Chapter 41RUBIN“This is the usual ethics. You use the knife and fork for fine dining. You don’t grab food!” I sighed, biting my lip – I know about this already. “Cars are the carriages you are talking about yesterday. Can you tell me what motorcycles are?” I pondered for a moment, putting my finger under my chin and tapping it, “It’s, uh, it’s like the same thing with cars only that motorcycles have two wheels like bicycles but run on machines and operated with gasoline.” Newman smirks as he sat across me, watching us with his curious green eyes that almost matches mine. I smiled back and huffed as Aeon pass me different pictures. “Humans are not that observant, so you can passed most of this as simple ignorance or twisted joke but the crucial thing here is this,” he waves the black pad and gave me a wide grin which I scowled at. He passed the phone at me and take his own, showing me, “The top, smooth part is called the screen. You tap it once or twice and it reacts.” The so called

Chapter 43RUBINI felt another slap on my arm and only then did I noticed Rubin screaming at me to stop, her warm hands grabbing my face, forcing me to look at her.” Caelum, stop. Please, stop this!” She held my hand and whispered, “Come on, let’s get out of here, okay? Come with me,” She drags me out of the diner, leading me out to the park nearby. The bright sun sobered me up and I look down to see her tiny hands enclosing mine as she pulled me. We stopped by an oak tree; both out of breath and shaking.“Caelum, why did you do that?”“You don’t understand his true intentions.” I gritted my teeth and look down on my feet, continuing, “I knew it from the very moment he spoke. You haven’t seen his face - I can clearly read him.”“Why? Is it because you see the same expression that you have every time you started luring humans in your trap and take their hearts?” Rubin spat, making me stand there, astound of her words. “If you really care for me, Caelum, you will let me experience lif

Chapter 46CAELUM“This is priceless!” I shook my head at Aeon who is looking down at the arrow as though it was the best thing he ever saw. “I mean, this is the arrow that Aphrodite had conjured. This is literally gold – like gold gold!”“And that is what ended me in the past, which will probably be the very same ending I will face.”“Oh, don’t be stupid!” Aeon waves his hand and I watched as the arrow soared around the room, his wind carrying it. “What did Hades really tell you?”“Well, Hades have mentioned that he is only trying to help me which is why he keeps on tracking me down. I do not know if he is being cryptic of his answers but then, I get it. Hades only wanted my soul – it was his main purpose, to restore the balance of life on earth. It was his way of making my life easier or should I say, shorter.” I glared at the arrow as it zooms around. Aeon is definitely having fun with it.“But really – why should he give you something like this after a millennium? I mean, how di

Chapter 47“I hate you!”Each of the three words felt like invisible swords that pierced me repeatedly and I collapsed against her closed door, trying to hold myself up with my weak hands as I hang on for dear life. I couldn’t breathe.“Oh, you bloody idiot!” Aeon marched up from the top of the stairs as he saw me there, pathetically holding on to the door knob. I put a finger over my lips, asking him to stay as quiet as possible. With a flick of my hand, I transported us back to the field, the floor dissolving, morphing so that it becomes the soil. I whimpered, my form shivering as I cough out some blood and I wiped it off in annoyance. Aeon supported my back but I couldn’t stand, he watched me there, writhing in pain before he crouches low and put his hand on my forehead. I couldn’t hold the pain any longer so I screamed.“Aaargh! It hurts. It hurts so much,” I clawed at my chest, as though there was some fire burning in me, scathing me from inside. “It hurts, please, make it stop

Chapter 49RUBINMy wings are sore. My back aches and my shoulders burned as I stretched my arms and tried to land gracefully by the tree overlooking the valley. I believed that I am nearing Paris now judging by the sophisticated way this French people are acting. I took my first sandwich from the depths of my satchel, entertaining myself with one of those shivering letters. Mon Reve,It’s quite funny to think that somewhere, you were probably sleeping soundly as I write this letter to you, or maybe, you are having your breakfast, or going out with a friend – in some other place and possibly in some other time – thinking about things that won’t even be par with my own thoughts. It’s possible that you are out there — loving someone, wishing upon stars, dreaming of things I can’t even fathom and so, I look up at the bright morning sky – imagining you doing the same. I stuffed the packaging of the sandwich inside of my satchel, and rummage for another, tucking in to one of the branches