"Can we leave now?"Selene shook her head. Daylen was going down a lonely path. A path she would wish on him. He had learned the same lessons she was forced to learn. First love isn't always a person's last love. Soulmates might be destined to each other but that doesn't ascertain that they would end up together. And not every love story has a happy ending like the fairytale stories. Eventually, the version of love we believe in our hearts proves to be the opposite of what goes on in reality. Love doesn't hurt, expectation does. Selene put her foot down to save Daylen from suffocating from his breath. "You will complete your list. This is an order."Daylen blinked. A tear fell down his cheek. Noises rang in his head. Energy draining from his body, Daylen could feel something off with his body. But he couldn't care enough to check it. He strode forward determined to return to the silver palace. He had disobeyed his mother once there was no reason not to do it again. It was his life
"Everything is ready," Uri returned to the moon goddess with the news. Though her heart was heavy and she wished the ritual would not be performed. She bowed her head in submission and let Selene have her way. Selena lifted her son off the ground and carried him out. Emilio followed behind her striding next to Uri. The other elders formed a straight line behind the two of them guarding the moon goddess. "May I ask what's going on?" Emilio dared to ask Uri. Uri glared daggers at him. She placed a finger on her lips ushering him to be silent. It was a day of mourning, the moon goddess deserved all the moments of silence they had to give.Selene pulled Daylen closer. Her life on earth had made her feel like she could never trust or love again. However, she realized her one true love wasn't the man who stole her heart. But the man who called her mother. For her son, she was ready to lay down her life. To see him happy and for him to live a fulfilling life. The desire to protect Dayle
Dressed in a pure white dress, the moon goddess stood under the moon. Her son laying on the ground before her. The elders formed circles around the moon goddess and her son. Their hearts cry and mourn for the goddess. The worst feeling about the light ritual is that they get to mourn someone who is still alive. Selene reached out for the crown on her head. The silver crown has rested on her head for centuries. It was the first time she took it off with no intention of putting it on again. Uri dropped her head. Never did she imagine as soon as she began her journey as an elder she would get to witness the moon goddess fall. "What's happening?" asked Emilio. He stood next to Uri dressed in white. Uri failed to explain what was happening, she only informed him that he needed to change his attire and stand in line with the elders. Emilio felt something amiss. It looked like a funeral, the atmosphere was sad and miserable. But Selene assured him that Daylen would be alright. He was
Daylen hung around the garden. At the spot where his mother lay him. Staring at the stars. Selene wasn't in the stars she was somewhere far. She was the light of his life now his sky had gone dark. She was the only good thing that he still had in his life. Now she too was gone and he was clueless about how to proceed with his life. Daylen couldn't come to terms with the fact that she gave his life so he could live. He wasn't aware his life was in danger, clueless about what was going on. He fell prey to the claws of death. Death touched the one person that knew how to love him. He felt empty. Her essence was in him. Daylen could feel his mother in himself a reminder that she was gone and it was because of him. He had made a damn mistake by leaving the silver palace from the start. It was that stupid decision that set the course of his fate to where he was.Daylen wished it was worth it. To feel worthy of his mother's sacrifice but he wasn't. All of what transpired could have been
OneSyvan arrived at the summer palace. He raced desperately to reach Daylen. It took him sometime to realise it but Daylen was his heart. Syvan acknowledged that he wasn’t ready to lose the male. He crossed his fingers and prayed that he wasn’t too late. He listened, to hear Daylen’s heartbeat to know where the male was. The events that played out during the day terrified him. He feared that it might be too late for him to return and profess his love. He loves the moon god.“He is in the garden,” Zane informed.Syvan rushed to the garden, his heart pounding vigorously. He rested once he had Daylen in his sight. His eyes softened. A wave of relief washed over him. A smile appeared at his lips. He thanked the gods that answered his prayers and kept the moon god at the palace for them to meet.His feet ambled forward, he was nervous. Scared of facing Daylen. It was hours back that he was given the choice to be with the moon god and he turned it down. The feeling coursed through his bo
Syvan's words filled Daylen with overwhelming anger. Whether he lived or died was a choice Syvan needed to make after thinking long and hard for a day. Had he been in that position he would have saved Syvan without hesitation. Daylen came to learn the value he holds in Syvan's eyes. It added to the pain of losing his mother. It felt like he had lost his mother and his lover. Talking it over with Syvan would be a pointless void argument. Loneliness flooded through his body. Daylen appeared in Emilio's room. His mother trusted the vampire to stay by his side. The moon goddess entrusted his life to Emilio and he wasn't in the mood to question why she did that. Emilio was seated by the bed. Coming to terms with what he had seen and learned. 'Daylen is the moon god,' the words replayed in his mind. Which meant the woman he spoke to was the moon goddess, Selene. The light ceremony was an unbelievably shocking sight. However much he tried to forget the incident, it was permanently pack
Letting go of Syvan in the garden was hard. But it was better than staying and continuing to be an option for the vampire. Daylen laid back and raised his chin at the sink. The draper around his neck protected his clothes from getting wet from the water. He slid into the seat and comfortably laid back. "Here," Uri passed the hair shampoo to Emilio. Emilio took it and opened the cap of the bottle. He poured a bit of the shampoo into his hand before applying it to Daylen's hair. He applied it evenly all around the hair. Daylen drew his eyes closed. Emilio massaged his head gently. The movements of the man's fingers on his scalp allowed Daylen to relax. He was able to breathe and calm his mind. He performed circular movements on Daylen's head. Doing his best to apply only the right amount of pressure without having to harm the moon god. "Wash away all the dye," Uri apprised. Emilio nodded, he washed the nape of Daylen's head coming back to the crown. Making certain to wash the hai
Leone a sixteen-year-old orphan living with his parent's relatives is a kind and soft-hearted person.He is an intelligent boy who always tops the class in all the exams.He has never once failed a test in his life, ever since his parents died he was sent to live with his uncle and aunt.His aunt and uncle worked him to the bones claiming it is payment for letting him stay in their house. They hate his presence and abuse him however much they want.He is helpless to do or say anything for fear of being homeless. He tolerates the beating and the workload only because they pay for his education.He tries his best to juggle his schoolwork, housework, and working at his uncle's store.He was in high school and was working hard to get a scholarship to his dream school. With a scholarship, his life would improve and he can get away from the torture of his aunt.Today was like every other day, he woke up very early in the morning and prepared breakfast for his aunt and uncle. He ate a slice