The Woman He LovedOthello was staring at the huge capital before him. Sitting on the ledge, while swinging his leg from side to side. Robynn comes towards him and hops on the same ledge to join him."Time really flies fast huh.' Robynn commented."Yeah." Othello nodded. "I wonder what's gonna happen to me from now on. I mean the King is planning to purge all the Night Hallows in this continent, right?""Yeah. That's what he told me. But that is if I told him how to. As of now, I haven't really told him anything but the poison.""Poison. Oh yeah, where did you get it?"Asty walked from behind them holding a tray of cookies that was made for them by a kind maid."Poison?"Othello and Robynn looked at each other before gesturing for Asty to come near them. "Yeah. Give us."She hands them the tray and walks near the ledge to join their conversation. "What about the poison. Is that the poison that the King mentioned?"
It a bright sunny day outside when a young man dressed in blue and green robe was sweeping the fallen and dried leaves of the front yard. Beside him were two other sunchildren like him, who were invited to stay and hone their skill in combat fighting- with their mentors being a snake woman and a strict owl.Under the scorching heat of the sun, the sweepers pouted in irritation.“This is why you shouldn’t have entered the library without his permission, Len!”The girl who was sweeping attempts to hit the complainant with her broom. “You were the one who told me that the research books are there!”“I meant the other library! The one made for us, scholars!”The girl stomped her feet in frustration. These three were being punished because of one certain thing. A groupmate of theirs has entered the Lord Chaol’s personal archives.“Sorry we dragged you along with this,
Robynn, Asthenosthene, and Vaughn stared at the three swords before them. Othello stared at Asty with a heavy heart knowing he, too, was nearing his end. In his veins, Chaol’s blood surged, and therefore, if he falls to close his eyes, then so will he.“W-What are these for..?” Asty looked at Vaughn who was beside her. “W-Why are these swords in front of us? What are we going to do with it..?”Vaugh took a deep breath and took the sword. He carefully places his arm near it and slashes his skin. A bright, red liquid flowed through the blade, slowly making it turn into a shade of rouge.“V-Vaughn? What are you doing..?”“This will hurt a bit,” he told her and gently took her arm. “Close your eyes and tell me if it hurts too much.”Vaughn slowly pricks her finger with a needle. Asty didn’t feel anything as her blood dripped to the floor. He takes her fing
"I love you, Chaol." she pressed her lips against his forehead. He gazed at her but he couldn't find any light and mercy from her bright tangerine eyes. "And farewell."The woman's words were strikingly painful and difficult to hear. Before, she would always run to him and shower him with hugs and kisses.But he never thought that the day would come that she will raise her sword against him and take his life instead.Chaol had never once understood the feeling of dying. He had never experienced it. From the souls that he would comfort, they would always tell them how painful it was or how joyful it was for them to die.It depended.And now that today, he was fated to get the gist of what truly death felt like, he didn't think that his soul would be this terrified of closing his eyes to see nothing but the darkness of the empty void.Years ago he wanted to die. He wanted to finally close his eyes and rest, but then, she came.Suddenly,
There was that haunting echo in the air, followed by the deafening silence.Everyone stared at the platform with their eyes wide open as the woman in a maid dress screamed her knowledge in the wind.Asty slowly opened her eyes only to find Chaol starting at her wide-eyed, vexed of what Lana had revealed. The sword was directly beside his neck, pierced a little bit on his skin, drawing blood. Robynn, Vaughn Garland along with the other officials stared still, looking at them with disbelief in their eyes."It wasn't Chaol, Asty!" Lana continued to implore her. "It was—"Suddenly, there was a long chain of howl in the wind. The atmosphere changed and the wind became colder."Wolves?" the people whispered at each other. "But we are at the center of the town!"Asty turned around, lowered her sword, and listened to her surroundings. She can still remember the synchronization of
It all made sense why the man was so similar to Chaol now. His movements, his choice of words, his laugh, his traits. Everything about him resembled Chaol and only a fool could deny it.“Tenth moonchild. What is he trying to say, milord?” Lana asked him, completely bamboozled. “I… don’t understand. I’ve seen this man many times inside the castle for the span of many years that I have served you, and yet deep inside me, I know he wasn’t you. What is this feeling that I’m having..?”“He is what he had said.” Chaol answered. “He is me and I am him. He is the last persona of the previous moonchild that I am.”Chaol lowered his head. “My… tenth self.”Asty’s throat became dry. She reached for Chaol’s hands but they were cold and shaking. “C-Chaol…”“I cannot remember of who I was back then
