(LOVE AND PITY) “LOVE.” The word that Winona whispers with a tone of pity, but greater disappointment towards Alliah. For falling into the trap that Kyle made for her. Yet, she couldn’t blame her for choosing that path, now that she knew how tragic her life ends up. “Filial, agape and Eros.” Carlos suddenly speaks. Laying the types of love that she is aware of, just then. “Eros. The type of love between two people is much associated with the sin of Lust. But then, what you are thinking and the pity that you have for her is not right Winona.” Taken aback by his words, Carlos that is so far is like a roller coaster that’s spinning her head into the tunnels and the fact that one way is positively building Alliah up and the other down. “What do you mean?” She immediately asks, in a tone that is demanding and commanding. “Yes, Alliah’s life is a pity. The perfect tragedy that the hell made to pull her into the darkness was a plan for her life all along. But her lust and love
(BLOOD AND DARK) “THE third book.” Winona then deeply thought about the words and the information that she just heard and found out. The world, book and dimension that was created just like the world that they are running into, but then was different. “I do not know if I should tell you all about it.” “What do you mean?” Carlos then whispers to her ears in a teasing tone. Somehow like a devil that is tempting her to choose the darkest path rather than the dark one. “Do you wish to know about it?’ Now clearly a bit toying her and more than just tempting. Winona is left to think and is more than eager to know about the things that was just thrown and said right in front of her. Making Carlos smiles in amusement for having a bit of fun. In this game that she already started with the commandment that is Carlos. What more could she be facing a consequence for? “Tell me, everything.” “Everything you say? I hope you wouldn’t regret anything afterwards, Winona.” “You do not need to w
(DRIPPING BLOOD) “HOW do you like the gift that I gave you?” “The chance or the curse, which one?” “How about, both?” Hands clutching tight into a fist. Winona could not help but fell into a deep anger after just witnessing Ramiel’s past, who is right now is wearing the mask and identity of their book and world’s Kyle. The identity that shouldn’t be his, yet fate and what’s written in the book of their world said it all. “Ramiel.” “Tsk! Why am I sensing from you that one day you will put a sword to that person’s neck and demand for a compensation of stealing this world’s original Kyle?” “Compensation? I do not think I have the liberty to do such a thing.” “I see.” The bit of doubts that crosses Carlos mind. Along with it is that tiny piece of fear that he couldn’t explain why. For the reason that if what he just said is the truth and currently what’s running inside Winona’s mind, one way, or probably not, Winona might regret it. Regret of ever thinking of taking the life of t
(BROKEN MIRROR) “NOW. Have you understood everything and by means everything, about the choice that Kyle and Alliah made?” “Understand? Tsk! I honestly against it one way or another, but I know that what happened are necessary for that perfect destruction and the upcoming future, so, I do and even more.” Their exchange that clarify the things that are running inside Carlos mind. The fact and the prof that he needed to tell and deliver that he successfully ended his task perfectly and according to what Winona needed and immediately right now. Now, with a flick of a coin, images of Kyle and Alliah is shown in front of Winona. Images that is to test her if what she just said is what she means and deeply. A test that Winona knows and expecting from Carlos in a way and two. A little test that she is more than prepared to say her answer. “He needed to be, Kyle. They both doesn’t have a choice.” The answer that she gave and the same one that perfectly what Carlos is been wanting to hear
(THE FAMILIAR LULLABY) NOW humming the same lullaby that’s been playing inside Emie’s mind, and by which is Winona is currently watching with the privilege of having to see the past that will answer her questions. She gritted her teeth in dismay. “Tsk! Just how funny this little game is.” Her words and insulting comment, after realizing but a bit that what she is seeing so far from the past is the lock chain of lives and destiny that put every one of them into the grandest scale of a complicated puzzle game. A game that is being played by two powerful beings that no one of them could ever fathom. “Everyone is link to someone. Each person took the deal to have the most important thing that they could ever wish to their life.” She deduces, yet rather the half of the conclusion that she finally understands after all that she had seen, and from the facts that she patches into a giant piece of a chaotic perfection. “Everyone is trying to protect someone that is either good or evil. Ta
(UNKNOWN SHE?) “WHO is Emie?” “Tsk! Seriously?” Winona suddenly asks in between the reality or foreshadowing her wants to know about that fact. The question with the underlying dread of who is she will trust or not. “Is that even a question? Or perhaps a statement that you rather wanted to say as a joke? Worst, you little game that you wanted to insist that we should play?” “Carlos.” “I am a bit surprise and curious for that sudden thought that you are asking me right now, Winona.” Carlos inquires of her. The first and probably the last that he will asks a genuine one towards her. “What more is there to it? I wanted to know, about Emie.” She then whispers but not the answer that Carlos is looking for, nor the answer that she wanted to give to him. “Aren’t you satisfied from what you have learned and remembered so far?” Carlos taunts, as he is in a bit bored from how things are going on right now. Impatient for Winona to say that she is satisfied, for he wanted to hear from h
(ONCE MORE) “TAROTS.” Winona whispers, reading the name of the deck of card that the neon purple light wrote in front of her. Just then, the lights that looks like fireflies disperse. Now flying around her, then stops, along with the ticking time that wasn’t been there from the first place. “Show me the cards.” She requested, no, she commanded. A command that the fireflies obliges. With the tick of the clock that once more runs, each light turns into a spinning card. Illuminating a purple neon light glow as each one turns to face her, with the image, roman number and the name of the cards. “The full deck.” She whispers, fascinated by the set of tarot cards that she is looking at right now. She draws a satisfying smile unto her face, as she waited and received the cards that slowly lit up around her, with their distinct features and name. Wherein and in the very moment as the cards line up according to their number
(THE NEXT STEP) “SHALL we continue?” The voice of HIS that is tempting. To strong to have the will to reject such desire to commit and went into the path that HE desires for you to take. One such command, yet a choice with the freedom to do so. Both good and evil, strong and weak. Winona listen, looks at the cards in front of her, as she continues wearing the shoes that Emie wore once. As the next step continues. “The lovers.” Looking at the card for a moment as it shows the image of the two persons under the grace of the heavens in a form of a sun, yet a moon is somewhat hiding from behind of it. She felt her heart sink in fear for a few seconds, as she stares at the sun and moon's image where she interprets one thing. “Death.” Keeping herself calm and reasoning for the good rather than the bad. She reminds herself to keep the very card close and the ones it pertains to. For what it tells and the warning that it brings, one of them or both will die.