As embarrassing as it may be to admit, it was love at first sight.
Go ahead and laugh.
But it's true.
The moment he came crashing through the trees, I knew that he was the one for me.
My sister (who is a trauma psychologist and a part-time Potioneer) says that I was disillusioned because I met him in a situation where my life was in danger so I naturally clung to him and developed some sort of attachment. Not uncommon in people who develop admiration for their heroes or idols. She says that I'm probably suffering from PTSD and she wants me to book an appointment with her. I told her there was no way I was going to book an appointment with my own sister, and that if I ever need a shrink to look after me, I would choose anyone but her. She said that I'm in denial of my own condition and that means I seriously need help. That made me hang up the phone and temporarily (she's still family, after all) block her number.
She's convinced that I'm not really in love--that I just got caught up in the moment and the moment will pass.
But it's been a month. And I feel the same. Actually, I think my feelings have grown.
I haven't seen nor heard from him in a month, so shouldn't this mean that it's real? Yearning for someone means love, right?
Doesn't this mean that I'm actually, really in love?
I leaned back against the pillows piled around me and reached for the remote. A section of the wall in front of me flickered to life. Maybe a bit of TV would help distract me...
"...update on the developing story for tonight, we will switch to our on-site correspondent Ms. Gabi Hay."
"Good evening Ted, and all our viewers. This is Gabi Hay currently reporting from outside the restriction zone of the Fault Line 45 just outside the Western Manila area where a confirmed Anomaly Gate materialized. The Gate was evaluated to be at Rank A-5 by the Anomaly Guard and as such was put on the Clearance List. Well, just three hours ago, we received information that a Freelancer was taking on the task solo, and he has just finished! A marvellous success, as expected from S-Rank Necromancer Jester Lee--"
I sat bolt upright and let out an unintentionally high-pitched squeal. I failed to hear what else the reporter said about him the moment she mentioned his name, and instead focused on catching a glimpse of the man who stole my heart.
It was difficult, to be honest. Jester Lee hated the media. Despite being one of the most well-known Adventurers out there, he was incredibly reclusive. He refused interviews and hid from the public. It was rumoured that every public appearance he's ever given was solely because the Chairman of the Adventurer's Guild Associations had ordered him to.
It wasn't because he was hiding something. I think he's the type who just doesn't like all the attention. My sister said maybe he was antisocial, but I think he's just really shy and bad with crowds.
I can't help but agree with his fan club (yes, I confirmed the existence of a legitimate fan club) that Jester Lee should definitely expose himself more to the public because there is nothing for him to be shy about at all. I mean, he's got it all: skills, power, intelligence and incredible good looks.
I think I have the authority to say that Jester Lee is definitely one of the best-looking humans that I have ever met (and I have quite a large sample of faces to draw from). He had a tall, lean build like a professional athlete and wasn't at all bulky and burly like most Adventurers. He may not appear brawny, but I guarantee he has muscles like steel packed into that body. And his face! I had been fortunate enough to have a close-up view of his face, and I can only describe it as an artist's masterpiece: fine-boned features, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline, grey eyes like a stormy sky, and neatly-trimmed black curls. Oh, and a small mole under his left eye, so small that it usually wouldn't be visible--unless you were really, really close.
And how did I come really, really close enough to see it? How did I know that he had solid muscles despite his slight frame?
Well, it was because Jester Lee carried me in his arms for approximately five minutes, exactly thirty-one days and twenty hours ago, while he was fighting an escaped Anomaly beast. It was the night he saved my life, and I will never forget it.
I never thought I would ever be grateful to a monster, especially one that tried to kill me. But everything can be forgiven, since I got to meet THE ONE because of it...
32 days ago.
It was 3am and I couldn't sleep. So I poked around the fridge in my hotel suite to look for the only drink that could possibly soothe my nerves enough so I could rest: strawberry milk.
The fridge was filled with sports drinks, softdrinks, juice, tea, beer, iced coffee and sparkling water. But no strawberry milk. Then I remembered Bea (my PA) telling me that the milk I drank this morning was the last one.
