The quarter wherein the League dwelled was unlike anything Hera had seen. Everywhere she looked had a glimmer of wealth she would never be able to see had she stayed in the orphanage. The walls had the same glass as her dormitory, but the texture in which it had was in a way different level. Unlike the normal standard of the school and Sheel’s room, this one had a clearly defined and smooth look in them, which from afar made it resemble a mirror—only it didn’t reflect anything but the light coming from the elegant chandelier hanging way above the high-arching ceiling.  A quarter was really an understatement when seated to the extravagance of the League’s nest. It looked more like a mansion than anything else. It had ten rooms, each facing the sitting room where Yara and Hera were currently positioned. Hera was seated on a high chair, her eyes closed while Yara stood at her back, humming a littl

Had it not for Yara and Perry, Hera and Sheels would have driven their way to the mansion of Hera’s bitch of a mother. It pained her to unravel what had become of the person who sell her after all these years; at the same time, she pitied her mother’s fate. She once was a beautiful rose, well taken care of, and was given more than what she needed to survive. When she fell in love, she welted in place, reduced into clinging desperately to the only relative who had his eyes at her even though the consequences following it was to become the dirty mistress of her own cousin.In a way, she had fallen more deeply than her daughters. She who had swallowed her respect to life, she who had bargained her own children just to have another go of the wealth she used to have, she who had destroyed the family of her own kin, was even to hell undeserving. She earned a lifetime of suffering and a timeless

Hera took a little while to get accustomed to the orangish light coming from the flames on the wooden torches—even more so to the flight of steps descending from somewhere. She’d never once walked through a tunnel before, but this one took it to a different level. They had turned for a hundred times already, two- or three-way forks confusing them to their ends, though always the same, Perry would touch the ancient-looking rocks caving them in and would be the decisive factor as to which lane they’d venture. It was pretty much a game of faith, a battle that would’ve spelled Hera’s demise had she been alone in here. Every now and then, she’s struck by the thought that they were already lost, but when she got a glimpse

The thought about yet another training was something Hera never anticipated or at least something she overlooked ever since she mastered Body-Thieving. It hadn’t even crossed her mind that there was like a side branch of what she could do, a thing that needed not her own body being unconscious or the other way around. Yet, what it required was an unrivaled focus and resolve—two combined attributes she didn’t have at the moment.“You’re not focusing enough. Again!”

When Hera woke up, it took her a moment to realize why she had opened her eyes. Hadn’t she already covered that she did die?  Or was it just some kind of dream while she’s perfectly awake? One thing’s for sure, though. It was not Sheels’s memory. If it was, which she doubted, she should have remembered it. Besides, as far as the world was concerned, she was yet to venture into any forest, let alone be trapped in the middle of it. If she had only forgotten it, it should have struck a certain recollection. Since nothing made sense, then it could either be a premonition or a terrible nightmare.“You haven’t told her yet?”“That’s terrible, Sheels!”