"Did you like what you saw?" Melia asked, and Elijah looked at her blankly. "I suppose the red dress in your thoughts left you desiring something else," she added with a sly grin. Elijah felt his cheeks flush as he halted his steps. Melia stopped a few steps ahead of him, waiting for his response. "Wait... did you read my thoughts?" he finally asked. "I merely projected what you were thinking," she responded, turning on his heels and walking up a small flight of stairs until he reached another hallway with several doors leading to other rooms. She stopped at the second one, feeling slightly uneasy. "But it's just...I don't..." he trailed off, unsure of what to say. The reflection had stirred something inside him, and he wasn't sure how to articulate it. Melia looked at him with a gentle smile, noticing the crimson in his cheeks and his nervousness. "If I didn't like you so much, I might even show you what's beneath the dress," she teased, turning the doorknob with a mischievous gl
The softness of the linen sheets made him melt into sleep after going downstairs to get something to eat at that time of the morning. The sun's rays came in through the window in front of the room and hit the bed. He stirred a little and stretched in the same way, stretched his arms and lowered them in an incomplete circle. He rubbed his eyes and ran his hands through his tousled hair. He leaned on his forearms, yawned and picked up his mobile phone from the table beside the bed. " 8am. " He yawned again, he would be studying in two hours. He pushed the sheets away from his body without wanting to, the softness caused him to never get out of bed. He got out of bed without first looking for several seconds at the floor where two pairs of sandals lay, they weren't his, he knew that well. Anyway, he slipped his feet into them and heavily walked out of the room and down the stairs. He passed through the hallway looking at the closed doors, curiosity assailing him. He approached the first
Elijah nodded with a furrowed brow. He left the kitchen and made his way to the bedroom. Upon arrival, he picked up his mobile phone and noticed he had several missed calls and messages from his parents. His father, Josh, had asked him to call him once he arrived at school, and his mother had done the same. He also saw messages from his siblings, as well as some lighthearted good morning messages from Fox and Rebekah. After finishing up with his phone, he headed to the bathroom to take a refreshing shower. Wrapping a towel around his thin waist after, he noticed that a set of clothes had been laid out for him on the bed. The outfit consisted of a pair of ripped black jeans, dark brown boots that matched the grey coat, and a white shirt that was just a shade darker than his skin. Elijah's brow furrowed even deeper as he inspected the clothes. He wasn't the type to dress stylishly, like most of the boys at school. He preferred to dress normally. He left the shirt on the bed and declined
Her limpid orbs stared unflinchingly up and down at him. He closed and opened his eyes, hoping that what he beheld was a mere phantasmagoria or a trick of his mind. Did thy closest confidant attire himself more elegantly than thou couldst fathom? "That shall suffice, Rebekah," he interjected, feeling uneasy under her scrutinizing gaze as she sought the Elijah who preferred modest garb. "Look upon me not as if I am not the customary Elijah." "But thou dost not resemble the customary Elijah," his brother Sam interjected, as he ran his digits along the collar of the coat adorning his kin. "Who attired thee like an idol?" "Do not exaggerate." "'Tis no exaggeration," Robert and Sam chorused. "Thou art overly well-dressed, and..." He strode towards him, and Sam took a whiff of him. "Thou dost smell of the most expensive perfume." " Watchman." This is Rebekah speaking." What?" She asked as everyone looked at him. "That perfume is worn by Fox." She shrugged his shoulders. " But... Elija
"What... did he say?" he queried, enunciating his words with difficulty. Surely, it must be a jest, he countered inwardly. Was his day not already fraught with enough tribulations? Perhaps it was another Dahioh he had referred to when he mentioned having to attend to matters at his institution of learning. The principal named Sak scowled at the anxiety of one of the finest pupils he had ever taught. "May I ask if thou art acquainted with her?" "No..." he replied, casting a fleeting glance at Rebekah, who was whispering to him, inquiring about the situation. "No, sir," he coughed. "I do not know her. But... may I be permitted to use the lavatory?" "After the new student arrives," the principal retorted, and Elijah persisted. "Very well," he acceded, with a resigned air. "Go ahead and do not tarry," he added, and Elijah rose from his seat and exited the classroom. Being outside he walked straight to the rectory looking out of the window at the girl who seemed to be talking animatedl
He was never given the opportunity to introduce them. Fox bolted away without a word, and Za's eyes were vacant, leaving him to wonder if his friend had recognized the woman from a photograph. He dismissed the thought immediately, as there were very few clear pictures of the woman, and the ones that existed were either held by the now-retired librarian or by himself. He stood before Za, waving his hand in front of her to grab her attention. "Is something the matter?" inquired the snowy-haired man. "I have to find Melia," she evaded the question, beginning to walk away. Elijah paused for a moment before following him. Za seemed different now, almost anxious. Why the sudden change? Why did the sight of Fox affect her so deeply? No, he told himself, it couldn't be that. It was something much more complicated, much further away. "Do you have any idea where Melia might be?" she asked Elijah, who shook his head. "I have to speak with her, I have to... I saw her! I saw her!" she exclaimed
