Serra's POVI waited and waited for the old priest to show his self before me. As he appears from the doors, I plaster a smile to welcome him, his eyes wide like of his servants."Clairra," he called.No matter how much I recall there was nothing significant about him other than the pressure he put Clairra through, sending her happily to her death."Old priest, Heliu," I greeted. "I believe you have not heard of it yet... my name is not Clairra. I am Serra, the new Priestess of the East."All of a sudden, everyone started their little murmurs and the old priest's eyes flickered with anger. "May I remind you that changing your name doesn't remove the fact that you have aban--""You must be deaf, old priest." Everyone gasped. "Clairra never spoke like this to you, did she? She was always kind and respectful. You didn't know but, she traded her life for mine just to save her people. Consider me reincarnated... but ultimately, I am not her and she is not me.""If you are not Clairra then
Serra's POVTwo days. I've been roaming around my land for two days, sleeping in an inn with Mhel as my younger brother. I decided to leave the Farashas and learn more about my land. I have three more days at most to enjoy my freedom. I should make it count. "Mhel, are you coming with me to see that merchant? He said a new stock of elixir will arrive today. We better hurry!" I was done putting my cloak on but Mhel was still lazily laying in bed. "Alright, you stay here and I'll get those elixirs for you too."As I opened the door, Mhel stated, "Summon me when you're lost, my Priestess!"I rolled my eyes and chuckled, closing the door behind me. Breathing the air of the busy street of my land, a smile appeared on my lips. Everything seemed a little better now.The famous store was already filled with guards from the tower and nobles' servants. I don't need these elixirs but they come in handy sometimes. And so I waited in line to get inside.It took about forty five minutes just to s
The red light came and everyone was busy crossing the streets except for one lady who remained to stare at a billboard. At first, you would think she’s just admiring the model but if you can see clearer, she’s actually calculating if it’s a good death if she jumps from there.But on second thought, it will smash her face, her whole body and she’d be remembered by many. She didn’t want that; for the media pestering her death. And so she walks away and saves the thought another time.“Serra! Can’t you make it tonight? There’s no entrance fee for this concert! You just have to make it!” Marmi exclaimed. Serra had to cover her best friend’s mouth and glare before letting go. “Sorry!”“I told you, Marmi, I can’t. I have work later. My bills don’t wait!”Marmi snorted, rolling her eyes at her workaholic Cinderella best friend.“You’re going to miss your teenage life and that’s tragic! Who’s going to marry you? You don’t even have a boyfriend!”“Marmi! Again with you being over dramatic. Ma
“A demon attacked the outskirt of Menna again, my dear priestess! The Demon King’s pawn has gone far beyond our borders once more!” Attari, the commander of the land governed by the monks, priests, and priestesses, reported to Clairra, the highest priestess.“And what remains of the village? You have troops, a priest, what had happened?” Clairra asked, her voice mellow as she performs a prayer.“He appeared before us, my dear priestess!”Finally, Clairra opened her eyes of amber, staring into her the lighted incense but her mind wandered through. The Demon King, stepping inside the light’s territory? He must be mad!“Who else has seen him, Attari?”“The villagers, my priestess.”“Did he harm anyone? Told anyone what reason he has to have stepped inside the sacred land?”Attari took a moment to respond. “The survivors told us he did not harm any of the people but his demons did! He only stared at this tower, like he was looking for something, my priestess.”But he could barely see the
Instantly after hearing her title, Clairra’s guard alerted, and within a second appear her bow and arrow ready to shoot. She was aiming at a tree. At first, you will not see anything in the shadows but long enough, crimson red eyes appeared.“Who are you?” she asked, her voice sturdy like the string she pulls.“I’ve always stared at that tower, wondering what glory it holds to be standing so tall.” His voice was deep and calm, yet there was something in it that Clairra finds alarming. “I asked, who are you not why you were here, demon!” The demon laughed mockingly and jumped down but remained in the shadow of the big tree.“Then I shall call you, human,” he says while stepping into the light. He had such human features that Clairra could not help her eyes widening. Demons can take any form but why is this one so human? Even his eyes weren’t red! He has marble electric blue eyes. Where did the crimson go?“Show me your true form!” She demanded.“True form? Is this not true enough to
Tomorrow came by fast for Serra. Her eyes were a little puffed from crying and deciding what she has to do. Surely she won’t be able to go to the police and help when she was warned by those loan sharks that even the police officers are in alliance with them. She is dead meat.“Serra!” Marmi calls, running to her with a big bright smile. But when she got close her smiles faded. “What’s with your face? Are you okay?!”Serra had to level the kind of smile Marmi had. “Yes! And to support the yes, do you have a concert that is free tonight? I think I want to go have fun with you!”“What?” Marmi’s jaw dropped and her face came alive once more. “Of course! There is one at the Loop’s Dome! The Rocketeers are performing! Are you sure?”“Yes, I am so sure!” Serra giggles that made Marmi hug her tightly, shifting weight side by side. This is where Serra flashed a sad smile. At least for the last time, she is going to make her friend happy. “We better get to class first, Marmi!”“Oh, yeah! We’re
And so, Clairra visits the old mage in his humble home. She enters from the open door without knocking for she knows the mage is aware of her presence. There was no living room or any chair. She was directed to a messy room of books lying everywhere and the old mage sitting in the air, holding one in his hands.“There is no way to get to the Sage unless he wants to see you, my dear priestess,” the old mage, Heije bluntly told her. He was not even looking at her.“How important is this Sage? Why can’t I get to him?”“Let me see,” he closes his book and with his wrinkly face looked at her, “he can easily turn the emperor of the North against you.”“Fair enough.” Clairra clears her throat. “I am certain you know what troubles we have here on our land, old mage. You know very well that the demons are attacking us. I have to do some--”“It’s always you that has to do something, my dear priestess,” the old mage interrupted her, “Why not the generals? Why have not the elders that live on top
"And you are here once more, priestess of the East."Clairra swallowed hard as she raises her head. She was scared of the tomorrow without her looking after her people but this sacrifice that she's going to make is for her people. And to the soul that's from another world, she hopes she doesn't try to die in this era as well. "I have decided," she stated. "I bargain my soul for that spell, Sage of No Name.""Very well," he uttered, taking heavy steps towards her and stopping when he was in front of her. His finger slowly lifted and touched her forehead. A crescent moon marking appeared on her forehead but after a second, it disappeared. "Your lips are to be touched by the demon's lips and he will be under your command.""Will it really work?"The Sage of No Name slowly nodded his head. "Once you do, your soul will be bargained. You're wise. You would not show up in front of me if you had not found yourself a solution, priestess of the east.""Of course!"For the first time, the Sage