Sloane had no tolerance whatsoever to wielders claiming they fell in love the first time they set their eyes to someone; though now that she’s staring at Kleint, she couldn’t help but swallow her own words. She had even shunned the thought of him being a cruel murderer at the back of her mind. All she ever wanted at the moment was to cup his pale cheeks, to feel the almost flawless skin of his square-shaped face—excluding, of course, the short hair on his chin—and to lick the Adam’s apple on his sexy-looking neck. She didn’t even bother to look away even after Berry stared at her with furrowed brows.
There’s not a man he revered in this entire universe, at least she’s sure of that before. Even Jake who courted here didn’t come close to the perfection of this man before her. He was the replica of the man of her dreams, the man who hunted her wet night, and the man whom she had long waited for eternity. There’s no way the naughty mess of the purple strand of his hair and the w
“You said the child was chained in her psyche plane, right?” said Luis, sitting rigidly at the bunk of stone, lost in the spiral of his thoughts. Kleint nodded as he stared at Z. He was still slumped on the ground, trying to steady his breathing. He must be rusty, to have drained himself with just one technique. Well, he had already amassed massive energy to buy Z and her comrades some time to run away; even so, he needed a new set of training to make up with the years he was unconscious. “What’s with a child being chained inside Z?” Granny walked toward them, her brows furrowed. “I never heard of such a phenomenon, though it might be a different case if it’s her soul. That still doesn’t explain why it’s encaged, but it’s more likely to be the case.” Sighing, Luis closed his eyes. “Whatever the case, we should prioritize the Gorche attached to her—” “We cannot do that.” Kleint shook his head, clenching his fist. “Gourche is a limiter placed upon
In every passing hour, Z’s thoughts played around her fate and the destiny of the people whose trust she owed. She wanted to never disappoint them, to be the wielder they wished her to be. What could she do, though? Everything she knew, everything she planned out was sabotaged now and then, and she could only think that the universe didn’t approve of it… or maybe it was her existence; either way, she’s starting to lose sight of what her goals truly were. “You know that’s not true,” said Kleint, sitting on her bed, caressing her cheeks. It’s been two days. The headmaster decided to erect another tent where Granny could take care of Z as they experimented on her. Their short-term aim was to open up an entry-point from the dimension covering her entire body, but it’s easier said than done. Every time Kleint tried to influence the dimension, both of them would start to weaken, their energy amassing between them and disappeared with a rather small explosion that Kle
The Mistress of Time was the sister of Goddess Selene that reined the fairytales of wielders. She was said to have wielded the universe, but she fell in love with one of Selene’s creations. Selene forbids her sister from ever touching Henmulga’s child, but she was ever-persistent, so much so that she ended up luring one wielder to the mortal world where she seduced him to sleep with her. It was not known whether they have had a child; however, what had been transcribed to the scriptures was the narrative of how she’s been cursed by defying fate. Selene, of course, didn’t want to hurt her sister, but it was in their nature to bestow divine punishment to those that seek defiance to the borders of what they called ‘morality’. But, the Mistress’ journey of repentance was a valuable story that stirred up morals, at least for most who believed in second chances. It was then that she became the queen of nighttime stories, the goddess who to love was drunk and became a sinner but re
The Gourche was a territory closer to oblivion. Because such an intricate technique was a double-edged sword, trying it had never been an option for most wielders. Not only did it require a massive amount of energy, but it also ate a lot of stamina. This type of sealing technique was rumored to be taught by the Mistress herself. It’s made to counter each of the prowesses of Selene’s children. While it was successful in suppressing the enemy’s might, it failed to protect the clan, for each time a seal was effectively used, a Sylvania ended up sacrificing a life. As the Mistress was the foundation of this technique, Luis believed her when she said that the answers could be found at her back or, in other words, hidden in Z’s memories. That was before he was soaked with sweats, though. Now that he was catching his breath, listening to the wild drum of his heart, he couldn’t help thinking otherwise. It’s been over an hour since thousands of balls of energy were taken insi
Tamaru’s abandonment of the Seirts flew off faster than they could build their own house. As the Seirts were a controversial family, Tamaru’s decision was subjected to scrutiny. While Tamaru was yet to make a statement, the Main Household made it clear to anyone who would listen that his oldest son was no more. Of course, knowing how much the two of them paired in mission, the wielders of Pasithea considered the two of them insuperable, but the truth was otherwise. Rumors spread like wildfire, too. Being a close aide to the Supreme Council, the Seirts created a handful of enemies. Not only were they the ones who put stop to chaos but they’re also the ones who hunt the ones who triggered it, which was why many wielders were just waiting for the right moment to put an end to the arrogance of this clan. A fluke Seirt was unheard of. Not one of them was weak. Not one of them ever tried to run off from the family. They were perfect citizens who were ever-present when ther
After Tamaru’s disappearance, his wife, Gemimaro, has to work twice as hard to sustain the needs of his son. It didn’t help that he was always sick, so she had no choice but to leave her shadow behind to tend for him. Working as an executive to the Council, she was always taunted and was pressed to the corner as to the queries of his husband’s whereabouts. She didn’t know what to tell them because she herself didn’t want to believe that Tamaru was gone; however, it’s been over a month since he came back from his mission. Even the Council themselves has no idea where he’s gone. Besides, if ever Tamaru was to take long for a certain mission, he would never forget to use his shadow as a messenger that would bring about the letter saying he’s okay. She didn’t believe an inch that he would abandon her, let alone her son, considering that Luis needed special care. Though she tried to look for him, she soon realized that she’d end up neglecting their son, so she decided for the wor
Luis grew up with the thought that his mother hated him. He thought that because he was frail, his mother chose not to indulge with him. She was always out for work, and he was not allowed to ever step outside of the house. Although Leonel was there to tell him otherwise, he wanted to feel his mother’s acknowledgment. He was five years old when he was able to walk, but he already has consciousness when he was four. He’d always cursed his lack of mobility, blaming it for his mother’s cold shrug. But even after he could move around, his mother showed no sign of gratefulness. She did pat him on the head once in a while, but she still spent her time working. “It’s for your own good, Luis,” Leonel would say, rubbing the back of Luis. “I tell you what, how about we train?” Even when he could walk, Luis seemed to have no luck in trying to wield his shadow. Leonel said that a shadow could only be summoned when the wielder had accumulated energy to control it. But the
Gemimaro did train Luis, though only for a day. Because she has work to do and she couldn’t just abandon her search for her husband, she left her shadow to overlook Luis’s training. Luis would try to argue that the result wouldn’t be the same when she’s not around, but he only ended up getting a beating for being “hard-headed.” For weeks on end, Gemimaro’s shadow tried to accomplish what the real one would have had she not went for her work. Luis never argued, for how could he do so when he couldn’t hear the shadow. All he could do was to follow instruction through complicated hand gestures and, if the Shadow’s in the mood, letters formed by its own flexible body. When Luis turned eight, he was able to sustain his shadow longer than an hour, and he was already getting the hang of it. Summoning a shadow alone required energy, but keeping the shadow’s presence required stamina; hence, Gemimaro’s shadow helped Luis enhanced those areas. Gemimaro took a day-off that day,