(Serra's POV)The letter didn't contain why I couldn't remember living as Clairra. Written there were just details of who Clairra is, her responsibilities as a priestess and to take care of her husband-to-be. If I am really Clairra, why would I write that letter? Have I known that I would forget?"My priestess, is the temperature of the water just right?" Eyaren asked.I open my eyes and turned to her with a smile. "Yes, it is. I'm just really wondering why there have to be so many servants in this room when I can bathe myself." "I can make them leave, priestess.""Please do."Eyaren did as I instructed. Finally! Time for me to think. I still can't shake the fact that this seemed like a dream or an experiment. What if I was just saved to be fooled into thinking I'm in another universe? Scientists are crazy. The world has gone insane so it can be the answer.This isn't my only problem. I am going to get married soon to someone I don't recall ever meeting. Do I even love him? Maybe w
Once awoken, Serra abruptly sit up, wide awake while touching her neck with shaken hand. She feels alright, no pain or anything but she’s just scared. Was it a nightmare? She asked herself. “You’re awake,” a masculine voice said that made her look up. Her eyes immediately grew large to see the man who was draining her life in the nightmare. “It seems like your spell had worked on me.”Spell? What does he mean? Serra was left to stare at him with furrowed brows. Earlier she thought it would be the last pain but here she is ending up alive again. Strange enough, she don’t feel any pain in her body. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she stated. “Who are you anyway? What’s your deal with me?” He raised a brow, a smirk forming at the side of his mouth. Sera couldn’t help but feel alarmed by it but she could never shout. “You tricked me, Priestess. And now you’re acting like you don’t know who you’re betrothed to.” It took Serra a couple of moments to finally figure it out. Thi
Serra was told to rest by the demon that took her. It has never occurred to her until now that she doesn't know his name yet. She couldn't sleep knowing she is in an unfamiliar place again. Why don't I check the place? Tiptoeing to the door, she reaches for the handle. Her face lightened when she found the door unlocked. She sticks her head out, looks right, and then left. There was no guard at all so she opened the door wider and stepped outside. The only lights were from candles and she felt terrified. "Ha! This is nothing compared to my way home in that other world!" She muttered and bravely made her way to the hallway. As she goes on, she finds scratched paintings and most of them ruined, hanging for their existence. Some of it is even on the cold floor already and she swallows hard, thinking about the danger she might encounter. Not long enough she finds herself in front of a staircase. This seemed to be a ballroom with a roof made of glass in which the moonlight reaches the
"Zeirux is the name given to me," he answers and before she could ask any more questions, he snapped his fingers and he was gone in an instant."What the heck?" Serra gasped. She knew this world is full of magic but to see him disappear like that shocks her. "I can never escape him if he can teleport!"The very next day, Serra woke up later than Zierux had expected so he teleported in her room. He got worried that the damn human who tricked him would get an upset stomach for not getting her meal at the right time. But as soon as he sees her in a messed-up sleeping position, he knew he was overreacting."Does she always sleep like this?" he mumbled, frowning as he strides towards her bed. Zierux stared at the priestess he once trusted, his eyes blazed with hatred at her betrayal. He can't seem to shake what had happened between them. That very night, he let himself feel what humans called love and on that same night, that feeling was taken away. A soft groan snapped Zierux out of his
The sight of food had Serra drooling and she could not help herself but dig in. She didn't care about what these men thought of her until this new guy asked. "Has the priestess always behaved like this?" She chokes on it and coughs, reaching for a glass of water. "I hear the Priestess is scary but I see you're a joker," he added.How do I act? she asked herself. How the hell does a priestess act? Ah! Right! Royalties in movies! I'm sure they use more words and go around the bush!Serra clears her throat and fixed her posture before smiling at Narth. "My apologies. I could not stop myself from seeing the delicious meal prepared. I shall keep in mind the persona that you have in me."The trembling of her legs was quite obvious to Narsh and he smiled it away. "Forgive my calling you a joker," he apologized and she flashes a smile. "From today on I will be attending you on the sideline. If I may ask, how are you finding the maids?""I just met them," she answers. It would be useful if
"This is my town?" Serra asked in disbelief, looking at her surrounding. It was packed with people since it was the central market where people bargains for their goods or sell off their potions or whatever things they have. "Life here is so simple!" Like the rural areas in the other world, this is so like it. There are stalls everywhere. She wonders if the outskirts of the land are as lively as the central city. Since they didn't have much time to explore, they needed to teleport here. She could not complain because if the Demon King knows of their disappearance, it will be an earful."The streets are packed so I suggest you don't wander too far, sister." Serra looks back and opened her palm which Narth had stared at with a raised brow. "And what is that?" he asked."Hold my hand so we don't lose each other," she cheerfully answered."I shall not," he said. The warmth was dangerous but he dare not say. "It is not good that I hold the hand of my brother's bride.""Ridiculous!" She in