I was starting to wonder if it would be wrong to do the same thing to Jahjah that they did to Judas. Would that be wrong? Because if it is, then all the more reason for me to do it. I was getting irritated with him. Every time I said something that I knew was true and he wanted to deny it, he would argue back. He was really getting on my nerves. Ever since I met him, he's been a pain. His brow furrowed, his nose wrinkled, and his deep voice demanded a response. To be honest, it was the only time I could hear a hint of manliness in his voice. Although, on second thought, not even when he's angry does it come out. Should I tell him that? That I think his voice lacks masculinity? I swear I'm going to do it. - March 1, on what would be another day where I make life miserable for the blondie. After class ended and the break began, the twins were on campus with their friends talking to the rest of the students about the new girl in their class. Practically everyone in the school, including
"Okay, will you guys please be quiet?" Elijah asked his brothers, annoyed by their conversation in the back of their father's car, where the main topic was Dahioh. His brothers fell silent and gave him a dirty look that he could see in the rearview mirror. "It's like they've never seen a girl before. I'm sick of hearing about Dahioh," he said, opening his notebook and feeling his father's gaze on him. He turned to him and asked, "What?" "What's the matter with you?" his father asked. "I'm just sick and tired of my brothers talking about Dahioh," Elijah replied. "That's all." "Jealous?" Sam asked. Elijah sighed and closed his eyes. "Don't flatter yourself, little brother. I can assure you that Dahioh prefers a different kind of masculine style, and you and Robert are nowhere near it," he said, smiling briefly before stopping abruptly. The twins were left speechless. They were offended by what their brother had said, and they didn't expect it. It was evident in their faces and even
The headmaster called out for the missing one, Elijah. He stepped forward to the stage amidst applause, and the headmaster handed him his diploma, saying,"The woman who is destined to change the lives of many, to dispel the lies of all, and to prove that the impossible is possible, left behind an essay - one that Elijah, of course, did not write." There was a brief chuckle from the audience. "But it was she, Melia, who gave it to me and told me something I only understood recently... I was moved by what I read in that essay. It touched my heart and made me understand many things, including the importance of devotion to the same love of God..." He sighed. "Orleans." He glanced at someone in the audience briefly, then continued. "he will read what she wrote, and thus, my dear students, everything that has been for you will conclude, marking the beginning of your own journeys. I can only say this in closing, never give up on your goals, your dreams... Believe in yourselves, in each of y
The dim sunlight peeked through her window, announcing its presence. The cool breeze entered as well, rustling the vibrant green leaves that had regained their color after the winter. The lush trees were covered in leaves, with the few yellow ones scattered at their feet. Summer had made its presence known.She stood in her room, gazing out the window in a particular direction, toward that place that brought back memories. To that direction where, when she fixed her gaze, her mind played tricks on her, vividly reconstructing something that wasn't quite as it seemed.A pang in her heart, truly, a pang that felt like a bullet piercing it, stealing several heartbeats and the air from her lungs. The trick her mind played caused such a feeling, that memory that appeared so clear of her, standing there, looking at him, just like that time when she thought someone would discover her true self, setting in motion the change in her life.And she had let her go.It hurt to remember that day, let
He turned on his heels, looking back. His heart pounded as fiercely as the tears welling up on his face, a smile forming there.Her voice, that voice he could recognize... There, before him, bathed in a beautiful, radiant white light, was his mother. His father, his siblings... They all gazed at him with smiles reflected on their lips, in their eyes, proof that what he believed to be dead still lived in his heart.The return from death by the act of another being's soul, one who loved him, who loved Elijah.Elijah was about to embrace his mother, siblings, and father, but Melia's voice stopped him. He turned to her, looking into her eyes."You must embrace them, you must feel them when you finish the prayer," she said, trying to keep her words, so different from Skalliet's, from confusing his mind. "Jahjah, look at me," she asked when she noticed he was looking at Skalliet because of what he was saying. She couldn't let him be convinced. "You are the perfect carnation that, despite ev
Skalliet was on the verge of attacking his brother, but Fox wouldn't allow it. A struggle ensued between them.The screams of others could be heard everywhere. Rebekah was locked in battle with the creatures chasing Skalliet, while Melia still held the frostnive by the wrist, dragging him to the center of the arena before releasing him."Don't do it," her mother's voice cut through the chaos. She stood beside Za, just a few steps away from Melia. "Please.""The decision has already been made," Melia replied without emotion. "Your punishment will be this, Jahjah." The frostnive looked at her in confusion, while despair surrounded them, and the sounds of the ongoing fights echoed in the background. "My lies, in exchange for your difference, are worth much more," she continued. "And soon, you will know."The clear image of Skalliet approaching became visible to everyone. He was after Olliet, intent on taking him, on killing him. He had nothing left to give except what he held for Elijah.
