"Huh?" Isabella willingly rose to her feet at this point. It would seem as though her ears were playing tricks on her. It didn't quite make any sense to her. "His grave is in my garden?" Isabella wanted to be sure that she heard right? "What garden? Who told you that?""Come, don't be piss me off!" Manny gripped her wrist and started to pull her away. Every passing moment, it felt and seemed like Manny was getting delusioned. It wasn't safe to be around someone like that. This condition wasn't common but it was possible. Some news, especially sad news instantly affect the mental health of some people. Isabella didn't think that hallucination was the right word to use in the context, but she was certain that it had something to with mental condition. Whatever it was, if it was entertained more, then it might end up in a gory case. Sadly, she would be the victim of such a sorry case. But she could take a sigh of relief. Manny was leading her out of the restaurant. When they get to t

The multiple times that Isabella had raised her voice had brought attention from the villa. James had been somewhere in the garden, trying to get a couple of things done when he heard the shout. The garden was quite big that he didn't see them when they arrived. Tracing the voice, he had seen his sister and was going to call at her when he noticed that she was being threatened with a dagger. He had then stayed low, trying to find the perfect time. While biding his time in order to go and rescue his system, he had also overheard the conversation that was going on. He didn't quite believe it. Although he had once heard his mother saying something like long ago. Something that he found preposterous. As soon as he had found that Manny was distracted, he had capitalized on that and had immediately charged at her from behind, wrapping his arm around her neck to bring her under pressure until she passes out. "James!" Isabella was to startled to be excited that someone had eventually come

The dim light that was centered on the body that was wrapped in a white cloth flickered for a moment. Safe for that spot of the hall, there was no trace of light any other place in the very large hall. The table was made of cedar and was very large. About two hundred chairs were assembled around the large table. And on each chair was an elderly folk. Each of them wearing what looked like a mask that could hardly be spotted. Aside from the two hundred men who were seating, there were other folks who stood, littered all over the space. All attention was on the same time. Silence as still as a camp site in the middle of the night. It was an unbelievable reality that was set right in front of them. Who would have ever come to believe this? That the notorious figure who had kept them in hide for a decade has finally being put out of the scene. No one wanted to believe this, and that was why they were staring. It's been past eight hours and they kept staring at the body that would not m

"What was that voice?" He turned around again to see if someone was standing behind him, but there was no one there. Also when he thought about it. The voice that had sounded seemed like it was everywhere. Naturally when someone speaks, it's either the voice comes from the left or the right. But compared to this, the voice came from everywhere. In a split second, he could have argued that the voice also came from deep inside of him, too. The voice had sounded from his left, right, up, beneath and within him. Whoever owned that voice must not only fill the entire place but must be deeply connected to him. There was only one person whom he could attribute such a quality to. The quality of omneity. It was the creator, the Almighty. "That can't be." He scoffed. "Would this then be heaven, then?"For a moment he had a big laugh and didn't even know why he did so. He stopped laughing all of a sudden when a reality faces him! "What if it is true?" He gasped. "Wouldn't that mean that I'm

He didn't even get the chance to act or react. Instantly, he felt energy coursing through his body. He didn't know whether this reaction was caused by the bite he took the fruit or if it was the voice that made for it. "Oohhhh..."He was snatched from the ground at once and suspended in the air. At once, he started to ascend. This time he wasn't the anchor of his movement, but the transport was light and ethereal just as it felt earlier. The voice that had called him must be the anchor. He didn't know who the owner of the voice was or why he had come here. All that he knew was that he was excited to find out. ...."Has he answered your call yet?" Elder asked, staring keenly at Photel. Photel didn't say a word yet. He seemed to be very busy on the phone. In fact he was staring at the wall as he attended to whoever was on the phone with him. What he was saying couldn't he heard by the rest. They were now back at the private medical facility of the island. Although it belonged to th