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Tyron went back to the park and found the trail of magic Sandra had left. He followed the trail for a while and finally found himself in front of an inn. Entering it, he was greeted by the sight of a woman admiring gold coins splattered on her desk."Good day miss," he greeted, causing the woman to immediately gather all her coins to hide them. She looked up at him and he gave her his most charming smile."O-Oh good day." She stuttered, placing the coins slowly in a pouch. Seeing that, Tyron raised his eyebrows, surprise etched on his features. Apparently, Sandra had been generous."May I help you?" She said, getting to her feet."Yes. I am looking for a woman. She lodged in here a few hours ago."The woman looked at him, confused."You know, tall, brooding.""Oh!" The woman answered, smiling brightly. "Are you related to her?"Tyron nodded his head. "Yes, I am. I would love to see her please.""No problem then." She said, moving away from her table. "Please wait a moment while I go te
Days passed since Sandra came to the Dras realm. Tyron had not paid her a single visit since then, causing her anger to slowly rise. After the day he first visited her, she waited for his arrival in the following days, but all to no avail. Days passed, and her hope dwindled even more. She had hoped that he would come at least once to see her, but after a week of waiting, he paid no visit, neither did he send any message. She felt betrayed; how could he treat her like this? All she wanted was to help him find the Abomination, and yet, he treats her as if she wasn't important.Angrily, she dressed up and walked out, heading in search of Tyron.The innkeeper saw Sandra once she reached the entrance and quickly stood up, a large grin etched on her face."Good day ma'am." she greeted. "Hope you had a good night?"Sandra snorted and left the inn without another word.She had been holed up in her room ever since she came, so she didn't have an idea of what route she had to take to find Tyron.
Tyron looked around the majestic house. Thanks to Elijah, he had found a way to sneak into Raul’s abode. The past days, he had been studying the said man and Tyron kept finding him suspicious. His activities were very secretive, and apart from going to his workplace and heading back home, there was no other movement made by him. He had asked Elijah about it, and the latter mentioned that he had never been on the premises of Raul’s house. He only knew where the place was but had never had the opportunity to enter it. He suspected that Raul’s parents may not like him inviting strangers into his home, so he didn’t press. Tyron studied the outer décor of the house. Everything was painted black and grey. There were no plants or shrubs, just plain hard concrete floors. There were also statues of some strange beings that spiked his curiosity. One was of a body without form, and it had holes for eyes. Another looked like a normal human but had no facial features, which was even eerier lookin
Weeks passed since the day Tyron snuck into Raul’s house. He had never returned since then. Instead, what he had been doing was paying extravagant visits to Gwen in her office. He visits her office every day with gifts, ranging from flowers to jewelry and other things women in the Dras realm liked. Since Raul had banned him from entering his studio, he always made a huge show at its entrance in an attempt to rile Raul up. Poor Gwendolyn was embarrassed, but seemed to enjoy the effort he was making in an attempt to woo her. He used the opportunity to take her out on dates whenever she had free time, and he began to notice that her free time became less and less each time he came. Apparently, Raul gives her piles of work to carry out in order to prevent her from seeing him. He felt bad for using Gwen, but at least his plans were working. He took Gwen to a play that took place in the middle of her town. It was something she said she always looked forward to seeing, but for some reason
Raul frowned, his face getting red with anger. Before he could say anything else, Gwen quickly grabbed Tyron's arms and began to walk away."Goodbye, sir." She said to Raul as she left. They both walked out of the theater in silence, Tyron grinning inwardly and Gwendolyn utterly confused. it wasn't u til they had boarded their carriage and had gone a few miles away from the Theater that Gwen finally asked."Did you have anything to do with Raul's house being robbed?""Please, don't tell me you actually believe him." Tyron said, rolling his eyes."But it's strange though, isn't it? Who else in the whole realm has the level of power that you have?""Dear Gwen," Tyron grinned, leaning forward to touch her chin. "You would be surprised by the number of powerful people that resides in your realm." He then leaned back and sighed. "Besides, I am more surprised that he suspects me of having powers.""Well, who wouldn't?" Gwen asked, looking at him curiously. "You are basically a stranger here
Gwen was at home, working on a new song for her workplace. Raul had hired several artists that he could train, but they all lacked the skill of songwriting. So he left her the job of creating songs for them.She was seated by her couch, on the floor, hitting the tip of her charcoal pencil on the note she was writing. Deep in her thoughts, she didn't notice the presence of her mother when she came into the living room."Honey," her mother said, and Gwendolyn quickly glanced at her. "Are you okay?" her mother asked, walking over. "Yeah," Gwendolyn, replied, sitting up straight. "I am fine, I guess." Her mother sat down on the couch opposite her. "Something bothers you. I can see it.""It's no big deal.""Spill. What is it?"Gwendolyn glanced at her mother. "Aren't you supposed to be at your bakery?""I decided to take a break today." Her mother replied, fanning her hair. "I am a little stressed lately, and I thought that I should rest." Her mother stared at her face."You, on the othe
