From dawn to dusk, they went on their journey towards the East. Through the thickets of the forest and through the stone walls as tall as a man. They only stopped when the moon appeared in the darkening sky. Luntian used her magic to find a place they could camp. Her spirit guide found a rickety house, but it is better than sleeping on the ground during this chilly night. It’s an old house trapped or built in the middle of two rocks. A strong yet frightening way to build something that is to be called home. The yard was so overgrown it’s almost become a miniature jungle. The place itself is in similar disrepair, crumbling and decrepit. With little force, Calleb scales the rusty padlocked gate easily. As much as he doesn’t like the place, it’s better than having nothing at all. He turned to face Accashia and Luntian with a disgruntled look on his face. “Let’s camp for the night. Tomorrow we leave, this place is disgusting.”, and then feels foolish for even being here. It was predict

Calleb had no plans for stopping over, but the sun was still at its peak, and with two angry — sticky and overly irritated women, he had no choice. So he sits on a rock. Brooding and grumbling on his own. His arms crossed against his chest, pissed off why those two just wash after they’ve reached their destination. “Don’t you dare peek!” Was Luntian’s teasing. She and Accashia leisurely removed their clothes, and thanked their fortunes because there’s a river not so far away from where they had stopped. Calleb rolled his eyes and puffed his cheeks. “Who wants to peek at an old wrinkled prune like you?!” He yelled then turned towards Luntian’s direction. He made sure to keep his eyes closed, because the last time he peeked accidentally, Luntian threw a rock straight to his face. Luntian laughed then looked at Accashia who was enjoying herself. Swimming leisurely at full nudity, feeling the chilly water on her skin. “I’m not talking about me though.” She teased. When Calleb realized

"Don't you dare touch her!" Calleb warned aloud as he ran towards the horrendous scene. With Accashia on his back, he jumped and latched onto the creature that was attacking Luntian. Calleb’s long and talon-like claws shined against the moonlight. With one full swing, the strong beast severed the arm of the shadow that was holding onto Luntian’s hair. He kicked and fought off the others that surrounded the old woman. He only withdrew for a second. To safely hoist Accashia up to the tallest tree. “I’ll be back. Don’t you move a muscle, got it?” Calleb warned. He looked at Accashia with a piercing stare and watched as the young lady nodded her head, agreeing instantly. “Yes, yes…” Accashia answered, looking back at Calleb’s bluish gray eyes with the same intensity. "Okay..." Luntian groaned and hissed through gritted teeth as she fought for her life. The shadows did not feel fear for it only intended to kill her, Calleb and Accashia. One Shadow pulled a rib from its own body and swu

The cat and mouse chase — rather — the hide and run game between Calleb and the Accashia went on and on that day. Wherever Calleb may be, Accashia will make sure she’s at a far distance away from him. During supper, even while Luntian made new clothes for them. As well as when the two of them were asked to pick berries, Accashia maintained her distance from Calleb. She simply trailed behind him as he led the way. ‘Stupid Accashia being stupid.’ Calleb rolled his eyes when he saw Accashia flinching again when their eyes met. He let out a low snarl and realized he plucked the berries too hard. It turned to a pulp on his palm. Calleb could only grumble and mumble his protest, asking himself what he did wrong for Accashia to act that way. For a second there, he thought the two of them as a good team as they fought off the Monster last night. Maybe it was all just a fluke and Accashia will remain like a flea on his back. A bug that gives him itchy feelings that he couldn’t wait to get r

It’s nonsensical, surreal and terrifying… It’s unbelievably powerful and Luntian could see how this is possibly inevitable. The strongest sense of panic and terror begins to assail the old woman as the monstrous creature moves closer and closer. It moves faster — until the old Shaman could smell the rotting flesh hanging on the creature’s bones. The closer the creature is, the more Luntian feels sick to the bones. She forced herself not to hurl. It was one of the most disgusting putrid thing she sensed. A soul so stained. A soul bearing a grudge. Anger. A creature of offensive and vile that Luntian had to blink constantly just to not let herself be wavered by its darkness. Crimson red soul — almost like blood. And the soul only screams and snarls the same name repeatedly, continuously. ‘Accashia, Accashia, Accashia!’ It screams in a rhythm like a song. Like a curse. Luntian could feel her breath getting heavier with every step the monster takes. For her power bestowed on her by th