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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
I have never been in the Library that the King design himself. Cynthia determine the location for me and tell me everything that I should have learn the moment I awakened. She didn't explain though what this so called awakened, but I have this guesses that I would rather embrace than to be replace by some sort of a bizzare of history that Cynthia been trying to especulate the moment we realize we are harmless to each other.“You try to avoid this, yet didn't even know how the world really is revolving?” She eyed me suspiciously after I stop her from talking about the existence of this world. I find it strange though. Why would someone such myself listen to the history she trying to say?“Was I'm less aware or just slow you send me to this high-end of facility-” My words stop midair and can only shut my eyes when her face turned into a block of ice.“You sure are unpredictable,” she said, fail to contain the frustration in her voice. In turn, I eyed her suspiciously too, as if she was
It's no secret that the King's have more than a hundred concubine. Not to mention having each of them bearing more than one offspring. The King surely preserving his bloodline. Duch and Duchess, who prefer to commited to only one spouse, thought the King device something far from the knowledge of this world. Threatened, they discreetly hinted the concubine 'that lies to forbidden is a way to the father's heart'. And the library was the long been forbidden place that the concubine thought was the place of knowledge of the likes of the king. Discreetly, every concubine device a plan to not be caught doing something out of the order. Infiltrating a forbidden library never been in their knowledge as an act of treason, and they proceed to the plan without too much thought of it. Plastered in their faces was excitement, thought that it's one of the King's mystery that waited to be discover, and that it was device by the King's itself to begin with. They aren't even competed enough to hide
Just then, the Library begun emitting a strange glow. It blinking from redness to blackness. Then an echoing cry filled the place as I burst out of the library.“Altara!” It was a thunderous voice, a familiar one that I only gritted my teeth for a response. It was filled with warning and discontentment. “Everyone, the King!”I silently moan to the pain of the impact yet my eyes widened when Cynthia exclaimed the presence of someone akin to heaven. I slowly lifted my head, gasped to see the King, walking like a storm cutting through trees and establishment. “You wench,” Cynthia glared, “bowed your head!”“No need,” the King interrupted, his eyes beam with bloody light. Suddenly he grasp his hands, pointed at my paled face. “I declared for my power as a King, witness with all the servants and my followers! You are no more Princess from this day and on, Altara,” he said, filling the place with shivering wind. “Bowed your head to no one as you are subjected to the trial of detector!”Cyn
Who are you?It's suppose my question to the figure who stop me from immersing through the darkness. However I find myself searching for the young prince.“You're making me laugh right now,” Cynthia abruptly said. “I'm not-”“You are, bitch!”I blink numerous times, yet I can only shrugged away the sight of her bitching around. She can only cry out loud when I left without words. I scan in the servants quarter discreetly, looking for familiar face that always accompanied the young prince. “Strange,” one says, bothered, “the young prince said he will to travel the far barren. However he didn't specify the place,” she paused, trying to makes sense, her eyes watered; “Actually he have long abandon us after what happen at Princess Altara's room.”“Why though?” I express the mystery that the servants don't even dare to pursue. Why the young prince change the moment he burst the pitiful door?It didn't take awhile before one of them shuddered, her eyes fully widened when she realize who I