I really wanted strawberry milk. So, against all rules and risking the fury of my PA, my manager and my director, I rushed back to my room and pulled on a pair of denim shorts, a dark oversized hoodie and my special pair of silver glasses. I looked in the mirror and surveyed my appearance. My eyes, which were normally brown, were now black and my blond hair was now a dark brown. The glasses were magic, of course, and they work by altering how other people see me (which means my hair and eye colour don't actually change). I grinned. As long as I keep my head down, people shouldn't recognize me.
I snuck out of the hotel (not difficult since everyone was passed out drunk or sleeping anyway) and was outside in less than ten minutes. I winked at the doorman who recognised me and put a finger to my lips. The man gave a slight nod and pretended not to see me.
We were in an island resort just off the coast of Palawan. We were scheduled to finish the last stretch of filming for a movie coming out in a few months and we needed someplace with beaches and forests but close enough to Manila where we would be filming the last scene. That was harder to do than you might think, because not a lot of places can be considered Safe Zones. Once you get out of the City State Borders, there's always the risk of a Gate materializing and Anomalies appearing, especially at night. That's why this island was a really great find. It was close enough to Puerto Princessa that it was within its Borders despite being a few miles out at sea, so we were protected from any unexpected Breaches. And because it's a Safe Zone, there weren't any Anomalies running wild either.
The closest convenience store to the hotel happened to be several blocks away, near a public park. I skipped over, humming to myself. The only people I encountered were a pair of drunk elves who couldn't even walk in a straight line, so I had no worries about being noticed. But when I got to the convenience store, they were out of strawberry milk. The clerk said that the next store was on the other side of the park. I sighed at the thought of more walking, but there was no way I'm going back without it when I already went to so much trouble.
So I was crossing the park, walking on a well-lit path, when I thought I heard a noise. I tapped my earpiece, turning off the music I was listening to, and I looked behind me. I thought I heard something rustling by the trees, and I peered into the darkness. Nothing. Not even the wind. I turned away and kept walking, but I activated the dial function of my earpiece in case I needed to call the emergency hotline.
There it was again, a soft noise, like something was treading very lightly on the rocky ground by the trees. That definitely got my heart beating faster, and I could feel goosebumps on my skin. And the familiar sensation of something crawling all over me. I didn't turn around this time, but I listened very carefully, and a moment later I could swear I heard a soft growling noise. Like something was watching me, and it was just waiting for the right moment to pounce.
Well, sorry, but I'm not going to play along.
I suddenly spun around and shot a spell in the direction of the noise. A low BOOM echoed through the park and a rewarding yowl of pain from whatever creature that was told me I hit my mark. But I didn't bother to look to confirm. I ran as fast as I could, because I knew that a simple air cannon like that won't take it down completely. I bought myself a minute, or two, that was all.
I hit the call icon on the holo screen that appeared in front of my face as I ran.
"Emergency Services, how may I help you?"
"I'm being pursued by a beast in the park!" I huffed and puffed, trying to say it quickly without biting off my tongue. "Anomaly! It's an Anomaly!"
"May we ask permission to tag your location?"
"Yes! Hurry!" There was a sudden crash behind me and I risked a look. Just in time I saw something black leaping for my throat. I gave an involuntary shriek and stumbled over my own feet. It saved my life as the Anomaly flew over right where my head was a moment ago. "Help!" I yelled, rolling on the ground and getting to my feet as the Anomaly shook itself off from crashing into a garbage can.
Barrier spell, I thought, panic clawing at my throat as the Anomaly padded towards me. Under the bright streetlights, I could clearly see it. It was like a very big panther and it wasn't black but a rather dark brown with spots of red fur. And instead of having a tail it had three snake-like things waving around behind it. The tails hissed at me and I realized the red spots weren't fur, but blood. Its red eyes glowed with hunger.
Oh, lord, this is bad. This is really, really bad.