I see your soul, I want to paint it black. No more pure colors, if you choose to take my hand. I can see the beauty in your being, the benevolence in your heart. I can see how little I care about that. The cause and effect of all this is that I want to paint you black. People don't understand, they don't understand you. The world around you is too little for what you truly deserve. Love is scarce, mine is abundant. Life is short, eternity is not. Take my hand, let our eternities merge. I look within me, and my heart is black. I see through you, yours is not. I want to paint it black. I want to paint it black. Join your hand with mine in this dance. Our eternity will unite. The sway of our bodies, our locked gazes, is the little understanding for those around us. I don't care about the fall; I want you with me. Do you want me with you? If so, take my hand. I can't stare at the setting moon. If you join your hand with mine, our love will laugh at us before dawn. I'll
"They love each other so much," Elijah said. "It's visible wherever you look.""With all their hearts," Karina added. "They are meant for each other, they are...""The same soul," Za concluded. "Their love... it's as vast as the thread that allowed them to find each other.""The thread of life given to them by Melia," Elijah said. "The thread given to them by the woman who now hates me." He laughed bitterly. "The woman I love with all my soul." His feline eyes closed as he spoke those words with depth.Za and Karina looked at him without saying anything. What was the need to say anything? Both of them saw the pelinieve as a son, as the boy who, despite everything that happened, remained there, following Melia. Oh, after a being considered impossible...Elijah opened his eyes and released a sigh. Karina's hand covered his over the table."Despite everything, dear, things will be okay, right?" She said, trying to keep her eyes from tearing up. "There's no need to cry; it doesn't fix thi
The faint glow of the lampposts was just on the edge of the darkened sky. The breeze was cold yet strangely warm. The music was in tune with the celebration, and everywhere you looked, it was elegant, more so than anyone had ever imagined. The vast majority of those who usually settled for the first thing they found in their closets were now more than perfect; they caught everyone's attention, the epitome of beauty in their tailor-made dresses, illuminating the campus even more, which served as the backdrop for the dance.The tuxedos fit each of the guys more than perfectly. Their stances and the way they held their partners were in perfect harmony. Tonight was the dawn of a new day when, for once, the majority behaved themselves.In the hallway, Pelinieve struggled with his tie. His white hair was perfectly combed back, his tuxedo fitting him impeccably, but his expression... it was one of displeasure. He didn't want to be here, didn't want to come to this dance. He had no desire to
" Certain things happened around the vicinity of Rome centuries ago," Rebekah replied. "In that place, she stayed with Skalliet for many years... Consequently, when writers heard stories from there, and the name of a certain Melia Conkinova echoed even more... They decided to base everything that happened in her life, with her family, in that city. " And her father? They say he was the owner and practically the king of that place. " Rome, so to speak, would be the creator's domain," Fox spoke. "Elijah, everything you've read, every distorted aspect of places, names... it all happened in the realm above. Never on Earth. " It can't be..." Elijah murmured almost inaudibly. "Are you telling me that Melia was never a terrestrial being? " That's right." In response to the answer, his mouth hung open in shock. Such a thought had never crossed his mind. He found it more credible that, being a terrestrial being, she simply did something very different to survive for so many years. But never
There was no explanation; no one could provide one, and they all swore by everything. Who could have organized the ancient party in such a short time? Most people wondered, including the entire leadership group. Several days had passed, and they thought that there wasn't enough time to organize the party so quickly. Helena had been tasked with distributing the flyers at the director's request. Unlike the others, she had an approximate idea of who could have organized the party, her own party. The classrooms were filled with students in a brief commotion; there would be no classes today as everyone was at the school to help with various tasks. The purpose of the ancient party, celebrating a fictional character, would come sooner than expected.Tonight, it would begin in the early hours.The director entered the classroom where student Chantai was. He greeted the language teacher and stood before the students."I don't know who to thank for organizing such a perfect party that will take