The air became colder and the howling of the Silverhounds became more haunting. Their huge, sharp fangs were much longer than the normal mountain wolves. Their huge, scraping claws that never fail to allow them to climb in trees and grappled onto their prey. Their silver-hued eyes that resembled the bright, gray moon.They were the pioneering predators that have always been on the top of the food chain.But they won't back down. With their torches, shovels, and rakes, the people stood with the burning passion to protect their territory, and they won't hesitate to show what they are made up of, if the wolves advance any further.Polo shrugged his shoulder and sighed. “I guess we would really have to do it in the hard way, huh.”His sadistic, blue eyes glowed sinisterly as his lips formed a grin. “Well then if you insist on protecting this place too much, then I'll just destroy
The wind continued to how and the explosions were heard from almost every corner. All the villagers had been evacuated to a place where the silverhounds won't get to them. Still carrying their rakes, shovels, and lances, they tried to fend themselves off the silverhound that tried to reach them from the water. They were all mixed. Soldiers, maids, villagers. But they were not as many as the minutes before all these chaos happened. Some of them have perished from being crushed by the rocks and debris of construction materials. Some of them were eaten by the silverhounds. Some of them were impaled by Polo's ice glacier magic. Everything was covered in blood, sweat, and night hallow dust. Most of the night hallows were killed by the silverhound and turned into dust. Asty could see all the violence before her eyes. This was the real world. The real world that they needed to protect. For so many weeks they saw that they were protecting it f
The bells rang from the distance. The woman with the bright orange hair stood behind the huge doors of the church. Her eyes were closed and a smile was evident on the woman's lips. Everything that she dreamed of was finally before her eyes. The moment had finally come. She opened her eyes and the doors finally parted ways. Her eyes fell to the long golden aisle that she so dreamt of walking one day. Beside it, on the benches, for all the people she loved and cared for. She felt her heart start pounding and racing faster and faster, when her bright persimmon orbs reached the center of the long corridor. There he stood, the love of her life, the apple of her eye, the man who taught her how to love. He had a smirk on his face and she just wanted to get over with that aisle wipe that smug grin off his face with a kiss. The music started. The harmonious synchronization of chorale brought everyone to their tears. Her mother who was standing also, in the aisle— staring at her beautif
Asty was walking around the palace when she noticed something strange everywhere. The maids seem to be avoiding her and she did not seem to see a single sentry guarding the gates.Everyone seems to be very busy and every time she would greet them they would only turn away."That's odd." she told herself. "They don't really act like this to me before."She walked around and around and even brought herself into the garden. But there was not a single person around.What was going on, she thought.She couldn't even find her friends anywhere in the Palace. She had woken up with absolutely nothing but the chirping of birds. She looked around to see if there was someone she can talk to.Yvonne wasn't there, Chaol wasn't there. Even her brother was not there."Where could they all have gone to?"She noticed that the maids were stealing glances at her. She would look at them and wave but then they would only avoid her gaze. A little bit
After being able to speak with her mother, Asty led the group to a path in the woods that led to a field of dandelions.They looked around and saw how beautiful it was. The sun was before them, and they could feel it burning through their skin, but even so— their eyes were fixed on the blanket of flowers that seemed to flow against the wind."This is so beautiful." Lana commented.Asty smiled at her. "This is where my mistress is buried.""Why isn't she buried in a proper grave?""That is because this is what she requested. That is a part of her will to be buried under the field of dandelions, chrysanthemums, and daisies. She wanted to face the sun and the skies. She wanted to look at the blanket of stars as she rested. That is what she imagined."They smiled at her and walked towards the field."I think it is better if we leave you be." Chaol told Asty, Yvonne, and Robynn. "I think you guys need more of an alone time with this,