Thirty seconds.That was how long I've been casting barrier magic around myself against the Anomaly beast's attacks.Thirty seconds may seem like a really short time but if your life is on the line, it feels like eternity."Miss, we've contacted the nearest Anomaly Guard on duty--"BZZZZZTTTT!!!"... standby and keep a safe distance..."BZZZZZTTTT!!!"Tell them to hurry!" I gasped out as the Anomaly Beast reared back for another charge. "I can't keep my shield up forever!"That was true. I'm a licensed Mage (Rank A-2) but I was a civilian. If my opponent was another Mage, then perhaps I wouldn't be feeling so desperate. But Anomalies have a high resistance to magic, and to take one out required you to use combat spells of Rank B and above. And as a civilian, I don't know any combat spells strong enough to kill one, and neither do I have
So that we're all on the same page, let me do a quick introduction with a little bit of a history lesson added in.Around five hundred years ago, Earthlings (normal human beings and all manner of existence on the planet) discovered that there are parallel worlds very much like Earth that have existed as long as Earth has. By worlds I don't mean planets. I mean, they exist in a different dimension altogether. I'm sure there's a very comprehensive scientific explanation for this, but it's way to complicated for me so I won't bother. But the point is, these worlds were able to coexist without interfering with one another for ages. Which is why there was a point in time in human history where people believed aliens and extradimensional travel was nonsense (stupid, right?).This was proven false when one of the said parallel worlds imploded with enough force that it created several dimensional rips. Earth, being a younger and bigger world tha
3 days after our Fated Encounter.'The number you are calling is not in service. Check the number and dial again...'That was the twelfth time I tried to call Jester Lee. I didn't want to admit it, but the truth is hard to ignore. Either the number he gave me was false or he was blocking my calls.Realistically speaking, why would anyone bother to hand out their number if they were planning to block you anyway? So it's most likely he gave me a wrong number on purpose so I couldn't bother him in the first place.I smirked. He's got pluck, I'll give him that. Most men (and women) would be pushing each other out of the way in order to get my attention (I am not exaggerating, I've seen it happen) and there he was, nonchalantly giving me a false number and treating me like some sort of fangirl who would only waste his time.There's a chance, of course, that he thought that way precisely because he
Mister Louie got back to me while I was on the drive back to the hotel."I double-checked and I can tell you for sure that the number you gave me was a burner," he said, amused. "Now why would anyone be giving you a burner, Alisa?"I held back a sigh. "Maybe because they don't want to talk to me?""Who in their right mind would wanna ignore a sweetheart like you?" Louie laughed. "Is this someone dodging a debt or something? Coz you seem pretty determined to catch him. You don't usually ask me for a favor this big."That made me smile. "I wanna keep things a secret for a little while, Mister Louie. And you could say I'm the one who owes this person a favor and you know I always pay my debts. So I have to be able to contact him so we can talk it out, you know?""Hmmm... well, whatever your reason, I hope you know that whatever I come up with using my methods, it won't hold in court? This is kind
"If it's in two years...there's not much time."
Dad was not amused. He grabbed a beer and emptied it in one go. His cheeks were red and his frown had turned into a pout. The effects of the purple cake must be wearing off."He should declare his intentions first. I'll meet with him myself."Huh. Well, that would prove difficult, since I don't think Jester is aware that he had any intentions to declare at all. Dad seems to be forgetting that I am still in the 'unrequited crush' phase of our relationship. Even calling it a 'relationship' was seriously stretching the boundaries of the word.This was getting quite embarrassing."Dad, I think we should discuss this when there's actually something more substantial between us to talk about. I mean, I think I like him, but he doesn't know that yet." I winked at Harry, who was chuckling silently in the corner."Mister Rosche, Madam Josefa, Diane. Thanks for keeping us company. I think we should be leaving now."
