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Mathilda
Última actualización : 2021-02-28
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The knights of Saint Christopher arrived, and they brought nightmares to the little convent of the good sisters- an angel who was the opposite of his kind, a forbidden love affair, a predator of innocents, a monster for a father, and a death. Mathilda, who had nothing but hatred for this world, would slay the evils to protect her people, or was she the evil they needed saving from?
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The Prologue
The lake was still asleep, but its eeriness was abrupted by her waking movement.
She was laid on it. Half of her body was drowning from the freezing water while the other half was slightly submerged on the shallow rim. It seemed that she had water for a cloth for her night gown was embracing her body tight, and it was failingly hiding the scar from last night.
There was a scarlet colored stain on her ivory white cloth, it was directly on the flesh of the side of her stomach and it spread faintly downwards to her thigh. She was bleeding for hours, and it seemed that the life within her was fading as her skin completely turned the shade of the lake and her breathing became the opposite of stable. But fortunately, she was still alive.
The moment the sun casted a summer glow on the area, she became aware of her dying life. She wanted to live, to stand, and to call for help, even though it was apparent that there was none who could hear her, but her body was starting to fade and it was making her movement weaker. She was clawing the wet ground above her, yet in her hands it was stiff.
She knew it was her end. But no one could really accept dead, especially if it was unjust. I don’t deserve it, she thought to herself.
All of her glorious life started flashing on her eyes, her sisters, her wins, her love, and it made her smile amidst the pain. Can you hear me? She asked the almightiness, but she received no answer. I am here, your loyal daughter. Listen to me, hear my pleas, she was screaming inside, and it kept stabbing her wound, but it did not matter to her.
No prayer can save me now. And bit by bit she became an empty shell on the side of the lake. Blank eyes. Unmoving chest. Bloodless flesh. And then her prayer came.
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Mathilda The Girl Who Left
I was unmoving. Three months had passed but the convent remained to be an abyss of nothingness. Not because Hana and Gabriel were nowhere here, but because I realized that, time is still in the convent. Everything outside was constantly growing and changing, while inside, nothing was happening. We were only praying, singing, and doing chores repeatedly as time passed by. Then we would wither, and that was the end of it. I already knew this before, but I only fully realized now because of the changes that the knights of Saint Christopher endowed. I am not saying I enjoyed the challenges, the problems, and the pain, but I grew as a person because of it. I was unmoving. And I wanted the world to see me move. I raised my hand, and interrupted Siter Rene or Mother Rene as she continued with the homily which she already discussed thrice now. I n
Última actualización : 2021-02-28Mathilda The Girl Who Stayed
Days had passed, and Gabriel was still resting in the infirmary. He was enjoying the comfort and the attention. He will wake up the moment he had gotten tired of it. I was telling myself that to feel ease, and to assure myself that he would wake up. But it was starting to work less. I was alone with him, and his father was letting me which I found odd given his nature. But he kept surprising me, for there were times that he would visit Gabriel. He would stand behind the door and watched him from there. They did not have the best relationship, I assumed. I turned the pages of the book in my hand, and started reading it, “Long ago, the land of Hemsworth was cursed by the witch they had burned at the stake. Her words withered the crops and killed the livestock, making everyone famished.” “The people started stealing from the table of their nei
Última actualización : 2021-02-28Mathilda The Sleeping Seraph
She was her title to me. A mother. The sisters raised us all, but I called her mother when I was two. And I only stopped calling her that when I found out the definition of convent in the encyclopedia, why there were lots of sisters and no fathers in our home, and why we were praying words we could not understand instead of playing. But still, even it was only her title and even I halted calling her mama, she never stopped being one to me. She would sing me a song on my bed because the night was too long for a child. She would reprimand me with a stick on her hand but she never actually hit me. She would explain the whys I could not get from books. And she would carry me from the ground because I got tired from playing to much. She became the figure I longed for as a child and she painted my childhood with affection. And because of that, I was able to know what was love like. I was able t
Última actualización : 2021-02-28Mathilda The Irony
“How could she be the same sister if the photo was taken decades ago?” I asked Gabriel. “I don’t know, but you are looking at its result.” His was starting to be breathy. “Do you think it is really possible that this is Mother Renata?” I asked again. But Gabriel did not respond as he was bearing the pain. He was paler than before, and when I looked at his arm, the wimple around it was not drenched from his blood. “We have to go.” I announced, hiding the photograph on my cloth pocket. And then I carried his weight again. He was grunting the whole time we were climbing the stairs. When we reached the opened door, I peeked out, seeing that the chapter house was still silent and empty. I sat him on a chair, so I could slide back the wall. And when I turned back around, Mother Renata was calmly gazing at
Última actualización : 2021-02-28
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