Asty and the others were sent in a carriage that was intended to traverse them into the village of Erana. Asty watched as the sea of trees ran across her vision. She stared at it for a long amount of time before wondering something in her head.Chaol reached out to her head and made it rest on his shoulders."Is something troubling you?" he asked her."No nothing at all." She told him. "I was just wondering a few things.""Like what?""They are not very pleasant things." She told him and smiled. "It's best if I keep it to myself.""You can always tell me about it. I won't mind." Chaol smiled at her. "Is it because of the battle?""Yeah." she nodded. "Polo was... in pain. I didn't know that he had to go through all that that's why he became the way he was. He went after so many painful things in his life that I cannot even imagine happening to me.""You saw his memories?""I did." she nodded at him. "They were not very go
TWO WEEKS AFTER THE ECLIPSE WAREverything was starting to get better and better. The castle was finally starting to have its exterior and interior repair. It was not an easy path for them to take. The villagers that survived the war still had fear lingering inside their hearts. But nevertheless, even if there were fear and there was uncertainty, villagers continued to place their trust in the king. The king provided them with all the construction materials that they will be able to use to fix their houses that were crushed and broken during the war. While the villagers were singing their songs as they hammered their walls, a man came and frantically told them about the good news."Everyone, everyone! King is holding a celebration in the square! We must all go and watch it! Everyone's heroes will be displayed! And the parents of those who had lost their lives will be given compensation and medals for the achievement of their
Asty walked within the flames of the ground as she approached the lifeless corpse of her beloved. she clenched her fists upon seeing his torn body and closed her eyes as the tears streamed down from her face. There is no greater pain in the world than to lose someone you love.It is a pain that will be permanent inside your heart and will linger around for so many years. And she was not sure if she was prepared for that. Everything was so sudden, so fast, so abrupt. Did not know what to do or what to expect. The betrayal, the revelations, and then suddenly turning back the tables to prove that the ones she thought were the criminals were actually the innocent ones.She crouched on the ground and reached out to his cold body. What else can she expect? He is gone and he will never come back to her. The eclipse was an unfair event. The people viewed it as equal, but to her, it was only another cruel event.
"Please pull the lever, Polo!""I got it!"It was another day for the folks to work. Polo, who was now one of the known people in their village, was helping them with the fences against the wolves."Is that all for today?" the builders asked one another."Yeah I think so." he then looked at Polo. "Good work today, boy. Your wife must be so happy to have you around."A blush escaped from the male's cheek. He scratched the back of his nape while looking at them. "S-She isn't my wife, yet.""So when are you, lovebirds, planning the wedding?" one of them nudged his arm.Polo chuckled hesitantly, feeling pressured at their constant teasing. "We planned to do the ceremony on the fourth." he told them. "You guys are invited, of course.""That's what we'd like to hear!"They all gave Polo a smack in the back, a customary thing for them to do to and express their encouragement to their buddies.Minutes later, a familiar vo
Have you walked in the same path for so many years again and again?Have you ever wondered how tiring and exhausting it was to see the same things on your line of vision?Have you ever wondered if you'll ever be able to finally get a chance for a change?For the tenth moonchild, yes.Unable to find his true purpose of life, he found a vessel of his own and walked the lands of the earth for eons. He crossed seas and loitered in land, to find his very reason of living.It was unusual, for he could not find it.He would lift his head to the stars and ask the skies above if they could give him an answer of who he was, but his plight were mostly ignored. He was troubled.He did not know who he is.There he was, in the middle of a snowy mountain, surrounded by wolves and white-colored bears. The creatures did not pounce o
His soft flesh made way for the blade to sink inside.The tenth moonchild screamed in agony as he felt that searing pain as Asty's blood mixed with his and felt that burning sensation of the area, started to fizz.The laceration she had inflicted on him was deep. Polo crashed into the ground, as Asty's hands were still fully attached to the hilt of her sword. She looked at him with a cold expression and whispered against his ear, showing no ruth."It's over—"She was not able to finish her words. All of a sudden, Asty's head started to hurt.'Ah...' she winced inside her head. 'What is going on?'The woman's head felt like she was being drilled. She attempts to remove her hand from the hilt of her sword, but it wouldn't budge. She started at the glowing blade that was pierced onto his spine.In that brief moment, it felt like everything around