ALL OF US NEED LOVE!Overwhelmed by darkness as always, the Dark Castle was built alone on the highest mountain, away from the rest of the world. Lonely at the top, the rain did not dare to infuse the feeling of melancholy rather lightning pierced through the clouds only a few times. Deep, in the ancient walls of the gothic building, was Mauve who was pouring a reddish liquid on a silver goblet. "Don't deny it, my love. You will feel better in a few days…Prince Dwight would be surprised to have you in the council…!" In a dulcet voice, Mauve advised Lord Rafael who was lying silently on his king-sized bed, covered in velvet bedding sheets. "Don't…don't make yourself…t-t-the lady of the hou…!" Lord Rafael fished the words out in an acidic voice that was soon to be gravelly. Hearing the words she least expected from her "lover", Mauve's face twitched with visible rage that she instantly covered with a smile after turning her features at Lord Rafael. Her long-nailed fingers tightened
56. The day dawned crisp and clear. The sun was already high and the light of dawn seeped into Sir Bernard's bedchamber. Thrushes were merrily jumping up and down. They elegantly flapped their wings— dancing to the soft, soothing song that was being sung by the wind, on the spacious balcony. The event was gladly taking place not far from where Sir Bernard was quietly seated as he took a small mouthful of honey iced tea at a time. His uneven right hand with many furrows was carefully studying the uniqueness of the black-coloured locket, which had Levi's blooming face on the right and his middle-aged, smiley face on the left. "Now we both know what his goal is…destroy Castle Ephraim!" Sir Bernard silently mumbled and instantly said inaudible airs after he heard tottering footsteps on the corridor. His hands promptly covered the locket and put it back on the inside of his coat's pocket. The tottering footsteps quietened down and slowed their pace as soon as the owner approached his
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