"Are you asking me out on a date?" Serra asked. Though she was unsure if it was what the Demon King wanted, she was sure he wanted to take her out."A d-date?" His face was messed up. "Yes! Like you taking me out to see my town and spending time with me is a date." "I've not heard of that but yes, it is what I am implying though it is not to spend time with you."Serra giggles. So men such as this demon have a soft side. She thought she'd be in trouble but it seems like they are pretty much getting along."Alright." She nods her head softly. "We didn't stay long earlier. Maybe it's more beautiful at night. Should I get changed?""No, human. You are to look like the townspeople. We don't want to stand out." Zierux moved his fingers inward, giving her a look. "Give me your hand, we're going to town."Serra knew that she would get the sick feeling of teleporting again but she really wanted to see what this world could offer her. So, she put her hand on his and while looking into his ey
"What do you mean, brother?" Narth asked with a frown. He doesn't quite understand his brother's plan. "The priestess is in her room!""You know well that she is far from the priestess who I adored," Zierux answered. He collapses on his couch and sighs deeply. "She could not recognize a Farasha and asked me instead if I know the lady."A Farasha is someone who resembles a butterfly, they can transform into one and they are highly capable of using powerful magic. Not everyone is blessed to be taught of their magic. As the priestess of the land and being one of a kind, Clairra is close to the Farashas teaching her their magic and how to summon a magical bow and arrows. "As I said, brother, you cannot bring back a dead soul. There's just no way to do that!""There is a way!" Zierux slammed his hands on the table. "I have spoken to Ammilya and she recommends the Sage of No Name. Clairra bargained her life and he should know how to get her back.""The mistress of evil, Ammilya?" Narth dis
Serra's POVTwo days. I've been roaming around my land for two days, sleeping in an inn with Mhel as my younger brother. I decided to leave the Farashas and learn more about my land. I have three more days at most to enjoy my freedom. I should make it count. "Mhel, are you coming with me to see that merchant? He said a new stock of elixir will arrive today. We better hurry!" I was done putting my cloak on but Mhel was still lazily laying in bed. "Alright, you stay here and I'll get those elixirs for you too."As I opened the door, Mhel stated, "Summon me when you're lost, my Priestess!"I rolled my eyes and chuckled, closing the door behind me. Breathing the air of the busy street of my land, a smile appeared on my lips. Everything seemed a little better now.The famous store was already filled with guards from the tower and nobles' servants. I don't need these elixirs but they come in handy sometimes. And so I waited in line to get inside.It took about forty five minutes just to s
Serra's POVI waited and waited for the old priest to show his self before me. As he appears from the doors, I plaster a smile to welcome him, his eyes wide like of his servants."Clairra," he called.No matter how much I recall there was nothing significant about him other than the pressure he put Clairra through, sending her happily to her death."Old priest, Heliu," I greeted. "I believe you have not heard of it yet... my name is not Clairra. I am Serra, the new Priestess of the East."All of a sudden, everyone started their little murmurs and the old priest's eyes flickered with anger. "May I remind you that changing your name doesn't remove the fact that you have aban--""You must be deaf, old priest." Everyone gasped. "Clairra never spoke like this to you, did she? She was always kind and respectful. You didn't know but, she traded her life for mine just to save her people. Consider me reincarnated... but ultimately, I am not her and she is not me.""If you are not Clairra then
Serra's POV"Where have you been, Serra?" asked Meade, one of the Farashas who took me in."I went to the other realm to visit a demon friend. My heart is at peace that I've come to know that she's doing alright.""And the demon King?" "What of the Demon King?" I asked Meade back. "Is there something that I need to know about him, aside from the fact that the past priestess was his bride?"Meade looked down and inhaled deeply before focusing those soft eyes at me. She forced a smile. "Dear, you must be tired. Why not go along and I'll call you for supper."I nodded and excused myself before the Farasha. Ascending the wooden staircase, I knew there was something more than me being the Demon King's bride. They just won't tell me. Asking doesn't help either.Pushing the door close behind me, I went to my desk, motioning my hand and the book on my table opened to where I marked it. I am the new appointed Priestess of the East. My name is Serra and my mission is to take back my land, s
