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Chapter 55
She kept on telling herself that she was good at it - even better than the other realities she participated. She remembered all the faulty efforts of the Phoenix on healing time. She never forgotten it, but what she's afraid was knowing that she never learned something from it. Didn't she learn something
She knew she had learned something but somehow, it seemed that it was not good enough anymore. She's facing reality. And, it was harder than she thought it would be. Being her as a Constant was just new to her. It was when the time turned and everything was new
She had to make a decision now. The Night Children was hopeless and they needed a leader - not just like Albert. They needed someone who was better than Albert. He was too sentimental and even the smallest change of habit was a dirty joke
Sitting on the Constant's Seat on the Sacred Hall of Bones was her responsibility and right. But it seemed to be so stran
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Magicians were not just angel’s descendants - they're from demons as well. Just as there were good Magicians, there were bad as well. However, demons' descendants, known as the Night Children, were not all terrible, just as angels' descendants were not all benign.Beauty could be deceiving. And the demon children were incredibly attractive. Their beauty was out of this world, just like they were. They lacked the inborn magical abilities that their counterparts possessed. They did, however, have a claim to the sphere of power. That's why they could use rituals to summon and conduct magiThey found it difficult to make magic. The Night Children, as they were known, could, however, morph into any animal they wished during the night. Clans existed, but only a Constant should be in charge of them for Constants were Greater Demons' progeny. By birth, the Constant should be a vampire or a werewolf. Their transformation would be seen in their
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s still dark outside when the clock struck the fourth hour of dawn. Yet, Elena was all up already on her boots and dagger tuked on her waist. She left her wet dark hair hang over her shoulders. She smelled her clean jacket and wore it hiding the dagger inside it. Her jacket smelled ripe mangoes on a summer harvestPushing the wooden door, she crept to the cold dawn. She seemed very pleased. The morning greeted her and she felt the fresh whisper of the wind in her ears as if singing a morning greeting, touching her scalp like anointing her for a blessedShe sighed. She was no one. Elena de Leon. Granddaughter of the high Datu of Building. Her mother was the heiress of acres of lands which later on will becomes hers. But, she was nothing. Money didn't please her. What she wanted was the open field, running, dancing, singing, and swimming with her folks and with her town peoplBut, no. She was the heiress, the only heiress.
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"We have a problem that needed so much attention", Josh started. He looked over the circular table. Marcus Madrigal of Riverside was on his left and Michael Avila of the Mountains was on his right.It was a meeting of a council of three. But that number was not easy to gather. Josh had to force his guards to watch over, send assassins to kidnap and lay traps to take hold of them like a predator to its prey. But he was no predator. His purpose was a noble one and it concerned the future of their blood lineOn that table, they kept staring and hatred to each other was so obvious for reasons he didn't understand. Josh was the one who gathered the three on that round table and he felt obliged to speak even just for awhile ago, ge felt a cold feet"I don't know really understand the problems of our families. But, if you just listen for awhile... I would make things easier to understand and fast to conclude.
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A blind man was holding am empty tin can. He extended his arms from where he was sitting that the passers by, at their, he could collect some for his upset stomach. But, it seemed that no one had cared. It seemed that he was not the only blind in the world. It seemed that that the world had a bunch of blind eyesNear the bum, an Old man stood. His back slouched a bit of weary for the days of fishing. All his days were spent in the rivers with his nets. If not, the port was his place of trade. In his list, he had enough reasons to pass for a retirementThe street was full of people. Buzzing to and fro, strangers exchanging trades, gossipers sat at the corner, their daughters roaring at the place but no one had cared, the trade center looked an endless, which it was and it made Peter dizzyIf he could just have a little time sit, he would take it gladly as a reward. But, Joana was always the energetic as well as restless w
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She was the same sweet girl he had known before. The only girl who bounced a cheery greeting in gloomy morning, the new owner of the legendary crystal her family passed from generation to generation in honor of that family zest.One time, he saw her tending plants in the garden together with her mother. Gardening was the worst thing that could ever happen to him. So, irritated by what she was doing, dehe asked her how come she'd like to soil her hands for a boring work. She answered him, 'I else could I do?' He was startled then by her response that he asked her to come with him to hunt which startled him more for not declining.He thought she would go bored with it and go home. But, no. Hell. The little girl was a wild as a bear and as deft as a lioness to her prey.Her prey was a leopard, he could still remember how she built the trap to make it fall. Clever. Why need force to swing the sword or stretch the bow? He thought it was just luck. Her next prey
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Near the torch lighted from the entrance of the gates, a man was reading a text from an old parchment. In front of him, men, women and children form a circle. In the middle of them, a big fire was burnt. Michael wasstanding near the fire separate from the crowd."The Mountain people are born for the wild. Wild life is a free life." The man whose name was Juan, the prophet, read the testament of loyalty, reminding the people the pledge they had made before their gods. "Anyone who tries to destroy a free life is deemed to die."Then the drums rolled. Dancers of women half naked from the above and wearing a skirt of laces made of fleas skin dried in the sun started the ritual. The beat was fast. The dancers lost in the rhythm of it.After a apracticed beat, the drum stopped. Then the cows were brought in the aisle. According to the tradition, each one of the family who was present would offer a life in front of the gods and the people.Michael we
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Boldon was no longer the same as Josh left. She hadn't believe him left that way in silence. But, she could not trust herself seeing him in that old state. He had more than enough man could have in a lifetim Sheena stood quiet beside the window. The place was still the same place of lush meadows, thick forests and cultivated earth. Summer was coming and the corn field was glowing in golden crisps in the mild afternoo It would never be same as ever. Never. While she sat at the seats of Lords and Ladies of Boldon, she could not imagine how big the state was until she became one of the rulers. Josh had enough view of it and the view sagged his entire bones to death. His father, bless his memory, was a man of honor who put his words first for the good of his people before his famil The sun was setting and she could see the smooth glow of it resting from its whole damn big day. She wished she could lay do
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ist. Stand. Raise. Watch." In the darknes of the tunnel, the man who was shouting the command was audible,and Elena recognized it quite clearly who the voice belonged. When she emerged from the darkness following Raymond's lead, she could say how expert Lloyd really knew how to mobilize a command that from where he was standing, Elena could see him not a good target to shooThe noise of war had covered the entire state but that's not the thing that rang most in Elena's brain"Remember that," her mother's last word for her made her head spin like a trump. If it would not of Raymond, she would be tempted to remain with her mother. Her mother needed her. But, Sheena needed her to leave because Boldon needed her, her people needed herFear was not an emotion that she felt. Many times when she sneaked, the hunt always excited her. The smell of the wild and the bold always thrilled her. But now, fear had made her weak because
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