Fancy clanking of cutleries and glasses were grabbing Heith’s attention towards the melody that is being played by a musician near their table. He is not having the finesse of mood in this dinner because people around them are gossiping like lowly country nobles who horribly failed their etiquette class. The journey is rough before they could take a seat in Millefleur once again but instead of occupying a private room, they were in the public dining in with others who is buzzing like bees on their side. ---earlier half an hour ago. Mattheus pulled Heith’s wrist that made the man bumped his chin to his head when he looked at him, retreating his gaze from the strange actress and someone who arrives. He automatically let go of him. “What’s wrong? That hurts…” Heith said while rubbing his chin. Mattheus is frowning and was doing his best no

Thourne Mansion, Florence Capital. After finishing his mask, Heith is ready to go and was about to jump from his window when all of a sudden, a figure came out from the shadows at the corner of his room. He has a tall build and black luscious hair. His golden irises was like a glow of predator at night that one wrong move, you’ll get caught by its fang. Unlike his usual bubbly attitude and comfortable atmosphere, his aura changed completely. “Where are you going Cygne? Your attire is not appropriate for an outdoor walking.” Precise and straightforward, his words didn’t make illusions of flowers and bubbles anymore. Even though his past self is kind of annoying to him, it is still better in his current attitude. Cygne just shrugged his shoulders and cover his mouth. Slowly, the mana inside the room swirls like condensing gas from a concoction. But before it could escape the room walls, an invisible

Dust and compelling cold and heat was clashing with one another with two figures striking each other’s blade with intent that could kill anyone with a weak heart. Jumping from the ground, his speed gain more by kicking into the air, releasing bursts of mana that he put into the sole of his feet to became a platform for force and so he could reach him faster. Cygne strike his sword diagonally and hit the side of his cheek that made a thin line of blood slowly seeping out of it but Timothy twisted his body to twirl and went out of his range, lowering his body during the spin with his blade aiming for his ankle tendons to prevent mobility. Unfortunately Cygne had seen his plan and quickly kick to the air once again and went to his side, following his direction turning his weapon into the thread he mainly uses. The thread with a cross shape end floated in the air and quickly strike into his forehead which surprises Timothy and changes the direction of his aim

Another day has come, this is different from the usual morning I have. Felt light and refreshing, I went out of the house with full of energy. It felt like there is a new purpose for me to get up today and the day the next day and so on.   A smile grazes his lips which had attracted unwanted attention. Another bunch to be added to his Romeo’s plate.   The punches, the kick and slamming of the body seem so normal that it doesn’t hurt me anymore.   “Give us your money and we will spare you brat! Hurry up before I kill you!” I couldn’t help but smirk to such remarks which had cause to them to beat me more till I cannot talk to argue to them anymore. I am about to retaliate and give them the most brutal outcome but someone barge in again and to my surprise my heart skipped a beat upon seeing him again. It ain’t about seeing the love of your life. That someone you will spend the rest of your vitality together, it is that some

The mind is lost, stares into the unknown. A spell of unknown beginning shall cast to the one that doesn’t know any. Gritting teeth not shown to the smiling peers with same faces and mind. Horns are nothing to their wickedness and fickle schemes. None the wiser or the inherent being to understand, no one will know and so they too neglected the thought of being a fool – taken advantage under their nose. Illusions and nightmares, paranoia and disillusions, a mixture of everything to distort reality from present but then nothing happened. Stare to the void, drool trickle down the chin laughter started to create symphony. Bliss of nothing and hollow feeling, why? “With this shall we rejoice?!  Reigns the entirety and crown the strong!” A snake shed it skin and the others followed. But one remained still, eyes watching devoid of everything. Unmoving like mountain and speaks no language, letting the ingrates be drunk t