Gwendolyn arrived back from work looking extremely tired. She knocked on the door of her house, softly massaging her neck as she waited for her mother to get the door open. Her mother had taking another leave that day, and so would be in the house. A few minutes later, her mother opened the door. “Good evening.” Gwen greeted, making her way inside. “What took you long to open the door?” She walked to the couch set and collapsed on it, throwing her bag on the ground. When her mother didn’t say anything, she glanced at her. “Mum?” Her mother had closed the entrance door, but she still stood next to it, lost in her thoughts. “Mom.” Gwen called again, startling her mother out of her dream. She quickly looked at her daughter, her eyes glazed. “Yes dear? What is it?” Gwen sat up slowly, concern etched on her face. “Is something wrong?” “No,” her mother said, forcing a laugh as she waved her hands. “Nothing is wrong. Don’t worry about it.” “Don’t bother lying to me, mother.” Gwendol
Tyron looked at Gwen as they both walked down the street where her work studio was situated. She looked lost in thought, and Tyron was a bit concerned about it. He had never seen her that way."Is anything wrong?" He asked.Gwen sighed and looked up at the sky. "Do you remember when I told you about my father? If I had thought there was no way he could get even worse, I was proven wrong.""Tyron frowned. "What happened?"The street was silent as they both walked slowly. They had both worn huge coats that would protect them from the chilly breeze of the Dras weather. "My father wants me to stay with him.""Why is that?""Because he needs an heir."Tyron frowned further. "I thought you said he wasn't bothered about that?""Apparently I was wrong. He has so many enemies that would take advantage of that fact. So he wants me to act as his heir till his wife gives him a child. Even if she didn't, he would find a way to rule through me till his death.""Wow. That's shocking." He kicked a li
The piercing scream of Luther's wife filled the air, but no one paid any attention to her. All their attention laid on Gwen, the woman who had just rescued them from the millennial reign of a mad man."What are you doing?" Tyron boomed out of nowhere. "Bow to your new leader!"Gwen turned to look at him, frowning. "What are you doing?" She whispered. "You killed the Supreme Lord of the Enu realm. You are now the new supreme lord." He said simply, shrugging.She frowned, and just as she was about to say something, Luther's wife boomed."You can't be the new leader. Not when my sons are still alive.""Your sons are barely alive," Tyron said, snickering. "Weren't you listening while I was talking? He—" he said, pointing to Luther's corpse. "Used their blood to improve his youth. Whatever he did wasn't working for him anymore, and so he turned to his own blood. Haven't you noticed something wrong with your children? Yourself even?""No!" She exclaimed, shaking her head vigorously. "You'
Gwen stepped back a bit, staring at Luther in shock."No," She whispered. Slowly, luther turned fully around, a disappointed look on his face. "This was a special day for us, why did you have to destroy it?"She swallowed, trying hard to be bold. "As I said earlier, I'd rather die than be married to you.""But I can't let that happen. And because if this foolish mistake of yours, your friends will suffer immensely."Immediately, Gwen summoned dark flames, her stance in attack mode. " I will fight you with everything I have."Luther sighed, then raised his fingers towards her. But nothing happened. Frowning, luther stared at his hands, abs Gwen stared st him, wondering what was happening. Immediately he swivels around, trying to hide himself from her, but it was too late. She already knew what happened. Her attack had worked after all. Not just in the way she expected. "You can't use your powers," she said staring at his back. "Can you?"Angrily he turned back to her, his face eer
Gwen and Luther finally reached the throne. Though the woman didn’t say anything, Gwen could still much feel the scorching stare of Luther’s wife on her back. She gulped, trying to calm her nerves down. By the time she was done with her plan, anger might be the last thing the woman would feel. “I hold the supreme power in this land.” Luther began. “Therefore, it is only right that i officiate a powerful wedding such as this. You are lucky,” he said, this time whispering to her. “I never did this for my first wedding.” She gritted her teeth, imagining ways by which she could kill him. She didn’t want to marry him. It was the last thing on her mind. The plan she had imagined only required them to go so far, but she never knew that they would wed in front of everyone. If she wanted to defeat this man, she had to do so immediately, and fast. Luther turned around, urging Gwen to do the same. He ran his hand gently across her back, causing cold shivers to crawl up her skin. “People of th
