CHAPTER FIFTY SIX - THE TALE OF SYLRIA

THE EMERAL KINGDOM

HOUSE OF SYLRIA

It was a blistering hot day, mother had just left the house to try her luck with game in the Hunting grounds. I hoped she'd return with father, he left since morning and it was unlike him to stay out for this long.

Nelma sat on the rug, the three year old played with a yellow rubber duck that was beginning to turn brown at the edges over years of rough handling.

I watched the small duplicate of myself, Nelma looked so much like me mother said she thought she had given birth to the same baby twice.

The day was hot, too hot for me to go out in search for my parents and I definitely could not leave Nelma alone at home and worst to take her along with me under the red hot sun. The most I could do was keep her entertained with a series of funny faces and pray that our parents came back sooner. Nelma would cry her eyes out if mother did not sing her to sleep and I wasn't looking forward to that job.

We were from the Lycan city though I was born and raised