Evandros came to meet her.Megara sat in the corner of the grungy prison. She was fortunately given a neat robe but a robe that was meant for prisoners. She slightly raised her head that was resting on her knees and looked at the silhouette outside, at the side of her prison.Thud! Thud!Her heart started to beat faster once she realized who it was. She could feel his eyes on her, could barely see his face but couldn't make out his expression which she was glad for. She truly couldn't face his hatred. She couldn't apologize to him, she couldn't explain things to him at the right time and now it was too late to even apologize.To even properly look him in the eyes."I'm going back." He said, his voice sounded extremely gloomy, he sounded wounded. "Father will stay here until your punishment is decided." He continued and soon added. "Me and Mom are going back." A single tear trickled down her eyes as she put her hand on her mouth to stop her sobs from falling on his ears and pulled her
PRESENT**"Neel... Neel." The small baby sleeping on the large and comfortable bed, let out a muffled groan as he looked to his right with his half-opened eyes and found Megara softly smiling at him.A smile kissed his lips as he wrapped his tiny arms around Megara's neck. With a low chuckle, Megara scooted him up in her arms as he rested his sleepy head on her left shoulder."Such a big baby." She muttered in his ear and carefully put him down near the restroom door once she reached there. "Wash up," She said and he immediately ambled inside the restroom. Once she was sure he went inside. She turned towards the window and drew the curtains aside. Letting the light of the day strike her blurry vision. She opened the window as well, to let the fresh air in. With a sigh, she leaned against the side of the window, gazing outside even though she could barely see the surroundings. But she for sure knew the weather was nice and cloudy since the air was cold and the extra sharp rays of th
Evandros quietly sat on his throne with his legs carelessly sprawled along with the smoke pipe in his hand. His gaze was hazy but intense enough to pierce through the fragile one.He has forgotten what he was like.What was he like when they were together and happy?All of him was hazy but she...he remembers how she was. How she silently looked after him...she wasn't a very expressive one but when he needed her...she showered him with what he was lacking.He couldn't believe how easily his father fooled him. He couldn't believe he trusted him...no he didn't trust him. He never did, after Megara his father was his target but in the end he still ended up being his puppet.He was too broken...he thought that pain would go away but it only got worse when he came to know that she had a liking toward Evenor and then the promise his father made with him, had the fire in his heart raging.He thought, she was living her best life and maybe she wasn't punished enough but then again when he saw
At night time, before dinner."Yes, Yes, I will teach you how to fight," Megara said while pinching his cheeks as Neel grabbed her hands in his tiny ones and began to jump up and down. All of a sudden he came closer and rubbed his soft and chubby cheeks against hers.A chuckle escaped Megara's lips upon receiving his affection. Oh, how badly she wanted to see him. She bet he is a cute and handsome child. She caressed his features and her blurry sight was enough to tell her that he was a cute one.In fact, every child was cute in her eyes but this one got her heart.Now when she thinks about it...Luna must have grown a lot, and others as well. They must be well-trained now. In fact, they might not be training anymore. They must have become great martial artists, unlike their deceased master.She wondered who got her ring.Agnes must have made the right choice.While she was busy pondering it, the door of their room creaked open, bringing her out of her trance as she turned towards the
In a cold room where no window existed, not even a small hole. The walls were tightly packed with cement, making the temperature inside the room worse. Completely torn off from the outside world, tangled in chains that were highly coated with a forbidden spell. A lamp was hanging up in the corner, the yellow flames within it were enough to show a silhouette standing in the middle of the cold room. Chains tightly tangled around his wrists, the room was so cold and silent, even the blood drops falling from his wrists on the cold ground made a loud and clear sound.The person standing in between the room, tightly held down by chains with spells was no one other than a woman. Her silhouette was at least 167 cm long. Her white robe was drenched in blood, some blood stains were dry and some were newly formed. Her mouth was tightly shut by one of the spells, trailing her off from casting her own magic. As if this wasn't enough to stop her from escaping, both of her index fingers were broke
The ending of summer.The beginning of Autumn.Autumn leaves fall from the tree onto the wet slippery rock. Some of them rested on the surface of the lake beside the tree, flowing with the water, some rested on the slippery wet rocks under the shadow of the tree and some flew away with the flow of wind. The surroundings were colder and the wind danced around the long grass, trees, mountains, and people, making them shiver and stammer within their sentences.One after another autumn leaves fall from the tree after losing all their life. Until a slender and soft hand caught one of the dead leaves between her delicate fingers. She brought the leaf near her nose and sniffed it, it had an earthly scent. She smiled and let go of the leaf as soon as a gust of wind stroked her delicate figure. The leaf flew away with the wind and she watched it. Her long black hair swayed with the wind continuously. A gentle smile on her face as she looked around the lake with her gentle eyes. "Helice."Th
Her name was Megara Daybrace from the Scarlet Blossom Clan.As the saying goes around in this sect, 'She was ethereal but it was all in vain.' Beauty cannot fight fate.Some beautiful ones are fated with unsightly ones.Some are beautiful but unsightly within, some are unsightly but beautiful within, all fated.Thus for Megara beauty was nothing...it was all about fate.Which unfortunately was infrequently on her side."Pardon us, Master," Helice said and all four of them stood in line beside each other. Facing their master with a straight stance and warm characteristics. "Where were you this morning?" Megara asked Helice as she slowly walked up to them. Her hands were behind her back as she stood straight with a stern look on her face.She looked at Helice before looking at others indifferently. "I...overslept." Helice said and slightly gulped, barely keeping eye contact with Megara. This woman's eyes were like sharp weapons when she was dissatisfied. Helice lowered her eyes as she
At the entrance of the mountain."Have you guys packed all of your significant possessions?" Megara inquired once she reached the entrance of the sect. "Yes." All four of her students said in unison. She nodded and grabbed her horse reins, mounting her horse with her disciples. All of them were wearing clothes that common people usually wear since they did not want to uncover their originality. Megara's horse was in between them as she carefully eyed each of her disciples.Her eyes paused on Helice who was looking pale. Her lips were blue and her hands were tightly holding onto her horse reins. She seems to be pondering something very seriously."No need to be nervous, Helice." Helice snapped out of her thoughts once she heard Megara's voice. She looked up at her master in a trance, her eyes unfocused for a second. "I know but this mission truly depends on my portal magic. What if I ceased to function?" She asked, her tone slightly hoarse."It's alright. As long as I'm here...you do