Hera had had to admit she’s confused with herself. The main reason she’s standing on this very ground was her resolve to unravel the secret of that body transfer. It seemed prudent that she was to use it. While fate had blessed her with an accursed life, it had, miraculously, bestowed a redemption, that which would give her the chance to experience grandeur or a living beyond what she already had.
And yet, she refused point-blank to associate herself with the Standouts League. She had managed to evade Sheels for a week—a feat she never thought possible—and she didn’t know until when she could keep this up. All she’s aware of was that authority would never suit her. She’s better on the backside, behind the curtain where no one would be any wiser to give her any attention.
If she’s lucky slipping from the hands of the League’s leader, the same couldn’t be said to Mr. Castro. As they had classes four times a week
When the morning of Friday bloomed in its entirety, Hera was to wake with the rich and bright rays of the sun peering from the window. It was lukewarm. Hera smiled as she clenched her fist on the ledge, looking down at the school. The trees were dancing with the morning breeze, watched by the blue horizon, cloudless, just as ecstatic and weightless as Hera’s heart. Despite the feast of nature, the rest of the school was still in their slumber, but the silence was more than enough for Hera. It was an orchestra that which her ears kept longing to hear. Forcing herself to look away, Hera turn the light on and sat down on the bed. Five books were propped open on it, the contents highlighted and annotated. Hera was reading them when she fell asleep yesterday. It was weird and natural at the same time, as though she was meant to be a bookworm from the very beginning.
“You are equally guilty when you don’t do something to the crime unfolding right before your eyes,” said Sheels irritably, sitting cross-legged on a spindle table just beside a circular table where the two other League sat, one of them detached from what’s happening and one of them eyeing Hera furtively. Hera kept her head down. She had suspected this nagging ever since she received the text and it didn’t give her satisfaction. Alright, she’s guilty about it, but they didn’t need to make it look as though she was the one who bullied Janna. Even if she tried to help, Shaine might end up beating her to a pulp as well. In a way, they should be grateful there’s only one victim. “Oy, are you listening?” Blinking, Hera stepped back. Sheels was waving her hand right in front of her, looking annoyed. Sh
Hera looked back at the school’s gate. It was becoming smaller and smaller as the limousine drove away. She didn’t know what she should feel. After months of being away from the orphanage, she had decided to pay it a visit. There’s an odd emptiness inside of her heart as she leaned back on the soft foam of the seats.She was once again alone in this wide of a car, Kioven driving her back. She had no idea how he did it, but when they traced their way back to the outskirt of the school boundary, there was no wall surrounding it but the gate itself.Kioven said she had two hours to spend in the orphanage, though in her case, it’s more likely to be just the half. The remaining time would be for visiting Astrodome. She wanted to try it there. Maybe she could find solace at the way the waves rage on its shore or at the chi
Hera had never felt more detached in the world than she was now. A part of her regretted ever deciding to visit the orphanage. Had she stayed in her dorm, she wouldn’t have dug the past she’s trying to bury. Another side of her was glad, though, glad that she met someone who shared the same pain, the same darkness within.Perhaps the chaos of her thought showed on her face because Kioven did not argue when she said she wanted to go to Astrodome. He didn’t even ask why she came back half an hour earlier than intended. He just understood that at that exact time, the last thing Hera wanted was to be questioned.The ringing silence in the car wound up in her ears, broken only by the car’s engine. She breathed heavily as she leaned on the window, closing her eyes as warms tears trickled down her cheeks. She wiped it harsh
Hera felt he had owed Kioven by crying on his shoulders. Not only was he right to say she’d feel much better if she would stop taking everything in, but he had also comforted her when no one else had. She knew she had splattered some words then, and she’d be a fool to deny it. Although she was glad Kioven’s not mentioning any of it when they see each other in their room or in the corridors, she was still doing everything she could to avoid having a single contact with him.For two weeks she crafted excuses whenever Kioven’s calling her and ran as far away in the opposite direction, either saying she has left something or else in need to take the comfort room. Kioven was no fool to not notice her gestures, and he had texted her to imply that he understood where she’s coming from, but if she wouldn’t talk to him, he wouldn’t know what to do with her, once again, failing performance. In fact, she had already taken detention for three nig
There was something about the midterm that pressured Hera so much. She had learned to call it the ‘Kicked Out Midterm’because everything just seemed to hang on its thread. She knew she only had what it takes to receive a bottom mark and the orphanage would be her home again. It’d be the last thing she wanted, especially now that she already knew she had the greatest of potential to be a natural full-fledged Anomalous. It was exactly for this reason that Hera was to be found sitting on her study table all night long, highlighting some notes despite the stinging of her eyes. In truth, she had never studied all her life. This would be the first time. She’s already breaking the limit. Any moment now, she’d be exploding with all the things she has forced inside of her head. She only gets by the thought that
On the day of the exam, Psyche Sect was to wake with the sky drawn by dampened clouds, the horizon a dirty-white with occasional streaks of light illuminating its scope, looking like that of a child ready to whine any minute or two.It was to this that the school staff was to be found erecting a long tent in the Amphitheater, lining about ten armchairs in a row and ten in a column, each of them carrying a netbook, a sheaf of parchment, and a pen. All the chairs were numbered, corresponding to the scheduled student to take the test on this day.Because everyone was to take the midterm in the Amphitheater, it would last for a week and a half. To consider the time and the subject the student would be tested on, every exam only had a thirty-minute interval. The examinees were expected to hold themselves to a higher standard, which means that 0n
