I wasn't expecting him to be this mystery. And I couldn't stop myself from wondering. Who is he, really? I have to bury the very question deep of my consciousness. I turn my back on him as if he was some sort of nothing but a mere sight to see. It's been awhile that I've been staying to see such that, and the feeling inside me deepened. It's familiar burst of my heart that fear me. Everything about the past that I don't have recollection about fear me. I don't want to bother myself to even face that reality! “Thank you,” I said, “for everything. And for making me feel comfortable of this journey.” I look closely to his reaction in the mirror infront of me. My heart can only sigh deeply. “Don't be worried though. This is my calling in this place, and I have to see the end of it.” It was on my deep disbelief though when I peek through the window, the side of which sream a desolation. I almost rooted to the ground. Only when I notice his expression that I teleported back to the my co

The moment I step foot on the dark, I shiver and know I'm all alone, and no souls to even think of hiding and lurking just to freak me out. I gulped to realized that I no way of knowing where I suppose to lead, overwhelming by the lone journey that exceeds all expectation. I suddenly thought of Hunter, the warm he gives off even though he akin to a freezing world.Never I ever expected to meet a good hearted man like him, making me safe through out this very moment. So the doubt at the very last time overwhelm me...Especialy when he's gone for good. He's no where to be found. Only the emptiness of the dark greet my menacing eyes. I've been searching like a bitch that lose the warm a man gives off her.Here I am looking for possibilities deep within me, trying to answer that question of what's gotten wrong? But now it's too late to do so, and all realization was no more than a bit of fragments...And it never been in the dumbest beating of my heart to know what's the reality of his

Third Person POV The figure with its bloody glowing of eyes watch the event that happening with admiration and deep mystery. He appear to be smiling yet his disposition say otherwise. It observe with caution, though able to distinguish who among the reflected self was the truth, the figure still has a question mark in its face. “You remind me of the past,” he said. “You really was the huntress who declared war to the darkness.” There's curiousity shone in his eyes in the split of seconds. He shrugged his shoulders and look through the images that sent the bloody eyes creautures in an uproar. “Well, it doesn't matter if you are that person or not,” he added as he close his eyes, gently breathe the calmness of the winds. “But it was a possibility. If I'm right that what I see is the fragment of yourself, your identity perhaps may akin to the highly figure who hunt in the darkness.” The glow of bloody light surround him and taken him away from disastrous of the smoke that reflected

I don't know but his words just now gives me an abrupt of an idea of how I'm at my cruel end right now. Death! That's the outcome of it all... Waiting to the fragment will be a death of me, and it's chilling to even think how it will flick through my flesh and to shower the darkness with bloody gore of my being! It makes my heart to freeze and my feeling to numb... Even the thought of proceeding to the unknown place was a hair-rising and heart throbbing to say the least. The indistinct voices was coming from there and I gasped to the thought of what that's even mean. Their voice so loud in hunger, in hatred, and in unknown pain that making them to sounds so weird yet so ferocious to even visualize! I thought it was so strange, I thought that I already wakes up from that dream-like moment. So why now? I can only look up to the approaching fragments while shaken to the core. Everything seem on a slow motion and that's only add the heaviness of my heart and the thought that flow

“Mom...” I reminded to the day she said about the realities of this world, just like the words that accompanied of it which never came to mind until this moment. I suppress the feeling that stop me from even breathing and wailed to my heart content. “After this, I'll able to see you, right?” I slowly said, as if she will able to hear me and generate me a strength to going on. “Honestly, I...don't know anymore, mom. I don't know what's going on...” The horrored in me deepened when the words came out from me, the voice so cloud and almost couldn't clearly understand. And it wasn't in my consciousness to say such that now! Why would I say such a thing? My eyes widened when my reflection to the glass-wall of a building that filled with books came to view. There I saw a version of me that has an unsighty expression in her face! “What is going on?” I almost ask in a whisper. “Wasn't the girl earlier not enough to remind me of who I am? What's with this version of me that so...unlike me