تسجيل الدخولRhys. . At some point, I felt like my brains were fraying. I couldn't even open my eyes... I was in so much pain that I couldn't even produce a sound. In the beginning, I thought I was still in control. I had assumed that I could still manipulate the elements if things got worse, only to realise later that I couldn't. I was in so much pain that I couldn't afford a millisecond of focusing. Manipulating needed focus.. Then I decided to endure, and especially when I recalled Sabrina's joyous smile, I couldn't bring myself to give up, not yet... I stubbornly withstood, each second feeling like the last, but holding on, regardless. Then slowly, the darkness started creeping in, and instead of panicking, relief washed over me. Compared to the hell that I was in, the unknown sounded enticing, very enticing.. Then the pain disappeared, and my surroundings started changing. The bushes and the trees, they all faded away as another place welcomed me. Sea of peop
Rhys. Since it was an open plan battle, I chose the easier way. If I could conserve my energy and wait for them all to kill each other, then have a one-on-one with the winner, why not? So, I played it safe, close enough to fool the audience into thinking that I was actually fighting, and yet, far enough not to receive even a single scratch. Crafty? No. To me, it was just strategy. With the enticing end goal to become the mighty royal General, wolves went at each other, brutally, cutting throats and dislocating limbs and before long, only two people were left standing in the battle field. Me and a giant-like wolf, pumped to scare, and fury that I couldn't place. I mean, the goal was simple, right? To win. Did he really have to be so angry at me? Well, I didn't care either. It was about time that the real fight began, anyway. He threw his fist, faster, pumped with anger and malice, and I managed to win, but the impact left my ear ringing, from just the for
Sabrina. For a moment, from across the ridiculously big arena, our eyes met, locked, and the world around seemed to fade. Those piercing grey eyes....They looked unfamiliar yet, familiar in a way I couldn't explain. Looking at him, even from where I was, I had a feeling that I was looking at Rhys. Yes .You heard that right. No matter how much I tried to convince myself that Rhys wasn't Theus, there was just something about him that so deeply reminded me of Rhys.. But again, he couldn't have been Rhys, could he? Rhys was busy playing love with Amery and Ivy to even think of me. That loser had the guts to give away the bracelet that I gave him! How disrespectful! If he hated it so much, he should have given it back to me, the same way I returned anything that he had ever given me before I left. The thought of Rhys successfully ruined my mood, and I couldn't hate him more. Since he couldn't wait to move on so badly, I was going to do so...I was going to give m
Sabrina. " Stop right there, Sabrina?" I was just about to leave when Ivy snarled, looking all stern and intimidating, but underneath all that, I saw fear, so raw it burned her eyes. She had the heart to be so evil, to ruin lives like they were worth nothing, and yet had it in her to be scared? " Where did you find that?" She asked, her voice trembling....poor thing. A while ago, she was the one bullying me, showing off with a bangle that I had shed blood and sweat welding, just to hurt me. And now that tables were turned, she looked like soul had left her body... " If I were in your position, I wouldn't be concerned about that right now ... Your priorities are truly mixed up..." I mocked, not even sparing her another glance. The mere sight of her nauseated me. And the idea of having ever considered her my friend had my stomach churning. She wasn't just sick. She was twisted in every dirty way possible . "Do you think you can threaten me?" She asked, seemingly
Sabrina. In the few weeks that I had been living with my grandma, I had been able to learn a lot . Aside from the physical exercises and classes, we also held political lessons sessions. It happened thrice in a week, and there, I got to learn how to navigate political waters.. ' You never go to the battle with just your sword.' She would always say. And, what did that mean, exactly? I had to remember all my enemies' weaknesses. That way, I could have a fair advantage. Otherwise, no one plays fairly, not the royals, especially. After my fallout with Ivy, it was like my grandmother had expected her to get more bolder, because a few days ago, she had pushed a folder across the dinner table, a few seconds after we had just finished taking our dinner. "When people go bad, they never hold bsck. .. they go all the way out. " She had stated, mystery clouding her eyes. "You don't know the kinds of people you are dealing with in this walls." She had taken a small pause, a
Sabrina.. " He used this bangle to propose before the official ring .." Those words, whispered in a delicate voice, and an extra gentle smile, like they weren't meant to totally crush me, had my heart freezing in place, not beating, not pulsing, just stillness that actually pained.. I clenched my fingers so tightly, so desperate for the pain, for a grip, but nothing.....I was a mess, and I was sure she could see. I stumbled back, almost falling, but at least, my body found solace in the shelves... They anchored me when every wall was crushing on me. I took several hungry breaths, hoping to restore clarity in the process. That bangle, it stung to even look at. It was meant for Rhys broader arm, and it was a less fit for her, leaving a large space..and that was a problem, but not the main.. Even after Rhys betrayed me with Amery, he never took the bangle from his hand. He wore it every day, even when he said he hated me, like it was attached to his very soul. Even in
Sabrina. "Can we talk first?" I asked, and they nodded in unison, giving me a go-ahead, but before I could open my mouth, my mother-in-law started talking and I could only shut my mouth and listen. " Sabrina? I know that these few months haven't been kind to you " She started, guilt paintin
Sabrina. " Tell me, Warrior Fords. Are you really my father?" I asked, deliberately stressing the title and his face went pale with shame. He had already lost his prestigious Warrior title, after all. In reaction to my question, he went silent, a stubborn glint cropping his red eyes as h
Sabrina. Lost in my thoughts, I wandered off from the competition arena all the way to the restricted Lake. The place where Rhys and I used to spend most of our time. Back when our hearts used to beat in sync, pumped by love and quiet devotion. Looking at that familiar space, a wave of n
Sabrina. The world seemed to freeze around me as I made my way towards the stage. The afternoon wind gently fanned my skin, ruffling my hair in a comforting gesture, and a wave of serenity washed over me, filling me with a layer of composure, the only thing that I was armed with amidst the sto







