The plane stopped after about two hours later. Or at least that was according to Mustaka on Venus, who continued to glare at one of the bars since she knew who Amerta really was.
Princess, did this information make you a statue? with insolence Mustaka said in Venus's mind.
The girl's fingers twitched. Her eyes blinked weakly. A tortured groan came from her dry lips. The girl whimpered as her head and ears ached with pain.Mus?Venus grimaced as she pulled herself upright to sit up. A thick gray blanket slipped from her chest. For a moment, Venus only closed her eyes and squeezed her dizzy head. Her ears are still ringing in pain, and Venus hopes that her one sense will still function.
The door hinge clanged when someone opened the door to the room where Venus was. Venus was still sitting on her bed and leaning her back, her eyes closed. The girl's head looked up; occasionally her face winced in pain. It felt like the Knights of the Needles and King Sledgehammer were attacking her ears and head simultaneously.“Hello, love child.”Venus forced herself to open her eyes and se
The red-robed man stood in the doorway, his hands clenched tightly to both sides of his body. Dark curly manes along the shoulder frame his cold face. His eyes were as dark as darkness, reflecting the torchlight that swayed like a demon's eyes. What disturbed Venus's attention were; Amerta's face and stature were far from being fathers, but were more like brave men in their twenties… with a more frightening aura.The air suddenly blew from the open door. Venus stiffened. The aroma of Amerta's body is like fresh blood, but a hint of the fragrance of a rose somehow obscures it.
According to Venus, there are two categories of adults in this world; one, mature in age and two, mature because of conditions that affect one's psychic.Venus is still fifteen… and she puts herself in the second adult category.Venus's brain is forced to think about things teenagers their age should not have thought of. She was required to fight for her life and death. She was tortured with painfu
One of the two photos is the same picture that the photo Venus left on the First Earth. She forcibly opened the two frames to take the photo paper. Venus hugged both of them tightly.Then Venus remembered something that Amerta had told her.Venus bit her lip while staring at Ildara who still looked surprised.
At one time on the First Earth, Venus had cut her finger accidentally. It was so painful at that time. The wound is not that deep, but people say: the deeper the wound, the number the pain in the beginning. The pain will appear many times many hours later. So at that time Venus was lucky enough; the wound was not deep and therefore the pain she felt was only at the beginning.However, today is different. Knife cut wounds are different from deep wounds caused by fate that adorns her heart.
“Why isn't Illdara coming here?”“I just need to kill you, Venus, quickly. I don't need an audience.”Venus still looked around her. They stood on the top of a flat mountain. Next to them was a frozen, snowy crater.
Venus was thrown several meters away with Artha clutching her shoulders. They almost touched the edge of the cliff.“Argh!”Artha stood on two legs that were like the legs of a wolf. The aul choked Venus's neck and lifted her body almost thirty centimeters from the ground. Venus kicks the air wildly with healthy legs. Her face was pale and almost t