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2024-10-29 19:42:56Elena boxed the Circle with her fists. She was crawling on all fours. Her pain was unimaginable.
"Ahhhhhh!!!!" she screamed. "Stop it!"
"You need the pain to become whole," Red said.
Elena named her already. Red. If she's not harder on telling her name, she would have a much better choice to call her. The child on a red hood was visiting again. She was more cheerful momentarily as if she was too glad of Elena's pain
"I cannot live it!" Elena hissed under her breath. "It's too painful.
"Truth is painful, darling," Red said. "You need to be stronger when it comes. Or, you'll forever cage in your circle.
"This is not in the books!" Elena begged. "If I had known, I wouldn't have tried."
Red chuckled. She was almost laughing. "No one had ever lived to write the truth."
The pain started from her head, down to her spine. Then, when it reaches her tailbone, flashes of memories were rushing into her mind. If she could stop it, she
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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 somethingShe 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 newShe 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 dirty jokeSitting on the Constant's Seat on the Sacred Hall of Bones was her responsibility and right. But it seemed to be so stran
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s still dark outside when the clock struck the fourth hour of dawn. Yet, Elena was all up already on her boots and dagger tuked on her waist. She left her wet dark hair hang over her shoulders. She smelled her clean jacket and wore it hiding the dagger inside it. Her jacket smelled ripe mangoes on a summer harvestPushing the wooden door, she crept to the cold dawn. She seemed very pleased. The morning greeted her and she felt the fresh whisper of the wind in her ears as if singing a morning greeting, touching her scalp like anointing her for a blessedShe sighed. She was no one. Elena de Leon. Granddaughter of the high Datu of Building. Her mother was the heiress of acres of lands which later on will becomes hers. But, she was nothing. Money didn't please her. What she wanted was the open field, running, dancing, singing, and swimming with her folks and with her town peoplBut, no. She was the heiress, the only heiress.
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"We have a problem that needed so much attention", Josh started. He looked over the circular table. Marcus Madrigal of Riverside was on his left and Michael Avila of the Mountains was on his right.It was a meeting of a council of three. But that number was not easy to gather. Josh had to force his guards to watch over, send assassins to kidnap and lay traps to take hold of them like a predator to its prey. But he was no predator. His purpose was a noble one and it concerned the future of their blood lineOn that table, they kept staring and hatred to each other was so obvious for reasons he didn't understand. Josh was the one who gathered the three on that round table and he felt obliged to speak even just for awhile ago, ge felt a cold feet"I don't know really understand the problems of our families. But, if you just listen for awhile... I would make things easier to understand and fast to conclude.
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A blind man was holding am empty tin can. He extended his arms from where he was sitting that the passers by, at their, he could collect some for his upset stomach. But, it seemed that no one had cared. It seemed that he was not the only blind in the world. It seemed that that the world had a bunch of blind eyesNear the bum, an Old man stood. His back slouched a bit of weary for the days of fishing. All his days were spent in the rivers with his nets. If not, the port was his place of trade. In his list, he had enough reasons to pass for a retirementThe street was full of people. Buzzing to and fro, strangers exchanging trades, gossipers sat at the corner, their daughters roaring at the place but no one had cared, the trade center looked an endless, which it was and it made Peter dizzyIf he could just have a little time sit, he would take it gladly as a reward. But, Joana was always the energetic as well as restless w
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Near the torch lighted from the entrance of the gates, a man was reading a text from an old parchment. In front of him, men, women and children form a circle. In the middle of them, a big fire was burnt. Michael wasstanding near the fire separate from the crowd."The Mountain people are born for the wild. Wild life is a free life." The man whose name was Juan, the prophet, read the testament of loyalty, reminding the people the pledge they had made before their gods. "Anyone who tries to destroy a free life is deemed to die."Then the drums rolled. Dancers of women half naked from the above and wearing a skirt of laces made of fleas skin dried in the sun started the ritual. The beat was fast. The dancers lost in the rhythm of it.After a apracticed beat, the drum stopped. Then the cows were brought in the aisle. According to the tradition, each one of the family who was present would offer a life in front of the gods and the people.Michael we
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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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Standing over the porch, overlooking the view of the Mountains, brought up so many fond memories. The green valleys downwards and alive browns of earth - woods and the rich humus - reminded her when things were just simpler. The smelt of fresh tropical air signalled that summer was coming - and summer was the time of joy.A lot of times, she wondered if she could just turn back time and lived there for eternity - repeatedly. She did have the opportunity and now she dreaded it. To be stuck there for eternity was not a blessing. It never was. It was not living afterall. Time was something you spent and never take back. One should either dreaded it or cherished it for there such no thing as perfect.Raymund the Siren waited in the black room. This room was the only place where Sirens were admitted since in the Highlands, Sirens were considered dangerous. That might be because they never admitted themselves under the Reign of the Three States. They chose to be different, a
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Exhausted and starving, Raymond urged himself not to collapse. He pushed his way out to the dark tunnel. At his right side, he supported Elena's weight. If he would collapse, nothing would help them. If he would collapse, who would take of Elena? No. He wouldn't collapse and lost consciousness. He had a lady to take of. The lady so much precious in his lifElena had lost consciousness right when they were about to find a way out from the steel door they had entered from the inside tunnel from the Water Palace. He thought it was exhaustion that Elena fainted but he realized that he even was fainting. The darkness was to thick but it wasn't just the darkness who was tempting him to surrender to unconsciousness. It was these voices. "So many voices I couldn't determine who," he told Elena. Elena told him that she heard it too. However, what he heard was different. Those were crying of people alive. His were dying crieIt's almost dark whe
