Unknown LeiyaSuddenly, everywhere around me was dark, as if I was transported to a void. I looked around me for the faintest indication of light, but I found none. It felt like I was standing on a smooth surface, but to be sure, I used my feet to feel the floor below me. I listened for any sound, but the air was heavy with an eerie silence. The only thing I could hear was my own breathing and pounding heart. Did I not do it right? I asked myself as I continued to look around the nothingness. There was no way I was going to be sure, the book was definitely at Kaltain and I had no recollection of the spell. The distressing feeling of regret was unavoidable. The weight of the silence was getting to me, and my thoughts were becoming louder and louder, almost as if they were not in my head but coming from around me. Not sure where I was heading, I cautiously put my foot out to move forward. Using my hands to feel around me for a wall, obstacle or even person. I felt o

JuzarhLeiya“What do you mean it's the only town with just one house?”I asked as he walked towards the corner that looked like the kitchen. “I mean,” he walked to a wooden jug on the table with a cup beside it.“The door you just walked out of is a portal to the place. The only entrance and exit.” he carefully began to pour water into the cup.“And just like a town with growing trees, and houses, it is called Juzarh,” he stopped pouring when the cup was full.“The only difference is, this house,” he picked up the cup and made his way towards me. “My house, is the only house in it.” He said with a smile, his hand stretched out to me with the cup in his hand. “I understand your fears,” he said when I didn't take it from him. He took the cup to his mouth, taking a sip of the water before handing it back to me. “I promise I mean no harm.”He looked to me with eyes that seemed like they could do no harm. I took the cup from him, my t

Juzarh Leiya“But what about someone to keep you company?”“I have books to do so.”He walked to a small shelf beside the door I came out of, filled to the brim with books. There was no way he only had books to read every day of his life. I did so for just a few days, and I could swear I almost lost my mind. “You have to have someone you can speak to.”“You know,” he said with a small chuckle.“You are the first woman I have had a conversation with.”I was stunned into silence. For a moment, I was completely blank, unable to come up with a response, a question or something else. “What about your mother?”Surely he must have had some kind of relationship with her, but to my surprise, he gently shook his head. “The moment the child reaches the age of two, he is brought here to stay with the man he would call father for the rest of his life.”He then lowered his eyes, picking at the body of a book on the shelf. “I have no memory of my

JuzarhLeiya “Well,”I began, but paused because I didn't know what to say. Was I going to tell the whole story from the very beginning? And where was the beginning? Was it from the point where my parents were murdered or the moment I was taken to Kaltain? “I was trying to practice a teleportation spell but I think I didn't do it right.”“Obviously.” He added and our voices echoed in the air with laughter. “Obviously,” I whispered. He nodded, getting to his feet to check on the pot that was now boiling violently. He took off the lid, taking the spoon to stir it. He took a little bit of the soup on the spoon, bringing it to his lips for a taste. He shut his eyes, nodding his head in approval of the taste. I giggled silently as I watched him act out. He got out a bowl, pouring spoon after spoon of the egg soup until it was filled to the brim. From where I sat, I could see a white looking thing that I assumed was an egg, floating on the surface

Juzarh Leiya“Loved him?” I repeated silently.Did I love him? I wanted to feel his fingers in my skin all the time, but was that love? I couldn't wait to hear his voice the moment the sun walked into the sky, but was that love? My cheeks and jaw would hurt from smiling too much whenever he did the littlest things, and I wouldn't stop smiling, but was that love? I wanted to be near him, smell him, his scent was like a signal to my brain that I was safe, but was that love? Whenever he kissed me, it felt like the world had stopped and it was just that moment, the moment where our lips were touching, that was the only moment in existence, but was that love? I could look at his face, become all the expressions it could give, and still be excited each time I watched it, but was that love?“I don't know what it was, Lyle.” I mumbled, looking down at my fingers. I didn't know what love was. I had never asked my mother how she felt about my father and how she knew it w