An hour passed. The maids were done. They left the room a few minutes ago to report to the man who had hired them.Gwen stared at herself in the mirror, feeling a bit weird for he vision looking back at her.She was beautiful, no doubt, but the image wasn't what caught her attention. It was the dim light that shone from her eyes.She knew the action she was about to take. Should she fail, that would spell a fate worse than death for her. "Gwen," Sheryl said, coming up from behind her.""I am fine." Gwen answered, sighing. She looked at Tyron through the mirror. He stood at the far corner of the room, his face etched deeply in a frown, with a thick air of misery surrounding him."This is what I have to do. The fate of the realms depends on it," she said.Tyron sighed, then furiously dragged his hands through his hair."I understand, of course I understand. But why does it have to be you?"Gwen frowned slightly, cocking her head. "What do you mean?""I do not want you anywhere near that
"How many times will I tell you to stop playing with your life?" Luther asked coldly, causing Gwen to grin."Wow, if I never knew how much I meant yo you before, I do now. It really does seem like inam your weakness."Luther sighed, dragging his hands through his hair. "I will let you all leave quietly, but that shouldn't mean you should take any drastic action.""Hey, Prince Luther, I have another request-""Do not push your luck." He boomed, staring coldly at Gwen. He then released a slow sigh. "Do not push your luck. I don't want to have to repeat my past mistakes. Understand?" He said with a forced grin.Gwen gulped, then glanced back at her friends and slowly let the shield down. She stayed in place, not moving an inch until Luther's guards parted for her. Slowly, they all began to walk to the entrance, and they quickly walked out of it when they reached, not bothering to pause for the supreme Lord."Gwen, what are you doing?" Sheryl asked when they had gone far from Luther."I'm
They had just rounded off their meeting when the supreme lord suddenly appeared in the garden."Well, well. Why am I not surprised?" He said, walking in. Behind him were several fully armed guards, their presence ominous.Gwen and her friends moved a step back, with Gwen standing in front of them in a protective manner.Luther chuckled. "What do you think you're doing?""I wouldn't let you harm my friends." Gwen said defensively. Luther sighed, shaking his head. "You should have thought of that before you escaped.""Why are you acting like you didn't know when I left that room. You planned all this, just to follow me.""You are smart. I have never doubted that." He said, and Gwen grimaced."Fine then." He clapped his hands. "There is only one thing to do if you want your friends to be safe."Gwen's frown deepened. "And what is that?""Marry me."She chuckled. "It's like you have forgotten what I said. I would rather die than get married to you.""Well this time you'd have no choice.
Geen looked at them, her eyes flooding with relief. "You are okay!" She exclaimed, almost jumping in happiness. "Oh thank heavens.""What are you doing here? How were you able to escape?" Tyron said, dragging his gaze over her."Yeah," Sheryl added. "We thought you'd be held by the supreme lord.""I was." Geen answered. "But I was able to escape."At that, Tyron's frown deepened. "Something's very wrong." He pointed out. "Quick, cast a protection spell over us."Gwen frowned. "How do I do that?" "I don't know. Make it seem like we are in the Zruch realm or something."Gwen understood immediately what he meant. Hester and Marc had once mentioned that it's Impossible for people to be tracked once they were in the realm. She sighed, pinched her already injured arm to draw out blood, and whispered a spell while waving her hands around them. A dark cloudy smoke appeared and covered them, then suddenly disappeared."Good." Tyron said, sighing in relief. "Now let's get out of here."Gwen no
Gwen stared at him in shock. “You are lying.” “I might be many things, my dear, but I will never lie to you.” he sat by the edge of her bed. “I sent him on a mission to bring the Abomination to me. That was what he was doing at first, but his plans changed when he realized you were the Abomination. I don’t blame him though. I would have done the same myself.” Gwen touched a hand to her chest, hyperventilating. He was lying. He had to be. Tyron wasn’t the type who would play her like that. But the more she thought about it, the more the idea seemed plausible. He had never mentioned who his father was, only that he was part of the elite in this realm. He had also said that his father sent him in search for something, which he later claimed to be the abomination. According to him, his “father” was determined to work with the abomination in order to bring down the supreme lord of the Enu realm. “Are you angry?” he asked with a mocking smile. “Do you feel betrayed?” Gwen swallowed, fol
Gwen couldn't sleep.She laid awake all night, afraid that Luther would enter her room. She wasn't stupid to think that just because she had locked the door, it totally prevented him from entering her room. Especially after the display he showcased the previous day. She doubted that the barrier she put around her door could stop him if he so wishes.She was brought food by maids the previous night, but she couldn't eat. For some strange reason, the maids gave off doll-like gestures, almost like they were being controlled like puppets. She wouldn't put it past Luther to actually do that. She had to up her game, and think fast. Her first plan had proven futile, which meant she had to use her second plan—her wits.It was something she detested doing because to achieve her goal, she would have to act like she had no problem being close to Luther which she absolutely did. It was morning. The sunlight seeped through her room from the half-closed windows, pouring over her bedsheets.Quickly