Sarah's POVSix long months has passed since the purple moon incident where the Demon King returned on his own with blood in his hands. Nobody spoke, nobody dared ask for the expression on the king's face tells it all. From then on, there was no mention of the priestess.The sky was fairly blue when I started gathering herbs but now it has turned golden red. It was time for me to head back to the castle or Narth will get worried.Though the castle never looked alive, it had became a home to me. Narth was kind enough to take me in. Although, my herb gathering isn't a necessity, I've become accustomed to it. It's one way not to get bored in the big manor."Have you mistaken the sky as dawn, Sarah?" Narth asked while the maids serves us our dinner. "Did you sell out some herbs again?""My apologies, sire. I lost track of the time as I focused on another herb that I believe is in your book.""One in my book?""Yes." I nodded. "I'm yet to show you."He flashed me a smile and then turned t
Serra's POVI was dressed in a white yet almost purple gown that turns black midway. It has sparkles all over, a tulle for the sleeves and many more details. I was never good at describing nor knew of what is what called. I just know it's full of small jewels, shining and it was gorgeous. Where I came from, I always see gown like this worn only by rich people. Though they do not compare to the jewels in this dress, there was the likeness. "You look like a fairy goddess!" Sarah exclaimed when she saw me. "Oh, my priestess!" Eyaren cried, tears in her eyes. "I wouldn't want to let you go."A sweet smile appeared on my mouth. "Oh, you two!" I open my arms wide and they went to hug me. "I am only getting married. Nobody is going to take me away unless someone decides to kill me."Fear crossed Eyaren's face as she stopped unfolding the wrinkles of my gown. It was for a split second and she smiles. "No one will harm you, priestess. No one would dare."My mouth curved into a smile. "I
Zeirux POVTwo more night and everything will come to an end. On top of the castle roof, I sat, staring at the vast darkness ahead. There's nothing to see but towering trees. This has always been my view until I decided to visit the land of the humans disguised as one. Everything was monotone until I saw a glimpse of the priestess, her cheeks red from the cold night. Despite it, she remained beaming at everyone and since then she became the definition of breathtaking and life to me.I can't go back on my words just because someone's soul is keeping her body alive. Her soul's death was unjustified and if I could I would've executed all those who have pushed her into bargaining her life.After some time, I noticed the light coming from the priestess' room. My brows knitted together. She is usually with her posse at this hour."Hmm... it's not bad to check on someone," I murmured as I stand and used teleportation magic to get to her. Once I was inside her room, I thought she would hav
After dinner, Serra asked to be alone in her room. The memories of Clairra was like a montage flashing back to her. Although not everything was seen clearly, the feeling was there. Zierux and Clairra was something before she became Clairra. She also recalled how the priestess saw her from the water within that big clamp at the tower and how Clairra waited for the perfect timing. I was isekaid to another world as someone who already existed. I am not a priestess nor am I Clairra, but just a clone."Why would you do this?" Serra whispered under her breath. "I am not powerful like you. I'm just someone who have no idea what of this place.""Of course you've no idea, you're not the priestess!" A feminine voice Serra heard so she turned around. Her pupils dilated to see Marmi. It took her only some seconds to frown and realize, no, this isn't her bestfriend in the real world. Marmi would not wear such revealing clothes but this woman was stunning."Who are you?" Serra asked."I would lik
Serra's POVThe way Zierux treated me is the same as always. It was as if that kiss never happened and he's back to teaching me magic. Though it's better like this, I can't help but wonder what he's feeling."You're not focused enough, human. You're creating wools instead of gems," Zierux commented, his face remaining blank. "Focus so we proceed to another task. We've other things to do.""Like what? Do you have somewhere to be?" I asked with a raised brow."Since when were you curious about my whereabouts?""Since now." I gaze at him, arrogantly. "I dare to know of my future husband's meetings. I would appreciate it if you let me have a say in decision making."Zierux chuckles mockingly. "The spell you casted doesn't go beyond being someone I can't kill."It made me look away, pouting. It seems like we are still not that close for him to bring me wherever he is headed."That's alright." I inhaled deeply and flashed a sly smile. "I'll practice here so you could go and come check me a
Serra's POVI don't know what I was doing but it felt so familiar. His lips on mine were the softest that could brush mine. Why? Why does this feel like home?Regaining my senses was hard to do when I, myself, felt like I had missed this. I needed this. No matter if I was doing it right or not, I wanted its warmth so I returned his kisses. Until we ran out of breath and we stopped, resting our forehead on each other while his hand was still on my cheek.The moment I gaze into his soft eyes, he took a step back and I finally processed what we did. My cheeks were still burning so I looked away. Why did I do that?"I-I..."What do I say? Should I run from him? Should he say something?"Go tend your pet before I lose my mind and take you to my bed," he uttered.With those words, I immediately turned and stride inside. I didn't look back nor slow down until I reached a corner and hid. My legs were weak and so I dramatically fell on my knees.I couldn't see his face because he looked the ot