Semua Bab The Next Lord Of The Central City.: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The night was cold and unnervingly dark. The wind didn't give a damn on the nightmarishly terror she was feeling. The insects chirped louder than they normally would, and the moon? It was no where to be found in that moment of despair. When she needed comfort the most, it left her. Everything was gone. In the dark alley, her legs wobbled as she felt her bones go weak. Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead and her soul was ready to give up. She couldn't take another step forward. Maybe if she just laid down for a moment, it would all be fine. But they were behind her now. Any moment, she would breath in her last breath.Where she was headed to? She didn't know. She was only ten. She was just a child when the heavy wave of misfortune had crashed into her life."You are my own blood. The next ruler of the Central City. You shall fear no evil. A true Lancaster is a god. You will survive." Her late father's words rang in her head

Self hatred is a great weapon for destruction, because the moment one begins to hate one's self, havoc and chaos is being birthed. It is when the mind becomes polluted with a shadow of doom. When love is lost, and contempt, rings in. It redeems. It rules. It kills, like a slow poison. But maybe sometimes it isn't all dreadful. After all, every bad things always have a good side. For without good, evil would not exist. Without death, life would be meaningless.  Self hatred to Fiora, managed its way into her life to change it for the better. All her life, she had found nothing but pain. Saddening for she fears it had all been nothing but her fault. She had lost her father because of something she'd said years ago. She lost her home. She hated herself more than water repelled oil. But she knew now what she must do. Her life could still change, only if she was willing to make it better. And she did.  Every day, for

It was almost day break, which meant, time for Fiora to go to bed. She was tired, stressed and if it wasn't for her occasional charity smiles, no one would ever noticed. No one, except for Aiden. He was not specifically trained into mastering the art of human feelings, but he sure could read Fiora like an open book. Her face were covered in a few dark spots round her forehead and Aiden guessed for it to be charcoal, perhaps from the cooking. It also wasn't hard for him to read through her emotion and concluded just how tired she was, just by the way she smiled. Not more than a few minutes at the riverbank, when she smiled, it was so peaceful. It was like watching sunset when on a gloomy day, or watching a baby laugh at a very redundant reaction. Her eyes squinted and her lips majestically wondered into a nice curve, revealing just about enough white teeth. It was natural. Her messy brown hair shone impressively under the night sky, and even as they were already packed up into a bun,

Fiora and Aiden said their goodbyes, only after agreeing to meet at the riverbank two hours later. They had no other option than to visit the territory of Rupert because sooner or later, they would run out of food to prepare for the people. She would also have to create a disguise and she thought about two alternatives already; either to pretend like an old widow or a young fine lad. Anytime she wasn't all covered up in her hood, she had other choices of disguises she could turn to."How about you just showed yourself the way you are?" Sif pointed out as they were walking back home. Fiora knew just how much trouble he would get into with Clement once they got home. Clement would never allow for two little girls to come live with them, but she wasn't going to be too gentle about it either way. These girls had been on their own long enough. Now, they found themselves in the right hands. She was going to protect them with all she can. Besides, they weren't save anymore with Donn's ego on

The instant Clement left Helen, she was not herself. She became restless and impatient. Not like she was not always like that most of the times, but it was worst. Worst to the extent, she thought she might die of anxiety. She picked up the letter over and over again, re-reading through the lines like it's content would soften to favor her.You're not worthy of the life you desire. Give it up.She was not worthy? Helen could had received any other insults like she was a maniac, a selfish ruler, perhaps even a witch? But not worthy? She doubled the guards and sent for Clement immediately she received the letter. It was rather frightening to her. Of course it was a warning. A warning she did not take very friendly. Clement had no choice because he was one of the very few people his Queen could call onto at any hour of the day to seek for guidance. If his thinking were correct, he was the only person Helen could trust. She was all by herself, even if she refused to admit it sometimes. T