“Accashia.” The woman sobbed. “My daughter.” Accashia knows that her mother is dead. A month had passed since then, and yet here she was, sitting in front of her. Alive and breathing. It was such a strange thing. And Accashia knows that this was all a lie. Deceptive. A snake in Eden. An illusion. Lies. And yet, there’s a warmth that fizzles on her heart when she sees her mother, Ember. She knows it’s not true. She knows her mother is dead. She senses it in the wild, wild soul. It’s a trap. The soul was erratic, and it was stained, for it was no longer in a beautiful shade of light blue or white. She thinks of this as nothing more than the most irrational thing. Perhaps it is, this is, most of all, that makes it so painfully easy to suspend belief. The belief that her mother is truly gone, for there she really was. But there are times when Accashia wished that it was not true. Accashia’s lips trembled and the long sword slipped from her fingers. “Mother…” She whispered. “Mama.” Aga
The young lady trailed back to the hollow cave where she left Calleb and Luntian while they were asleep. The sun was slowly rising, and the dawn of a new day shines upon her once more. And yet, the warmth of the sun polars her cold, cold heart. Her shoulders were slumped as she walked, dragging her feet with every step that she took. Her eyes were cast down and her ginger hair was disheveled. She counted in her head, trying to calm herself, trying to recollect what had happened to her the whole night that was more like a nightmare. The only thing is, she was wide awake and it indeed happened. Her precious mother soul was imprisoned by a maniacal Witch. And the price — the exchange for the soul’s freedom is beyond her imagination. Calleb’s death. Her breathing was labored from the fatigue of fighting from the emotional and physical battle. Every step that she took felt like she was walking on quicksand. By the time that she saw the cave, she noticed that Luntian and Calleb were stil
They’re holding hands as they walk on the side of the sparkling river. It's 7:15 in the evening and the moon and the stars in the night sky render beautiful sparks against the river. The calm and clear water of the river, the riverbed of beautiful and smooth rocks, and a small shade under the a humongous eklitel tree. Everything that is within the line of sight can be described as beautiful. By the time Accashia had woken up, the young lady acted as if nothing happened. She dismissed everything by saying that all of it was a nightmare, and she was sleepwalking. For a part of her couldn’t tell Calleb the truth. “Are you sure that you don’t want to tell me?” Calleb asked as both of them stared at the river. Accashia simply hummed and said, “Yes.” And then both of them chose to remain silent. The two of them chose to fall in love with their surroundings instead. The original plan for tonight was for the two of them to strengthen their bond. But the plan was thrown off, but Calleb didn
The two of them were staring at each other’s eyes as Luntian called for the Spirit of the Phoenix to summon the Cave. It was time. And Accashia knew what had to be done during the half moon. They needed to copulate, strengthen the bond. And as the moon shined down on Calleb’s long silver hair turned black, slowly as the beast inside him was put to sleep. The Cave appeared when the Phoenix flapped its wings around, the ground shaking as the Cave closed in on them, turning the surrounding dark. They took off their clothes, the garments falling on the ground one by one. Even against the dark, Accashia could feel Calleb’s intense gaze on her bare body. “Do you trust me?” He said. And the young lady nodded her head and said, “Yes.” And yet, in her heart, agreeing to lay with Calleb that night gave her immense discomfort and pain. It was painful. And Accashia had to bite her lip to hold back any sounds that might betray her, her eyes squeezed shut as Calleb pulled her close and kissed he
The shift. He’d been expecting it, but still Calleb’s stomach twisted and his head clouded, vision gray, for a moment. The shift from his wolf sleeping then waking up from its slumber left the unnatural feeling of something crawling on his inside. As if something was clawing him from the inside out. If he had been standing, the brief moment of instability would have toppled him over. He was hiding behind one of the humongous Eklitel trees in the Eastern Forest. He was used to suffering alone, which is why when a shadow appeared in front of him, Calleb pulled himself together and warned, “Don’t come any closer!” He was obviously pissed. The young man ‘s back was leaning against the tree, beads of sweat in his forehead and his breathing was labored. Luntian highly doubted that he could do her any harm, but still… “Calleb, calm down.” “I am calm!” He screamed, completely opposite of the words that came out of his mouth. “I hate it when you tell me to calm down — because I am fucking c
Calleb curses his mate as he stares into Accashia’s grayish blue eyes. He begins to take a step closer to her. He balled his fist so hard that the sharp nails dig into his palm, blood dripping down from his fist. He’s too angry to feel the pain — to feel how much it hurts. He’s too upset to even notice anything more than the irritation and emotional hurt twisting at his heart. After the confession he made the other night, in Accashia’s eyes, he had always been a murderer. A killer and a bastard. “You wish you had never met me?” Calleb knows this already, knows it as a fact. But it still pains him, for the feelings that were building up inside him were real. The love he felt for Accashia, the adoration and the faith. He had hoped. He tried. He really did. And the young man sighed, not knowing what else to do with the surging of emotions inside of him. “Huh…” He wondered to himself as he shook his head. He could feel Accashia’s eyes on him. Her stare was laced with regret. “Calleb. I
The endless void was beginning to crumble. The otherworldly sight and beings were nothing but silhouettes and shadows and her vision was starting to play tricks on her. Everything was spinning. And it felt like her head was splitting in two. “I. Can’t… breathe…” Ember managed to speak up, her bony skeleton-like hand forcing its way up to her neck — wanting and needing to remove something that seemed to be blocking the air out of her lungs. Like a tightrope was mercilessly tied around her neck. She was sliding out of reality. The curves and angles begin to slip and slide out of alignment in defiance of all the laws of physics. Ember hears the Wicked Witch bark out a curse and words, even as everything begins to fade to gray. “Idiot!” Ursula cursed, mocking the mother. “How can you breathe when you’re dead?! I’m the one that breathed you to life from the dead — and yet you dare to defile me! IMBECILE!” They’re being dragged into a dark, depthless and endless vortex. Then a flash of
While Accashia wouldn’t call herself the sharpest tack in the box, she’s pretty sure that she’s not the stupidest either. More like in between, or damned close to it, and it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Luntian is trying to tell her something. It’s just that the old woman couldn’t put the right words to it. But then she heard the right words, and it almost rendered her breathless. “You mean we’re going to rescue my mother?!” Accashia cried in panic, she was grabbing onto Luntian’s sleeves tight. Her knuckles were turning white as she grabbed the thick cotton material. “Calm down.” Luntian replied as she stared at Accashia’s eyes. The young lady’s eyes were as cold as ice before. And now her beautiful eyes were sparkling in excitement. Her grayish blue orbs glistened. The warmth in Accahsia’s heart made Luntian smile. “When will we leave?” Accashia asked, and Luntian felt like the question was rhetorical. “I mean… I know where the castle is? Does Calleb know,