Huge, dusty wheels of a red, lavish-designed carriage rattled past the looming figure of an overwhelmed Amethyst by rage. Above her was the sun that was spreading its heat that was excruciatingly hot, over the beings of Droitwitch. Amethyst's eyes were nervously darting across the busy streets to and fro the empty corners of every street she stalked past. The golden fingers of the red eye above the sky cast their rays across the tiny village— creating mysterious shadows. "If only I knew…!" •••[AN HOUR EARLIER] "I'm not in love…the word itself makes me cringe!" Amethyst huffed as her black boots throbbed out of her chambers. Her tiny figure instantly shivered shortly after a scene where Liam and Elizabeth were sharing a passionate moment. Her teeth clenched as both of her hands formed fists. "I don't know why they haven't left yet!" A voice of an unknown individual whispered, intruding into Amethyst's journey out of Castle Ephraim. Silently rummaging for the owner of the voice,
["MALBONTE IS CALLING YOU, MY LOVE. HOLD YOUR HORNED-HEAD HIGH AND OBEY. ALL DEVILS AND DEMONS IN THE DARK ARE AT DAGGERS DRAWN— LET HIM LEAD YOU A PRETTY DANCE AND YOU SHALL WIN!"] •••AMETHYST'S POV: "You are confused and angry. How can a person so notorious as you become weak in a blink of an eye?" Those were the utters Melpomene said to me, on that rainy day, when she showed me hideous memories of mine. Her words still danced in my head— every inch of my body was embraced by indignation. No matter how much I tried to embrace the pain, the hate never seem to fade away— everyone calls me weak whenever they feel like it. As for Circe, she is better off under the ground. I will never forgive her, nor will I ever resume finding her. After a long walk through the forest of Soul Eater, I found myself standing five minutes away from an old, thatched cottage that was built alongside a hissing lake. Mountain poppies were in full bloom in the verbena, on the porch. Birds were flying
"WE ARE GETTING CLOSER TO EACH OTHER— ANOTHER STEP CLOSER AND I WILL SAVE YOU FROM YOUR SILENT CRY. HIDE YOUR EYES FROM THEE, FOR HE SHALL MISLEAD YOU!" {AMETHYST'S SILENT CRY!} A looming figure of a hideously yet beautiful creature jumped out of the window with its burning purple eyes staring piercingly at a suddenly shuddering being— whose figure was covered by a black coat. Behind the blackness of the hoodie worn by an unknown individual, were watery eyes and a face burning with aghast. "Wha…t!?" A whisper of a query escaped from the individual's lips— a whisper that instantly cracked into thousands and thousands of pieces of uncertainty and profound fright. A pair of bone-structured, pointy objects were protruding on the creature's head. The creature is Amethyst.AMETHYST: the creature that was glaring down at Emelia's tiny figure— totally ignoring the pain that came with electrified flames as the black horns were slowly coming into view. "Amethyst?" Emelia questioned inaud
[ SHE IS FINALLY UNDER MY THUMB. SHE HAS FINALLY PROVED TO TAKE AFTER ME! SHE IS ALTHEA MAGNUS, THE DAUGHTER OF MALBONTE! ] •••"What…what are you?" Thunder greedily gasped and gulped for air with his eyes dilated with fear, as soon as Amethyst sashayed inside the thatched cottage with a broken window that was standing as a portal for light. The house was instantly stuffed with the smell of death. Thunder remained under the round table— a place where he had hidden his tiny figure when his 'dear' friend had revamped into a creature his yellow eyes had never seen before. A lump was dancing victoriously in his throat, yearning for him to let it escape through his dry, big lips. Disobeying, Thunder coughed, hoping to swallow the lump but failed. His eyes widened as soon as they captured a pair of pointy, black horns with a measure of 4 inches long, right on Amethyst's head. "That is something you should not worry yourself about!" After a long time of silence, Amethyst decided to rep
61. WILL SHE FIND US?[CASTLE EPHRAIM: THE COUNCIL ROOM] A cacophony of thundering voices and the loud bangs of the table and chairs reverberated across the spacious room, which was bombarded by unfamiliar faces of the five different pack leaders, accompanied by their advisors. Pierce sat quietly in a corner, twenty seconds away from Sir Bernard and Elizabeth. His eyes averted from one place to another, observing the imperfection that was taking place. The room that was once a safe place for the secrets and the truths of the Fridolf Pack went in flames— the very same room that Levi concluded to be a sacred place was filled with a zoo of wild animals, stomping their feet and breaking every wall with their voiceless foreign slurs.Endless demands and ruthless queries flew throughout the room like papers thrown unceremoniously in the air. Everyone went amoke like demented animals in a squabble for leftovers. 1"You don't deserve to be on that chair, Levi should not have given you the
Thunder rumbled as lightning pierced through the hideously, fuming grey clouds that were seen hovering over in the sky. The air suddenly grew heavy and soon it began to rain cats and dogs. Inside Castle Ephraim was an agitated Liam who has been pacing around Melpomene's chambers as she continued to pack all the necessities. "Will she find us?" The question remained unanswered and welcomed a pregnant pause. None of the two opened their mouths, their gazes only darted around the room that was suddenly cold. "Whose blood is that?" Melpomene broke the murdering silence with a question as she pointed at the crimson blood that was painted on both Liam's hands and clothes. "I thought I told you to get ready!"Ignoring the question asked, Liam hissed, averting his annoyed features away from Melpomene and scurried away to the bathroom. "I have to make sure that she finds us— she is not just a mate, she is my 'tulip'. Only I should be hers, not even Malbonte has the right to have his claws
"A BATTLE WITH YOURSELF!" •••[AMETHYST CORVUS; ALTHEA MAGNUS]"Don't listen to her!" "She is a traitor!" "She is a distraction! Not you!" Voices lurked in the chambers of her ears. Her eyes had nowhere to look but to stare deep into the eyes of the girl who was looking back at her with a menacing smile on her features. "Wha…t!?" A confused Amethyst breathed out, nervously staggering as a lump danced in the centre of her throat. It was almost like she was looking at her reflection in the mirror. The only differences were that the one in front of Amethyst did not have horns. The other Amethyst had long, wavy ginger-coloured hair and a pair of emerald, glowing eyes. She wore a smile that Amethyst longed to wear— a smile that drove many away— a smile that defined who Amethyst Corvus was. Shocked and unable to grasp what was happening, Amethyst shifted her eyes away from the other her [The Other Amethyst] and looked around her to find nothing but darkness. "Who are you? Wendell?"
"Breathtaking isn't it?" Circe questioned— her eyes glowed with glee at the sight of a waterfall, whose water was sparkling in the beam of the setting sun. The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky. The water was burbling and hissing songs that were secretly sung by those who worshipped the greatness of NERIDA. Circe sat on one of the big rocks and faced the fire of the sun, spread across the sky as it was going to sleep for the moon to wake up. Her blooming features were covered in nothing but merriment. Her eyes sparkled as soon as they shifted to Amethyst. Amethyst silently sat next to her mother as she observed the beauty of nature take its course to alleviate her racing heart. She quietly tried to find a way to fit in the moment but embarrassment was taking over her system. Though she was not shocked, her eyes rummaged through the unknown location, hoping to remember its name. "You do have a way of distracting me! Say it…why did you bring me here!?"