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Chapter 24: Remembering or forgetting?
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2021-10-18 06:49:51He was old and he's tired. He did not know where to go except search that Paradise. Los Barrios would not be home to him again - maybe, until this time, or maybe this time would be his last.
He had followed Albert with the throng of these lost people from the crash. The Siren was leading them and Albert knew that the child he was carrying wasn't a child but an immortal who had role in this coming war. Miranda had been at last the Constant of the Night Children and Albert had no need to worry about that. What Albert lost did not equal to the glory that was waiting him. Home. Rudolf did not need to shapeshift. He was an Arium and what he only needed was his magic to hide his face. He didn't need to hide his face from the people too. He knew they didn't need him to be real. They were as hopeless as he was. He hid only his face from Albert. Albert was an immortal who did not have any idea about the timelines which didn't becomeRelated chapters
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He might have noticed the joy in Betty today. Was that it? Joy? Or just hidden sadness, tried to be concealed on some laughter?He did not care. The world had changed somehow for a bit when he saw her laughing - for the first time. They had stopped walking on sunset and set up camp for their tired selves. Albert was leading them and he was sitting far behind them, taking his rest. He had carried Mark all day and he understood how tired he was.Mark stayed with Albert even when they had all already settled. He was glad of it though. He could have some alone time with Betty.They gathered around a fire. Some men had made jokes on their game for their dinner. They were roasting a rabbit and two little birds. That would not be enough meat for them but they were so glad that they had something to share over the fire. It was not the food though. It was the talk.They grew to be closer with each other and it would take some time for them to ad
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Repetition made some things bearable. She thought she knew it all. In theory, she did and it was harder to make it worked than theorizing it.She kept on telling herself that she was good at it - even better than the other realities she participated. She remembered all the faulty efforts of the Phoenix on healing time. She never forgotten it, but what she's afraid was knowing that she never learned something from it. Didn't she learn something?She knew she had learned something but somehow, it seemed that it was not good enough anymore. She's facing reality. And, it was harder than she thought it would be. Being her as a Constant was just new to her. It was when the time turned and everything was new.She had to make a decision now. The Night Children was hopeless and they needed a leader - not just like Albert. They needed someone who was better than Albert. He was too sentimental and even the smallest change of habit was a di
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She had been able to keep the tavern from Albert for so many years before she decided to show it to him. The very reason she hid it was because she had other transactions. She catered vampires and humans in the place for business. When Albert showed his interest to her, she knew that the hiding should end then.She invited him for pleasure. She had some thoughts on how he felt about her. They were both confused. They were immortal and they had quite a lot of time to figure out about their emotions.She marked her territory. The tavern was no longer a safe space and though Miranda was a friend now, she could not trust her yet. There were secrets better unknown to some. She decided to take some place in the forest near the waterfalls since there was a portal there. As legends told, a Siren was guarding the place and when there was a Siren, there was a gate it was keeping.She wanted to do her business where there was
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She struggled to see that the world she went in was too beautiful to be so confusing. She heard music - beautiful as it was but it held a language she could not understand - like listening to a good tune but on a different language.She could not describe it. It was perfect. It was a Paradise but it made no sense. She realized there was no light of day there and there was no night. She was enclosed on a planet of pure magic. She could feel it vibrating on her skin and seemed to be her blood telling her that she knew this place very much.She faced the woman who bore the same face as hers. The only difference they had was the manner of their dressing. She was a Magician from Los Barrios. The Palace housed the twelve tribes from the lines of angels who went to Highlands to reproduce. A very long time ago, deities could come and go to Highlands and enjoy the pleasures of men. Angels were sent as messengers and since they spoke a diffe
