Death flower!

Helena’s P.O.V.

The ethereal beauty illuminated by the soft rays of the morning sun mesmerized me. I didn’t feel a bit of fear while looking at her unrivaled magnificence.

The sensation of calm and serenity enveloped my existence in a protective embrace, those violent orbs were fixed on me, they made me connect with the owner instantly.

“Who are you?”

I hurriedly questioned, bothered by the silk veil hiding her half face. It was a shame that such elegance was masked by a simple piece of clothing, but I was intrigued.

After confirming that she wasn’t my mom, through her eye-color, my impulse was taking over my mind.

Why and how did she enter my meditation?

What was the purpose of her appearance?

Was she a friend or a foe?

I put aside all of my reasoning and greeted her.

“Hello. I’m Helena.

May I know who you are?”

The extent of relaxation of my tone also amazed me, it was all natural as if she was my companion from long ago. She took two steps forward, her dreamy voice s