“Where are you going?”           I clutched the last buckle on the satchel before I turned to brother. “To mission,” my mouth simply answered and hung the bag on my back. “The kid would stay imprisoned to where I am. And its your thing to do what’s supposed to be played on that Alderhaw.”           I was about to walk away past him but stopped when he grabbed my left arm. “Tell me what you remember, Adri. I can help you figure out what it is,” brother blurted.           My head dropped down as my eyes closed. It’s not that I don’t trust him but… there is something in me that’s stopping my mouth from telling him what I remember. And I can’t see what&rs

  “What’s up?”            I gulped the last drop of wine from the goblet and didn’t bother turning around to face the newly entered person of the room. What for? Just basing on the voice and tone, there’s no doubt its brother. Eager for a bed time story. “What part?” I spouted, returning a question with a frank straight tone. “The exciting part, perhaps?” he answered, pulling the chair parallel to mine and sat down taking the bottle of wine. “I mean… I want to know what matters you do now remember. Maybe I can help you, Adri.” “The sunset looks delicate here. What do you think, brother?”     &nb

            I pulled the fabric on my chin to cover half of my face as I kept my foot attached firm on the highest branch of the tree beside the gushing river of Amtala. It’s almost midday as I have promised Keith.           The forest was quiet and lucid as usual. By far I have not seen anything suspicious as is. I was about to lunge down when a tiny voice caught my ears. “Mommy?”           A little boy wearing a simple brown shirt and loose blue pants was running towards the tree I’m on. His dark hair tainted red on its tips looks like a fireball dashing if I am to see his head only.           I quickly leaped to meet him and a wide smile crept on his face

“Who are you?” His terrorizing tone sends chills on my spine, adding his piercing killer eyes that slay with just a single stare. His hand wrapped around my neck stiffened that I hardly breathe and all I could do was push his hand away. He’s killing me. Is this the way he usually asks? Or perhaps, a start of his interrogation?“Answer me!” Zaetron growled and his grip tightens, making me gasp and wheeze. Stupid! How would I answer if he’s not letting me go!“Daddy, please don’t hurt mommy!” I heard Keith scream and saw him run towards the man’s legs and wrapped his tiny arms around Zaetron’s leg. “Daddy, I don’t want her to leave us again,” he muttered with his voice cracking. Even if I can’t see him clearly, I know his eyes were now starting to wail up. His voice was pleading, begging… Unexpectedly, hastily as a dash of the wind, I found myself falling down from his grip. And my body crashed like a withered vegetable on the rocky grou

            Interesting…           I leaned my back on the wooden wall while I’m up the wooden beam on the ceiling of the room. Underneath my sight were familiar faces I may have seen somewhere.           A woman with short blue tinted hair. And a man with darkened ones, a mustache was on his face. and of course, there’s this guy whom I do not understand who he is to me.           Been said that I’m his mate but… “You attempted to kill your first born but he’s been rescued by someone who sees him as a tool he could use. Limerick raised your son for his benefit, feeding him lies and on his tenth birthday, he asked you Lilia to be with him for ten y