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Rony managed to keep them safe for quite a time. Now, he could hear the raging outside the walls. Fire breathing dragons were announcing a child and he felt the place were burning.The dragons must have felt the new walls erecting at their places and they knew already that there were intruders in the place. He thought it was impossible to create such magic but here he was - building from the inside. The first wall he created shattered like broken glass and he felt that the place trembled the moment it collapsed.He knew it would happen. He was not strong enough and Los Barrios did not face such creatures. He thought if he could create walls that thick, he could feel the whole place. Yes, he did somehow but it was impossible. The magic that held them safe was strong but not enough against the dragon outside.So he erected inside walls and tunnels. The first wall was just a distraction and he made sure that they were pro
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The lights were blinding but it did not bother her to know what an imposter Elena was.She manipulated her to come over here and in her agenda, it included meeting the Phoenix. Somewhere here, the Phoenix was roaming and as a Seer, she could feel her essence vibrating over the place.Elena was with the Phoenix!What a great transgression was it to be linked with the cause of everything! The illness that scattered over the land knew no limits and it hurt her to think that the person she trusted most, especially now, hid her face on so many faces. Faceless.Elena was an imposter!The person who brought her here was nowhere to be found since she never was with her. She's just a channel and Elena needed it most so she could reach the place.Joy was just a necessity and Elena thought nothing of sending her back to earth. It was a mistake following her. She's just too persuasive and she's
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Alex never experienced meeting with an angel and having one made her realized the deeper waters of her faith. Elena was making her dizzy with all the metaphors and the riddles. But it all made sense now. She was hiding some truth and right now, the pain she experienced was just an extension of a past that she knew too well but was trying so hard to escape. No one could hide from the past since it was not just something you could hide on. It was something you could only accept on. Alfredo did not much care. Well, no one would know the heart of a harvester except joy. He seemed to be enjoying everything and did not care much of the lies that brought them there.They were still in the garden and after asking permission to ravish the insides of the little paradise, they took pleasure on everything that was on land. When their belly was full, they realized they had to rest too. They found a little cabin made of grass. It was s
Last Updated : 2021-10-28The Lost Angel: Pilgrims Chapter 32: The Joy of the Harvest
There was something in the air in that place. Even at the moment, they arrived with a feeling that something would happen. It was gloomy to some yet, Alfredo felt that his skin was pricking with happiness. The harvest was ready for the picking!He still did not know what was it but he knew that shadow. It made him jump on his feet and play. The dark hood shouted and screamed in exhilaration like the afternoon mild breeze of summer or the morning dew of spring. He could picture himself on a field of grain. His hands were full of bounty, he could not count it.Elena was a funny woman. She did know what she was doing and he felt that she hid something so gruesome to happen. Elena was a scary person too because no one could ever happen to play with time and expect nothing in return. Time was immortal and those who played the timeline did not just shake the middle of the bottle and think that the whole bottle would not be shaken. There were t
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"Have you eat something already?" Betty asked. "It's still a long day ahead."I did have," he replied. "A little. The young men ate all of it."That's why they looked so happy," she commented. "It's as if they actually made a joke that so silly."That is right," Rudolf said. "Who are their parents?"I don't know," she answered. She called the thin girl to come over her. "Well, young men these days, what could you possibly expect?"Generous?"Betty laughed at that. So hard and she was almost knocking herself. Rudolf didn't understand much though what's so hilarious with the statement."I am so sorry," she apologized as she wiped the little tears on her eyes. "That was the funniest thing I've heard since the . . . crash. Generous might have been a word when humanity knew how to build houses and created a neighborhood. Not possible on a time of survival."You can be wrong at that too," he said. "I have been generous
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It must be a wonderful morning. The breeze felt warm to the skin and great for breathing. It felt more like having a good sunbath on a late afternoon twilight. She opened her eyes and her very own private pool in the secret underground of the Palace satisfied her with the things she would never felt outside.She used to be alone - even before. So, it did not matter to her. She learned that being alone was much better to be with someone who wished no blessings for her. There were too many who wished to be closed with her - to befriend her. However, those whom she learned to give entrance to her personal life were either dead or a villain."This is much better," she said to no one in particular. "If your cage gives you satisfaction, why do you need to get out?"Prisoners in jail are given food, shelter and clothes. They just have to do some chores like what we do in the house as mortals. But they are not truly free.Elena had been listen
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