CHAPTER XXV

(DIRECTION OF LIGHT)

ON the thickest branch of the big and old Sakura tree, he leans his back on its trunk and sitting comfortably while he is gazing up the bright full moon. Arthur could not help, but laugh and smile for himself and the fate that he crosses and took now. Somehow counting the Sakura flower petals that slowly falling with the aid of the gentle wind and moving in a steady, graceful, and swirling pattern. He reaches his hand, and a petal falls unto his palm. With the bright light of the moon that forms a silhouette of his shadows. He gazes at the petal, where the Maiden’s image draws from his memory. He grasps the petal and quickly. With his palm close and with force, a mix of wanting, regret and hate draws to his face. He leans his head to the tree, then he remembers the clan’s elders’ words that then echo unto his ears like it was just yesterday.

“A curse will always be a curse.”

The child that should be dead the day that he is born, finally come back to ruin everyt