35 days after our Fated Encounter."Are you sure about this?" Bea asked me. "Because it's not too late for us to cancel.""Oh, yes, I'm sure. I finally found a window of opportunity after waiting so long. I'm not backing out now." I smiled confidently, twirling in front of the mirror to check my outfit: a calf-length brown pencil skirt, a plain white turtleneck, my favourite black stilleto boots, and a dark-brown fur-trimmed coat (its faux fur, of course, I don't wear clothes made from real animals. I'm not a barbarian) draped over my shoulders. My hair was done up in a casual high ponytail, with a matching brown satin ribbon holding it in place."Oh, I don't mean the date. I meant moving." Bea clarified, handing me my purse."Oh, that. I don't see the problem. Where I live is my business. And besides, the view is so pretty--""There are literally hundreds of other places that could give you a
He should have known something was wrong the moment he stepped into the cafe.First of all, he had never seen the place so full. Almost every table was taken, and his gaze immediately zeroed in on his favourite spot in the corner, hoping it would be empty. Thankfully, it was. He had been looking forward to having a cup of Arabique coffee that he had been craving for the past few days. Of course, he could just order to-go, but sipping coffee while doing some casual reading in his favourite cafe was something that always relaxes him. And boy, did he need some down time.The past week had been a blur of subjugation requests and raids and rescue missions and paperwork. If he had known how much paperwork he had to go through every time he finished a mission, he would never have accepted the Chairman's offer of enlisting as an Anomaly Guard. Well, at least they allowed him to have an aide. He spared a moment to appreciate Boris' hard work and sympathize with hi
Jester swiped his hand to the left. The wall before him tore itself up and crumbled to dust before being sucked into a void known as Jorus, exposing the figures inside.Only two people remained standing. One was a familiar figure, tall and broad, with a white mask covering his face. The other was leaner, smaller than the masked man, with a handsome face and cold, dead eyes. This man held in his arms a woman with golden hair in a fancy red dress. The features of her beautiful face were obscured by the blood seeping from her head, and around her slender neck was a fiery tattoo, like a necklace of thorns painted on her skin.A curse mark, in its most potent form.Alisa. His Alisa.Everything in Jester fell still, and whatever rationality he had left was burned away by fear and fury.*****An explosion of black—an oppressive, all-consuming darkness surrounded them in the blink of an eye. This darkness was unnatural. It wasn’t a darkness born from a lack of light, rather, it felt to him li
Jester had several misgivings about attending the Finale as Alisa’s date. He had to dress fancy. He had to listen to a rabid crowd scream his name and fight the urge to run away. He had to let the paparazzi take pictures without breaking their limbs. He even had to stop scowling.But the Finale was important to Alisa. She had asked him to come, and he knew if he did, it would mean the world to her, so how could he refuse her?At first, it wasn’t so bad. The suit was surprisingly comfortable, and though it was fancier than what he was used to wearing (it had a cape, for crying out loud) at least it was in black and grey, and not—gods forbid—egg-yolk yellow or neon green (like what he saw some of the other guests were wearing). Their red-carpet entrance was also quickly over with, and like what Aisha had said, all that was left to endure was the small-talk.It only took a few minutes after Alisa left, though, for Jester to realize he could only bear with this situation in her presence.
TEN MINUTES BEFORE EVERYTHING WENT TO HELL, VIP SECTIONAn intense tremor shook the Stadium, accompanied by alarmed yelling and swearing and the sound of shattering glasses as surprised guests dropped to the floor or crawled under the tables. Before the shaking even stopped, an alarm ripped through the air. Colin felt a foreboding sense of deja vu when he recognized what it meant.CODE BLACK: ANOMALY BREACH DETECTEDLOCKDOWN PROTOCOL IN EFFECT. THIS EVENT IS HEREBY CANCELLED. ALL GUESTS AND RESIDENTS ARE ADVISED TO REMAIN WITHIN THE BORDER. PLEASE REMAIN CALM AND FOLLOW EVACUATION PROTOCOL.The last time M’lonia had a Breach was nearly fifty years ago. Not only were there fewer active Faults in Ellenis as a whole (when you compare it to Earth or Oren), but the Elven capital of M’lonia was literally in the middle of nowhere, and under miles of sand and bedrock to boot. Some studies have claimed that the possibility of a new Breach forming in an area without a history of a Fault decreas
I suddenly stopped feeling bad for my PA when I realized why she was so on edge.They were hiding things from me again. They knew—Bea, Dad, Jester, they all knew—how much I hated that.“Give me my earpiece,” I said to Freya, pointing at the tiny purse on the couch beside her.“You have to focus on the Finale.” Bea said, snatching it away before Freya could even reach for it. “Forget what I said about New York. Right now, focus on the show, and when everything’s done, you can go and cuddle up to Jester as much as you like and have that talk.”“And if I say, ‘No, I don’t want to go to New York?’”Bea wouldn’t meet my eyes. “Come on. Be reasonable. It’s just a health break…”I narrowed my eyes at her, focusing on Bea’s emotions.How suspicious. There was concern for my health, certainly. But strangely, Bea seems to be more focused on my safety rather than the possibility of me relapsing into anorexia. Then, there’s the thing about Sir Merrion following me around on the orders of the King
