue despi
I stood at the threshold petrified for few seconds, then I turned to Samil and Mr. Havet. “D-did you see that…?” I was seeking confirmation that I wasn't the only one. “Yes…” Mr. Havet replied, “It might be a reporter hoping for a good scoop, but it might be also something worse than that…” he sighed. “Mr. Philips…?” Samil turned to the concierge with a deadly glare. “I deeply apologize on behalf of the Grand royal restaurant… You obviously have our full cooperation in solving this outrageous situation,” he bowed down. “We need your surveillance footage,” Samil demanded. “Certainly,” the concierge bowed even lower, more apologetically and left us to prepare the recordings. We walked inside the private room, Mr. Havet closed the door. Samil took his phone out to make a call. “Someone dared to take pictures of us, he wore a cap, didn't have any backpacks with him, so he might be going by a motorcycle or a car, instead of
We left the restaurant and got back to work. I kept glancing at Samil on the way back to the office, hoping to notice any signs, that he recognized himself as the main character of my story. Yet, that didn't happen. He either decided to keep his poker face despite the facts he knew that I was the one who rescued him, or this event didn't matter to him as much as it used to… or as much as it mattered to me. I felt upset knowing that the accident which determined my whole life could become irrelevant to him over the years. I imagined that when he would find out the truth, everything would change. Well… something did change. He stopped teasing me, his attitude became colder. I tried to tell myself it was merely my imagination, and that I expected too much from him, but my aching heart didn't want to hear such explanation. We got back to the office almost without talking to each other. Only Mr. Havet and I engaged ourselves in a meaningless shred of conversation, Samil d
Immara's legs and arms were bleeding from being dragged through the ground. She couldn't heal herself since the Duke's presence was somehow preventing her from using magic. The worst part of experiencing this sort-of-dream was that I felt the pain. I was bleeding as much as she bled, and I couldn't do anything about it, her emotions were my emotions. It felt so real I thought I could die if those torture lasted longer… But the more terrifying fact was I couldn't wake up! The Duke tied the rope in the middle of the chain of Immara's shackles as an extension, then tied the other end on the rope around his hand. He got on the horse. Immara used that time to get up from the muddy ground. “Let's go!” the Duke commanded, and the whole group of the Black Hoods rode on their horses off of the village. I could hear the villagers cried after Immara, while she was walking fast, trying to keep their pace, and continuously stumbled following the Duke's horse. She met a cr
I jumped up on my bed and nearly screamed. My hands were shaking, and I could feel the exhaustion from pulling the Duke up from the cliff, like I was the one who actually did it. I looked around to assure myself that I was awake and back in my own room. I sighed in relief and collapsed on the bed again. My heart was pounding like I just ran the marathon. I touched my lips with fingertips. I still felt the tingling sensation, as it was my lips that the Duke kissed. The irony of what I experienced hit me hard… I wondered if Samil's lips tasted the same as Duke's. No matter how hard I thought about the Duke as an enemy, he was as freaking hot as Samil! Besides, there was another thing that irked me… “Why Samil couldn't have a spontaneous reaction like that, when he found out I saved his life?!” it was definitely one of the things I envied Immara. Of course, I couldn't tell if the Duke did it to thank Immara, it was more likely that he did on a whim using the adr