I am deeply bothered to something I don't even know about. Navigating the long and silent hallway made me think and rethink some scene that made it to mind. And it was so grovelling to the extent I lost the sense of reality just now. I gasped to find myself staring at the blankness of the wall that end the hallway. I shivered to wake up. “Dead end?” I ask myself, unable to analyze what just happen. “What I'm doing here, anyway? Surely not because I'm lost,” I added with a sigh of resignation to the rising conflict within me. Before I look away to determine my location, I notice the print in the wall. It was something that made my heart to race in apprehensive speed and my eyes to widen. It was a goddamn of a mirror! “Child, child,” a screeching sounds, blowing like a whisper of wind. “Come, let's dance to the wild!” “What...was that?” I gulped, looking away to the emptiness of the hallway. The wall at the otherside meets my wonder, it shine brightly. Just now, the voices came o
The young prince was a mystery. He has this complex expression that I couldn't understand at all. While pondering the matter, I find myself staring at the desolation of the place. There's seems to be out of ordinary. “Why I feel like it never been like this before?” I grip to my dress tightly. After I gotten to convey the message to the young prince, I got myself excuse. It was just a glimpse of scene that shake me and teleported me to reality of what's this world really was and what my role in here. I sighed. “Perhaps I'm just sick inside. That's maybe why I'm even here, forgotten by mom,” my voice crack and I was shaken to the absurdity of this all. Why I'm even thought of that woman again? “Mom will never comeback,” I said to myself, “so please don't think of the matter again. Let's...give up.” It so sudden that I leave panting, the heat that boling inside me. The thought of the woman who abandon me for the sake of entering this goddamn of a palace still anger me. The hatred ins
I bury my face in my palm. I can feel the heat covered my paled face as I ran away with a screeching scream. I just like teleported from the deepest of my subconsciousness and it was one of embarassing to witness him looking as if I was some sort of bizzare creatures in the dark. Having able to move and think on my own, I didn't hesitate to leave that annoying child behind.A child... I laughed away the shame in my heart. What's I'm even thinking right now? There's certainty in me though that realized why do I let myself drawn to the deepest of his eyes. He may looks like child, however, my mind couldn't let go the face of that man that I saw in him. And I just thought strangely that it was him!I really gotten out of my mind...“Sis!” a familiar voice of that woman stop my overflowing thought. I gasped to find that I'm facing the same hallway. The woman was there, looks of confusion and curiousity evidents in her eyes. “C-cynthia,” I gulped when my voice echoed out to coming back
Third Person POV Everything, from the moment Altara wakes up in the palace and to the moment she confront that woman in the hallway, someone dress in bloody rob watched the goings on. This man stood highly and couldn't grasped to what this recurring situation that unexpected. His expression was those of a shock. “That,” his heart tremble. He look closely to the fragments in the wall, looking to the thing that shine bright with unusual color that was a mix of blood, dark and blue like sky. Shockingly, there's a gleam of glory in his eyes as he exclaimed, “The Detector Sword!” Altara catching her breath this time, blood spatteted like river from her mouth. She staggered backward, away from the one who stab the Detector Sword to the deepest of her heart. Just as she fell in her knees, he felt his heart stabbed and he groaned so loud that shelves shivered around. “What...” His hands tightened to fist and he clenched his teeth, as if he realize something that he never know exist. And r
Bloody. The line up of the men in black was a gunt of a sight. No matter how one will see the situation was such a funny thing. They were ferocious with a reason, yet they freeze to move the moment the darkness lifted like a weeds in the farm field. Or was it the whole City? Whatever the certainty, the scene was so bloody. As darkness lifted, the bloody cops turn into a pieces of gore. Their flesh and blood color the surface that once dry and dead as ash. It was such a glorious sight for one who overseer the bloody war. “That was an easy defeat. What a pity,” the thunderous of voice filled the area accompanied by the laugher that was hair-raising. “Bloody cops, what a loser you are becoming. Father surely disapppointed this time, isn't he?” The laughter continued that this woman has long been hold back for almost eternity. It wasn't thunder nor soft, it was such an eerie that coming from the deepest of her soul. Shockingly, her mouth didn't even open this whole time! And yet t
I never expected the young prince to nod in agreement. I almost lose my breathing but I able to hold on. Inside me doubt everything. Is he really neee my treatment? “Your wound doesn't seem so bad,” I said while looking to his chest. He look at me as if I am some sort of specimen. “You think so?” I clear my throat and look away. “I mean you are strong young prince. You are the future of the palace, so what's a mere wound could do terrible to your sacred body?” “I see,” he nodded and look away. His eyes shut up that I found myself looking intently in his paled face. He looks fine, yet he moan as if in a massive pain. That started after he nodded his understanding to what I'm saying. So I'm kind of doubting, he was exaggerating. “You are a prince for a reason,” I tells him with my consoling voice and tapped his shoulder. “You can heal naturally. I'll pray for that to happened.” His eyes snap to open, annoyed for some reason. “Heartless,” he cross his arms, eyeing me as if I am so
I find myself waking in my room. It was such a sight that brought me on my knees when a glass-door shone bright in colors that made me blink for sore. “You're awake,” a thunderous voice stop me from opening my eyes and find myself rub it as hard as possible. I must gotten mad! “You alright?” It softened and I almost lost the remaining strength to go pretending I am crazy to think there's some sort of bitch inside my room. It was a familiar voice and a familiar feeling brought upon. It sent enormous waves of shivering cold that destructive to my well-being. She moves around and her every footsteps was like a screeching axe that ready to hit me. And was so hair-raising that I startled to step back. Her shadow tells me she goes around and scan for something, and she didn't focus all the attention on me. Which I instantly brought upon myself as opportunity to calm and device the idea of trapping this bitch for my own advantage. I kind of thinking the event in the hallway, it still b
Third Person POV The freezing winds shivered the one who walk neared the lake. His face paled, his lips trembled yet he wouldn't dare to stay and find shelter to the cave in the distant he never mind. Or was he even aware of what's around him, the lake that silently freezing and the cave that grown fat in this freezing world that long forgotten. Every second, a sigh can be heard. His eyes change from dark to blood every now and then, and shockingly right now it fill with the color only can sight in a summer sky. It takes only for a shivering wind to vanish the colors, as if those of a summer season that forgotten. It remain for a dark one, which side can sight the remain of a blood. He shivered as if to wake up from a deep nightmare. His paled face horrored to look around, eyes widened. “This...” He shuddered when he realize where he was and what does it even mean. He can only smile bitterly when he remember. “So the highly being as myself was discarded by the witch...?” he said