It was Jester who first stepped out of the car.Broad-shouldered, long and lean, he wore the dark grey suit Alisa had picked out for him, and it fit him like a dream. Unbeknownst to the stylists, the white shirt he was wearing underneath was actually his AG suit, which he had adjusted to copy its appearance. He told Alisa it just felt wrong for him to wear normal clothes when out in public, and convinced her to let him use the suit. Draped over his shoulders was the luxurious cape trimmed with black fur and embroidered in gold that Holly had waved under his nose, and in the flashing lights, the gold thread shimmered.From LeBlanc’s position on the balcony, and with the help of his favorite camera, he could see very clearly why Alisa Vega had fallen for the AG rookie. Had he been into men, LeBlanc himself would have fallen head-over-heels and off of a cliff for him. The build, the figure—there was no angle from which you could take a photograph that wouldn’t flatter him. And that face-
LeBlanc thought that West Park Stadium had never looked more like a treasure chest than it did tonight. It was bright, and shiny, and loud—and the people inside it were equally so.For most of the normal people in the three worlds, the Fashion Week Finale was a show you watch on your holo-screens. But now, LeBlanc was a part of it. He was there in the flesh.He had been fortunate enough to be invited to the Finale as a guest by his editor, and though he was not strictly required to work during the event, the photographer in him could not resist slinging his favorite camera over his shoulder. Fashion Week was like an all-you-can-eat buffet for him—there was no way he was passing up an opportunity to photograph the elite of the elite of the fashion world, in all their splendor. Of course, he would not be allowed to publicize any of his photographs unless he gains consent from his subjects. But he didn’t mind. He didn’t pursue photography for the money or the potential connections he cou
It didn’t take very long for someone to knock on the door and remind them that Alisa had things to do, and places to be.In reality, it had only been about three hours since they left the others in the drawing room. Emotionally though, to Jester it felt like an entire day had gone by. In a mere three hours, Alisa had gone from ‘angry-girlfriend’ to ‘sweet seductress’ to ‘vulnerable, guilt-ridden, accidental murderess’ and finally, now she was ‘the-show-must-go-on, high-fashion supermodel with a probable eating disorder’, and he sat in bed watching her reapplying her makeup and slipping on those icepick heels.As if she hadn’t been crying her eyes out and dripping snot over his shirt a few minutes ago.Alisa is more than just a pretty face, strutting around in glamorous outfits and smiling for the cameras. She was more than just the Vega name and the influence that goes with it. She’s also more than just a girl with a powerful Gift.Alisa—his Alisa—is lovely, complicated, and unique. S
Things went back to normal almost immediately after that. That mugging incident never happened again, and it was easy to forget about something horrible if it’s not happening directly to you. Marcus was his usual possessive self, and I should have had no expectations otherwise. He changed my memories, so of course I don’t have a proper recollection of what happened. There shouldn’t be any reason for me to feel uneasy with him.But I did. I guess somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew what was really going on. I think Marcus could tell, too. He became even more obsessed with keeping me by his side. There was even a rumor at school going around that he and I were dating secretly, because he’s always holding my hand.I’m sure that Aisha told you Marcus needed physical contact to reinforce his Gift, right? I think at that time Marcus was still testing the limits of his Gift. He was afraid of being apart from me because he wanted to make sure that I wouldn’t remember things I shouldn’t.
We found ourselves in bed again…though not in the same way as we were a few hours ago.For one thing, we were dressed. Jester now had on a pair of pants and a new shirt, though it was mostly unbuttoned—I hadn’t realized that when he pulled off the first one, it had ripped a little from our eagerness. He said normal clothes were just built too fragile, and he was used to it.“Wow,” I said drily, “How many girls got you ripping your shirt off for them to say you’re used to that?”Jester kissed my forehead. “Just one.”“Really.”“I have the physical strength equal to a hundred humans, Ali. That’s what I meant.”“I know. I was just teasing,” I said.“Huh. Stop trying to distract me.”Resigning myself to the inevitable, I cuddled up to him as I thought about how to begin.Half my hesitation comes from the fact that I still couldn’t wrap my head around what just happened a few hours ago. I’ve always wanted to know how it would feel to kiss someone and touch someone and be so intimate—withou