Several long curve lines were written all over my face in disbelief. If my partly curious and confused brain serves me right, Aiden and I were having an emotional conversation in my room regarding the book. Then there were these specks of dust and tornado that swallowed us both. I know it was some sort of magic, but I did not expect to appear in this hell of a place. So I rubbed my eyes, believing I am just imagining things. Still, I found myself in a dimly lit room, surrounded by stone walls and iron bars. The air felt stagnant, and the only sounds were the distant echoes of murmured conversations. I glanced around and realized I was in an old-fashioned holding cell. Panic gripped my heart as I realized my companion, Aiden, was not with me. The cell's occupants were an assortment of men and women, young and old. What struck me the most was their clothes. It was as if I had been transported back in time, for each person wore clothes that harked back to bygone eras
"That, my friend, is what I mean when I told you about the only way we could see the outside world." Luciana pointed a finger outside the holding cell. Four humongous half-naked men with six-pack abs were approaching in our direction. All of them were holding a rifle in their hands and walked in communion. Their faces were fucking serious as if smiling is not part of their daily lives. On top of that, their eyes were sharp, looking in our direction. And from the way I could sense it, they are not here to make friends with me. The dimly lit holding cell echoed with hushed whispers as Luciana and I leaned closer to each other, trying to make sense of the situation. Gazing through the iron bars, we observed the intimidating figures who had just appeared, their eyes scanning the prisoners with an eerie intensity. Curiosity brimming in my voice, I turned to Luciana and asked, "Who are they, Luciana? Where did they come from?" Luciana's lips barely moved as
"You mean, there was another holding cell apart from ours?" I asked her, my voice was filled with faith and hope. Luciana nodded her head without even looking at me. There was no hope in her face as far as I sense it. "There is. Every crime was locked up in different holding cells," she replied. "Ours belonged to those who they believed used or caught practicing dark magic. Those who believed werewolves have their own holding cells. The same us criminals." "Do you, by chance, use magic?" I finally asked her the question that has been bothering me since I joined their holding cell. "I mean, I do believe magic exists. That was what happened to me and my brother. We were simply arguing about something but then all of a sudden, I woke up in this place." Luciana suddenly heaved a profound sigh. Still, she did not move her face out of the sky. "I know nothing about magic, young man. Isn't it ironic that if I used magic, I kept myself locked up in that hell of a place? Of cou
"You can just leave me here, Ethan," Luciana said, her voice barely above a whisper. "The man was right, I might only slow you down." "I can't leave you getting killed in their hands, Luciana." I insisted. "We must see this kingdom to get changed about us, remember?" Luciana managed to break a smile at me. "I believe in you, Ethan. But I think you can achieve it with or without me. So, please, save yourself first. Find your brother." She tried to remove my hands away from her but my grip was stronger than she could imagine. I still have a few questions for her that need to be addressed. But in order to make that happen, I have to save her as well. I still want to meet her my brother. And I know it will happen in a matter of time. The man leaves with no choice but to lead us the way. We navigated the treacherous surroundings, our energy levels rapidly dwindling. My muscles screamed in protest, and my own movements became sluggish. However, determination pu
Hunter Grey's smile widened, revealing a hint of mischief. "Ah, you mean the woman with you? She did not leave. Kenneth and she went somewhere to check if your brother is in our world. She considered it an emergency." Relief instantly washed over me, mingling with a tinge of disappointment at missing the chance to join them on the mission. "An emergency?" I clarified, my mind racing to fill in the blanks. What angered me the most was that they did not even wake me up since their mission is about my brother. How are they supposed to recognize my brother when none of them saw his face yet? Hunter nodded solemnly, his eyes glancing down for a moment before meeting mine again. "Yes, unfortunately. But rest assured, they will be back as soon as they can." His voice was filled with reassurance, dispelling any lingering traces of worry. Though my heart was still heavy, Hunter's presence brought a sense of calm and tranquility. His reassuring smile offered a silent promise
"It has something to do with the prophecy, Ethan," Hunter replied. "I thought you already read everything in the book." Traces of disappointment and regret were written all over Hunter's face while looking at me. He entrusted me with the last book yet because of my disappointments and regrets, I turned it into ashes. However, he told me himself that the last pages have something to do with the past and the prophecy. The last three pages were removed from the book without us knowing. "But, if you mentioned earlier that the last three pages were gone." he continued. I nodded. "Then who took them?" this time, Hunter furrowed shortly. "And if they took Penelope..." "It means that the witches don't have them," I replied. "That makes sense, They took Penelope, believing we have the missing pages." "Yes and no," Hunter said back. "What do you mean?" I furrowed. "You and Penelope played a crucial part in the prophecy, Ethan. Without the other one, the prophecy
"Yes," Hunter replied with conviction. "I am going to risk my life for that one person. Because our future depends on that one person that we are about to save." The tension in the open field was palpable as Hunter and I stood before the gathered villagers, desperation etched on our faces. The atmosphere was heavy with skepticism, doubt, and fear. We had one chance to convince them to help save my brother from a certain cruel execution in the king's ruthless kingdom. Hunter cleared his throat, his deep voice cutting through the silence. "People of this village," he continued, his words steady and determined. "We stand here today with a plea for your assistance, for the life of someone dear to us." Whispers circulated through the crowd, eyebrows raised and curious. The villagers knew of my brother's upcoming execution, their murmurs a testament to the gravity of the situation. Hunter continued, this time, his words resonating with the common folk, "We cannot l
The kingdom was a sight to behold. As I made my way through its winding streets, the layout was reminiscent of a grand chessboard. Immaculately paved roads branched out in all directions, leading to various parts of the kingdom. Lush gardens adorned the pathways, bursting with vibrant flowers in every color imaginable. Statues and fountains graced every corner, depicting historical figures and mythical creatures, bringing life to the kingdom's rich heritage. The main house stood at the heart of the kingdom, an impressive structure that exuded elegance and power. Its towering turrets reached towards the heavens, and its stained glass windows caught the light in a dazzling display of colors. Guarded by tall, imposing gates, the main house seemed impenetrable, a symbol of the monarchy's authority. As I hurried through the grand entrance, I found myself inside a vast atrium. Marble pillars lined the walls, lending an air of grandeur, while chandeliers hung from the c