Inside a mortuary, two young men were rolling a gurney with a big black plastic on top into the room where rows of stainless steel drawers were installed. As they reached the wall, the one who stood on the head of the gurney let go and walked to pull out one drawer in the middle, revealing a flat board in white inside.
"Jack, come on. On the count of three." He walked back to his place and wheeled the gurney closer to the drawer before signaling to his partner.
"Jim, wait," said the guy standing at the end as he stepped out of his position and headed to where Jack was.
"What is it this time? Please don't tell me you are at it again."
"I want to see his face one last time. Just how could a man be so beautiful?"
"Seriously
The veil of the dark blue sky unveiled itself to reveal a mingle of tint orange, pale pink, and grey color of the Madrugada. Alessa woke up and got herself ready for her mission. She planned to depart for the quest right after Rosalina left with the people of Baltras. The matter could not be delayed any longer. It was better to get it done as fast as possible. Holding onto the golden hair ornament given by Elfreda, she harked back to their conversation last night. "You'll have to undergo three tests before reaching the mountain. First, it is the evil fairies. I don't need to explain further since you know how cunning they are. If you pass this stage, you will meet with the black river. It is the darkest you've ever seen. It is bottomless and will suck everything in like a black hole. You have to hold your breath until you arrive at the other end, which I don't know how deep it is or how
The last cubicle of the men's restroom on the ground floor of one of the pediatric children hospitals in downtown Oakland was strangely occupied by a middle-aged man who didn't even come to do what the purpose of the toilet was built for. Instead of coming to relieve himself, he stood with his back to the wall and face towards the door, speaking to himself. Nevertheless, if looked closer, one would notice that the man was actually conversing with a disembodied voice that came from the back of his lower nape. That was where the obsidian light was glowing. "Earth, you say?" asked the voice in slight disbelief. "Yes, King Father. And coincidentally, he died in my area." "Are you sure that he is dead?" "Positive, King Father. I checked his corpse by myself."
It was harder than she had thought. Traveling, horseback riding and homesickness were not easy. It had not been two hours yet since Rosalina departed from Aldous, yet she felt so dehydrated and emptied. For someone who had never really traveled far, she got exhausted quickly. Still, she didn't want the people of Baltras to think that she was a weakling. She refused to ask for a break and continued to endure even if it almost killed her. Rosalina couldn't be more delighted when Karras raised his hand and shouted, "We'll take a quick break here." She hurriedly got off the horse to stretch her arms and legs before taking the half-filled wooden tumbler and gulped the liquid down her throat. After a few deep breaths, she felt much better. She then looked around and realized that something was a little off.
The hottest flaming ball from the high up sky emitted heat down to the ground, making everyone drench with sweat. Everything was nearly roasted into dryness. Nevertheless, this hot weather was pale compared to the mood of one particular person dressed in an exquisite pale yellow silk attire. With his hands folded behind his lower back, the elegant-looking man stared out the tall window from a wide-spaced chamber. His oval face-shaped, naturally red lips, thick soft-arched eyebrows, and especially the big dimples that came from his smile looked nothing but calm; however, his temper was the opposite. "Andy is truly a waste of my seminal fluid. At least his mortal mother was useful in her last-minute, unlike this so-called half-breed," he murmured. His face maintained serenity. "Just how much longer does he intend on making me wait? Is it that difficult to chop a head off a dead body?" He frowned, causing a
*WARNING*: This chapter contains 18+ scene. ******* "Oswin, don't! NO!!!" Sean screamed at the top of his lungs. His body jolted, making him sit bolt upright on the bed. His eyes were wide open. Beats of sweat condensed on his forehead and occasionally rolled down his cheek, running along his jawline before dropping to the blanket that fell to the lower half of his body. "Sean." Oswin walked out of the living room. He made his way to the bed and sat down next to his lover. His brows furrowed with worry." Wake up. You're having a nightmare." "Oswin?" asked Sean when he opened his eyes. "Are you really Oswin?" With a smile and a gentle gaze, Oswin lifted his hand and used his long-sleeved shirt to dab the sweat away from Sean's fa
Yesternight past midnight: downtown Oakland's mortuary: The corpse of the elf king was left inside the morgue's drawer, unattended and naked. As the hour of death was less than twenty-four hours, no one cared to embalm the body, for they believed the freezer alone should be enough to slow down the decaying until the working time tomorrow. The mortuary was old and small except for the dim bulb on the outside hall. The room and the entire building overlapped with the night's darkness that even the security had to use a flashlight to see his way better. "The lighting needed fixing. This building, too. Who knows when this morgue is going to crumble down? It seems older than my ancestor." The security guard murmured as he patrolled the silent hall.
Aldous: The Day of The Accident It was one foggiest day Aldous had ever seen. Armed with a sword, a bow, and arrows, Oswin rode on the back of his pitched-black horse and ventured alone into the forest, searching for a rare white deer that only showed itself once a millennium. The creature showed itself at the wrong time, arousing curiosity within him. Known for its lightning-fast speed, it took only a few gallops before the elf king and his horse passed all the guards behind. When they reached the forest, the white deer was out of sight, leaving behind only the paw prints. "Where did it go?" He murmured, looking around for the white thing that should be easily spotted from the darkness. Unfortunately, he couldn't.
Yesternight past midnight: downtown Oakland's mortuary: "So, that bright light brought me to Earth?" Oswin asked after he finished recalling what happened on his last day at Aldous. Genevie nodded. "Yes. The trial began that day." "That explains how l lose my power. But why did this memory get erased?" "I am not sure, Oswin. Maybe this trial wants you to learn about humanity through love and not fear. If you remember this accident, even though you won't hurt a mortal, it was only because of the elf's weakness. In short, it was more like an obligation. But if you don't remember, every action that you forgive a mortal will be purely based on your heart. I think this must be it." "This could