The sound of metal clanging to aluminum echoes in the corners of the wide and lighted laboratory.  A man stands six feet tall on his pickle-green coat, his face is covered with the clear shield he has on.Unpacking a syringe out of the box, he goes to the white room where a woman is seen lying unconsciously on the bed.He inditches the syringe to her vein, extracting some blood samples before going back to his area. He places and spreads a dot of blood and water onto a small transparent slide glass and observes it under the view of the microscope. His head tilts as he switches to a higher magnification, sighting rare blood cells that pique his interest.The unconscious Amira now jolts her eyes open but gets blinded immediately by the bright light that registers in her cornea.As her eyes finally adjusted to the light, the motioned metal door to the laboratory opens and sticks out the

The outside of the palace is already surrounded by darkness and yet Amira is still stocked inside, trying to find a way to escape from the uniformed men guarding her chamber.  If only she's instructed to kick those men out, she could have gone far from the palace now.  "You've been working hard, gentlemen. Here, eat these snacks I have prepared for you." Amira hears Lolita's voice from the outside. She partly opens the door to peek for an opportunity to escape. The guards' attention is on Lolita so when she's motioned to exit, she quickly and carefully does so. She walks briskly 'til she reaches the ground floor. Not expecting to cross paths with princess Czarina, she immediately lowers her head. Good thing the princess doesn't spare her a glance. She's wearing a servant's dress that's why. "Phew!" she exhales. But when she hears a deep voice say, "You!" from behind her, she almost slaps her forehead and bit the inside of her lips. "

As the dawn comes into view, all three of them decide to rest and that's when they learn who the man is–Gowes–and his purpose in going to Vormundham. Looking straight into the man's dull face illuminated by the growing fire they set, Amira asks, "So, you haven't met your family for decades now and you want them to know you're still alive?""Indeed, My lady. It's harrowing thinking you've missed a lot of years not seeing how they've become," he responds, a pinning melancholy clouds his whole face.Amira's lips curve into a thin smile. She knows the feeling and she can relate. "How about the two of you? Do you have a family to visit in Vormundham?" Gowes asks, eyeing each of his companion for answer. "Y-es, there's someone who has been awaiting our arrival," Kian lies through his teeth. He is adding a cloth as roof to the mini tent he is setting up from the bricks and leaves he has collected. They don't know where exactly will they find th

"Our days of forbearance are already numbered. It won't be long 'til we can live lavishly. Cesham will rain golds and gems over us and we will take dominion over everyone else!" The stout man, named Doji, can't help but snigger as he states his dreams ambitiously. "I will eagerly return the favor to those who treat me badly when I was still a homeless man!" The scorn is his eyes speak how much he despises his unfortunate past. Caledon, the man with a slice mark on his face smirks while listening half-attentively. His head is tilt up high, he continues to wear the smirk on his face as he rides on his horse. He too has his ambition and things are just paving the way for the success of his plan. When he claims the credit for holding the prince and his companion captive, he knows right then his dreams are almost at reach.Their army, together with Amira and Kian, embark on a journey to Vormundham. They are already nearing the border and they can smell victor

Nothing is more lonesome than realizing you're alone in an immeasurably vast space of darkness and solitary. Confusion is clouding Amira's head, barely understanding what she's doing in here and why the portal lead her to this place. 'Could this be the land of infinite desire? No– this can't be! Am I in a dream again?' Such thoughts runs through her head. A complex creak suddenly echoes within the dark abyss making her jerk around. Her world suddenly stops revolving when she comes face to face with a familiar man, looking and smiling eagerly at her. She just stands there, words are strangled on her throat. Her heart is flattered with joy and longing; her eyes are brimming with tears that are about to fall. "Hasham," she utters with sheer joy. She moves ahead, wanting to feel his warmth around her body yet when she's inches close, he coldly turns his back on her and wend his way. "H-asham!" she calls her lover's name but the latter seems to not hear anything. Her heart stops as she