For the next two days, Hera managed to keep herself on her toes, despite her despair and her stupidity now crashing over her, telling her she could not and would not pass over and over again. She was not meant to be there in the first place. It would have been a rare feat to even accomplish a passing score when all the time she’s studying, she was preoccupied with the thought that she couldn’t understand a thing while scanning and dreading the day her doom was to come. She almost always wished for the sun not to set whenever it hid in the mountain, exploding the horizon with gold and orange rays, the night slowly taking over as she grabbed her hair, throwing her book against the wall, and crying for not wanting to fail but not being able to study well enough.It didn’t help that students were exiting the Amphitheater with slumped shoulders and eyes swelling with tears. She didn&rsqu
Hera used to be a dark rose whose thorns prick anyone brave enough to draw closer. She spewed this kind of scent creeping the hell out of everyone within the radius and even went so far as to cover her face and keep her voice to herself just to annoy their shits.But the truth about it was rooted in her sense of mistrust toward humans. With everything that she’d gone through, her seclusion was such a thick defense mechanism keeping her from ever falling to the bait of insanity.Eyes were the window to the soul. It spoke of a language complex than the verbal dialogue, and so, it revealed everything the mouth couldn’t express. Likewise, the tone of her voice would bring out some emotions she was trying so much to keep hidden. This was to be the reason why she threw the curtains of her hair down her face and tolerate the rumor of her being mute.Even with the many layers erected around her, it didn’t stop the League and Kioven to penet
Hera couldn’t help but smile as she stared at the League. She understood now that she made the right call of trusting them. Whether or not the president was accurate to say none of them trusted her, it no longer mattered. They had their reasons why they have kept some things from her. She didn’t even need to hear it. All it took was the big curves on their lips despite their body cradled by wounds to assure her that, no matter what happens, they have each other’s back. When the president started throwing the ruble off him, Hera realized they wouldn’t get out of here unscathed anymore. The look on his face as he wiped off dirt out of Ivy’s body and the energy projecting around him like a wildfire ready to consume anyone near its radius was enough confirmatio
Never did it cross Hera’s mind that she’d be facing her sister once again, not especially in a situation where she was forced to choose whether or not to free her from her misery or save herself. The decision was made even before she could think about it. The president knew that and he was taking full advantage of it.Guilt weighed her enough for the past few days, years even; now that she had an option to lift the burden on her sister’s shoulder, she, of course, would not hesitate to prioritize her welfare even at the expense of her own. Of course, knowing the president, it would be naïve to think he would just let go of his slave even if Hera was to bargain herself, so either she thought fast of defeating him or die trying in t
All her life was a series of unfortunate events; almost always, it was a human who brought about the worst of it. She hated herself for what she was and for what freak she was slowly becoming. It wasn’t her idea to keep going back and forth in trusting people, but she couldn’t say she could go all out in doing so either, especially not when, every now and then, she turned out to be a witness of how ugly things could be once people put their mind on it.But haven’t she proved some had no potential of morphing into a monster she knew she feared? Or were they merely neglected in the back of her mind as her own prejudices filmed into the surface?
Elena stood looking up at the rosy hue across the now clearing sky, the golden fingers of the young sun piercing through the grayish clouds. She breathed heavily as a breeze ruffled the blonde lock of her hair. Closing her eyes, she clenched her fist on the hilt of her sword. It didn’t take her a long time to unsheathe and slash it in the air with such precision that she made a straight line. A yellow flash followed the trail of the track her sword had taken just as a big crack wounded the dimension.A smirk made its way to her lips when a sound of breaking china echoed and a glass-like dome fell like curtains on the ground to reveal the street where thousands of warriors were slain, lying helpless on the pool of their own blood. Wheeling around, she found Hera’s uncon
Hera had never thought the day would come she’d stand to face death with nothing but a dagger and her ability to boot. It seemed she simply made the wrong decision of picking this sharp, pointed knife, but if she had chosen a sword or any other weapon perhaps, would she have time to master them? In any case, compared to the woman now sprinting toward them, her eyes intent at Hera, malice and thrill apparent in its glint, her sword-wielding would probably be trivial.“Are we just going to stand here and wait?” whispered Yara, her voice breaking a little.Sheels breathed heavily. “We don
Style and Trust. Those were two of the many valuable things Hera had learned being with the League and were basically something she never would have cared about. Looking back, she was a rogue orphan, of whose being were even to darkness incomparable. There was too much she was containing inside her that her soul sort of just became evil. She isolated herself, push everyone who dared walk on the line of her boundary without much contemplation. She was afraid. It was a human that brought about her suffering, so why should the others be any different?And so, she lived most of her life always guarding her back in case someone tried to be sneaky and stab her from behind. She hated herself for what she was, but she had also learned that living in the past would n
When Hera woke up, it took her a moment to realize why she had opened her eyes. Hadn’t she already covered that she did die? Or was it just some kind of dream while she’s perfectly awake? One thing’s for sure, though. It was not Sheels’s memory. If it was, which she doubted, she should have remembered it. Besides, as far as the world was concerned, she was yet to venture into any forest, let alone be trapped in the middle of it. If she had only forgotten it, it should have struck a certain recollection. Since nothing made sense, then it could either be a premonition or a terrible nightmare.“You haven’t told her yet?”“That’s terrible, Sheels!”
“I won’t back down anymore. This time it’s different—I’m different. Take me as a trainee once again.”After walking out from the training and hyperventilating in front of Kioven, Hera trailed for how many days, weighing down chances, and thinking over everything that had transpired. She had never seen a single strand of the League, for she once again locked herself inside her dorm that was now fixed to the way it was before as though she had never destroyed it in the first place.“I confess myself disappointed, Hera,” started Sheels, sipping her cup of coffee, though