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Tyron quickly stood up from his seat, a forced smile etched on his face as he watched Sandra make her way to him. What was she dong there? He wondered. Sandra’s appearance could only mean one thing no matter how hard he thought; his father wanted to pass a message that he was watching him. “Why did you come here?” he asked once she finally stopped at his front. Sandra grinned, her eyes alight with joy. “I wanted to assist you, so I asked your father to send me down here. I left just yesterday.” Tyron frowned. If she left just yesterday, that means his father had been monitoring his movements all along. He knew where Tyron was and made sure that he knew, lest he developed any unwarranted ideas. Slowly, Tyron grinned. The supreme lord was really a smart person, to suspect even his own son. “That’s very nice Sandra, but I have got everything covered. You do not need to worry about me.” “But I am here now,” she pushed, holding on to his arms and pouting. “You wouldn’t make me fly al
Sandra made her way into a small building that had the sign 'inn' hung atop it. She was lucky to have found one so quickly, as she had been wandering around the town aimlessly. Tyron was very rude to her. She was doing all she could to reign in her anger, because should she explode, there would be a huge destruction and that would cause a lot of attention to herself. That would halt their search.She walked inside the inn and looked around. It was very simple looking. A wooden desk was at one side of the room, and behind it were several small paintings hung on it. The other side of the wall had flowers on every side, both the painted kind and the real ones. By the far end of the room was a hallway, one she was sure led to the rooms.She frowned, seeing as the room was empty, and walked towards the desk. Atop the desk was a bell and some documents, and she rang the bell impatiently.Running sounds could be heard coming from the hallway, and Sandra frowned as she looked at who made h
Tyron went back to the park and found the trail of magic Sandra had left. He followed the trail for a while and finally found himself in front of an inn. Entering it, he was greeted by the sight of a woman admiring gold coins splattered on her desk."Good day miss," he greeted, causing the woman to immediately gather all her coins to hide them. She looked up at him and he gave her his most charming smile."O-Oh good day." She stuttered, placing the coins slowly in a pouch. Seeing that, Tyron raised his eyebrows, surprise etched on his features. Apparently, Sandra had been generous."May I help you?" She said, getting to her feet."Yes. I am looking for a woman. She lodged in here a few hours ago."The woman looked at him, confused."You know, tall, brooding.""Oh!" The woman answered, smiling brightly. "Are you related to her?"Tyron nodded his head. "Yes, I am. I would love to see her please.""No problem then." She said, moving away from her table. "Please wait a moment while I go te
Days passed since Sandra came to the Dras realm. Tyron had not paid her a single visit since then, causing her anger to slowly rise. After the day he first visited her, she waited for his arrival in the following days, but all to no avail. Days passed, and her hope dwindled even more. She had hoped that he would come at least once to see her, but after a week of waiting, he paid no visit, neither did he send any message. She felt betrayed; how could he treat her like this? All she wanted was to help him find the Abomination, and yet, he treats her as if she wasn't important.Angrily, she dressed up and walked out, heading in search of Tyron.The innkeeper saw Sandra once she reached the entrance and quickly stood up, a large grin etched on her face."Good day ma'am." she greeted. "Hope you had a good night?"Sandra snorted and left the inn without another word.She had been holed up in her room ever since she came, so she didn't have an idea of what route she had to take to find Tyron.
Tyron looked around the majestic house. Thanks to Elijah, he had found a way to sneak into Raul’s abode. The past days, he had been studying the said man and Tyron kept finding him suspicious. His activities were very secretive, and apart from going to his workplace and heading back home, there was no other movement made by him. He had asked Elijah about it, and the latter mentioned that he had never been on the premises of Raul’s house. He only knew where the place was but had never had the opportunity to enter it. He suspected that Raul’s parents may not like him inviting strangers into his home, so he didn’t press. Tyron studied the outer décor of the house. Everything was painted black and grey. There were no plants or shrubs, just plain hard concrete floors. There were also statues of some strange beings that spiked his curiosity. One was of a body without form, and it had holes for eyes. Another looked like a normal human but had no facial features, which was even eerier lookin
Weeks passed since the day Tyron snuck into Raul’s house. He had never returned since then. Instead, what he had been doing was paying extravagant visits to Gwen in her office. He visits her office every day with gifts, ranging from flowers to jewelry and other things women in the Dras realm liked. Since Raul had banned him from entering his studio, he always made a huge show at its entrance in an attempt to rile Raul up. Poor Gwendolyn was embarrassed, but seemed to enjoy the effort he was making in an attempt to woo her. He used the opportunity to take her out on dates whenever she had free time, and he began to notice that her free time became less and less each time he came. Apparently, Raul gives her piles of work to carry out in order to prevent her from seeing him. He felt bad for using Gwen, but at least his plans were working. He took Gwen to a play that took place in the middle of her town. It was something she said she always looked forward to seeing, but for some reason
Raul frowned, his face getting red with anger. Before he could say anything else, Gwen quickly grabbed Tyron's arms and began to walk away."Goodbye, sir." She said to Raul as she left. They both walked out of the theater in silence, Tyron grinning inwardly and Gwendolyn utterly confused. it wasn't u til they had boarded their carriage and had gone a few miles away from the Theater that Gwen finally asked."Did you have anything to do with Raul's house being robbed?""Please, don't tell me you actually believe him." Tyron said, rolling his eyes."But it's strange though, isn't it? Who else in the whole realm has the level of power that you have?""Dear Gwen," Tyron grinned, leaning forward to touch her chin. "You would be surprised by the number of powerful people that resides in your realm." He then leaned back and sighed. "Besides, I am more surprised that he suspects me of having powers.""Well, who wouldn't?" Gwen asked, looking at him curiously. "You are basically a stranger here
Gwen was at home, working on a new song for her workplace. Raul had hired several artists that he could train, but they all lacked the skill of songwriting. So he left her the job of creating songs for them.She was seated by her couch, on the floor, hitting the tip of her charcoal pencil on the note she was writing. Deep in her thoughts, she didn't notice the presence of her mother when she came into the living room."Honey," her mother said, and Gwendolyn quickly glanced at her. "Are you okay?" her mother asked, walking over. "Yeah," Gwendolyn, replied, sitting up straight. "I am fine, I guess." Her mother sat down on the couch opposite her. "Something bothers you. I can see it.""It's no big deal.""Spill. What is it?"Gwendolyn glanced at her mother. "Aren't you supposed to be at your bakery?""I decided to take a break today." Her mother replied, fanning her hair. "I am a little stressed lately, and I thought that I should rest." Her mother stared at her face."You, on the othe