Silvia stumbled inside her cottage on her shaky legs. Her vision was all blurry as warm blood kept pouring out of her wounds. She tried to step further inside but her legs gave out and she fell on the wooden floor with a thud. Hitting the side of her face on the floor. She blinked slowly trying to get rid of the dizziness but it was useless. The warm blood began to form a small pool around her ear. The scent of blood was so potent. She took a silent breath through her parted lips which were trembling. So this was it. This was how she was going to die. The cold breeze caressed her bare feet as the door to the cottage was still open. She didn't realize when she lost her boots while fighting Alonso. With much difficulty, she forced her broken body to move and finally faced the ceiling. She was lying limp with her back resting on the floor, drowning in her blood. She won. She killed Alonso. She took revenge for her mother and herself. But then why does it still hurt? The pain in

Pain. It comes in many forms and was given a gazillion names. Yet for everyone, it felt the same. The physical pain was always the easiest as it goes away with time. The phrase that time heals all the wounds. Of course, it does but the physical wounds. No one mentioned the savage bleeding wounds on the soul. How do they heal? Was there any potion created to cure the wounded souls? Perhaps not. They just die slowly, writhing in silent pain and hushed agony. Fading away in despair and dousing aimlessly in heartache. Self loath. It was a big word. The word that carries a humongous weight of guilt and regret. Of course, no one ends up loathing themselves for nothing. They might have done bad things to end up in self-loathing. They might've made bad decisions which led to the suffering of someone else. Someone they began to care about but it was too late. Regret. Regret was the worst of all. Knowing fully well that things could've turned out differently. But they ended u

A soft calming breeze rustled the soft leaves. The early dawn was still in its nurture, dark grayish clouds remained the sight of shadow dancing across the rosy sky, like an innocent blush on the newly wedded bride's cheeks.A calm wind was swirling around, spreading the words of a new beginning, a new dawn. Hushed silence surrounds them, not a single sound can be heard, as all lay between the oasis of their dreams and deserts of their nightmares, each one living their fate, swirling to the tunes of lines in their hands, for the waves had already sailed to the shore and the winds had already floated and all that remained was the result that future beholds.As the rosy color of the dawning sky slowly moved away, the chirping and whistling of the birds could be heard, all lively and happy to the world it seemed, for all we know it wasn't the tune of happiness, merely it was the tune of misery, heartache and pain lost in this universe of disbelief and fake, we settle upon the beauty of f

Silvia breathed in deeply. Her eyes roved over the scars on her body. Those hazel dunes that were fixed on the mirror showed her the ugly reflection of her body. But for now, these scars weren't ugly anymore. She had realized that her perception of herself was completely on her mind. It was all inside her head. The image of these scars would completely change if she thought of them as her battle wings. Silvia was done loathing herself. There was nothing wrong with her. The people who always called her ugly were wrong. She won't hide her scars. Each scar on her body had a different tale. A different pain. A dark memory sticks to it. But despite this, all these scars screamed how strong she was and how hard she fought. Silvia wore her clothes, tying her hair up in a ponytail. She glanced at herself one last time before limping out of the room. She had gotten most of her magic back. However, she still needs time to reach her high potential. Some things needed to be done before anyt

Her head snapped to the direction of his voice and she stiffened upon seeing him hovering over Armando as he threw vicious punches at him. She was stunned to the core as she watched him dumbfounded. 'He came to save us,' her wolf whispered in her head. "No!" She growled back at her wolf viciously causing her to shrink back, startling Lennox who tried to help her sit but she slapped his hands away. Lennox was rendered speechless at the scars on her face and arms. His throat was parched. What happened to her? Silvia was pissed at him. She just wants to kill everyone and then kill herself in the end. Her mind was a chaotic mess. She wasn't right in the head at the moment. "Silvia, are you alright?" Lennox asked in worry. His eyes were fleeting over her scars trying to figure out if she got them from her fight with Alonso but they looked so old and healed. They were deep and cruel. Her gaze scattered around the place only to spot Luca beating two of Armando's men while three