In a cold room where no window existed, not even a small hole. The walls were tightly packed with cement, making the temperature inside the room worse. Completely torn off from the outside world, tangled in chains that were highly coated with a forbidden spell.
A lamp was hanging up in the corner, the yellow flames within it were enough to show a silhouette standing in the middle of the cold room. Chains tightly tangled around his wrists, the room was so cold and silent, even the blood drops falling from his wrists on the cold ground made a loud and clear sound.
The person standing in between the room, tightly held down by chains with spells was no one other than a woman. Her silhouette was at least 167 cm long. Her white robe was drenched in blood, some blood stains were dry and some were newly formed. Her mouth was tightly shut by one of the spells, trailing her off from casting her own magic.
As if this wasn't enough to stop her from escaping, both of her index fingers were broken, trailing her off once again from using any of her spells. Notwithstanding, she tried to cast a spell but failed miserably due to her lack of stamina.
But still stood as if she hadn't been ruthlessly tortured for a week straight now. Her posture was straight, her expression was stern and her eyes were cold. Not a hint of tear or pain within those green eyes.
Her long, brown, and thick hair was draping down on her shoulders like a curtain, and some were resting on her back, somehow giving her a little warmth. Her face hung low as she pondered over the barbarous being who caught her.
She slightly raised her eyes once she heard footsteps coming towards the room. The surroundings were so calm, the footsteps were even louder as if the person was walking in anger. In no time, the door flung open by a strong kick, half hanging by the strings for his dear life.
She did not flinch.
She was one of the masters of the Liberation front sect.
She lowered her gaze, not wanting to see the person before her. The man standing in front of her was almost 190 cm tall, and he had such pale skin...it was so pale, you can even spot him in the darkest of the dark room because of his pale skin. After all, he was the head of the Linya clan. He easily overshadowed her silhouette with his.
She dared to look up right into his eyes.
The man was breathtakingly handsome, he was tall and had pale skin. His hair was dark black and long till his waist, they were slightly wavy. His eyebrows were sharp like blades, they were thick and black going well with his pale skin. His eyelashes were thick and long too and his eyes were so black and deep, they were so cold, she could hear screams of those who he killed brutally in the depth of his dark black orbs.
His nose was thin and sleek, and his lips were thin and long but even after all these godly features, he possessed the personality of a devil. In the eyes of the people, he was nothing but a monster seeking another monster. Trampling people's life, trampling clans and sects just to bring someone like himself back to life.
He wore a black robe with a black leather belt around his strong slender waist. He wore long black shoes just like her. They were ending below their knees. His sleeves were tight unlike hers, they were wide. A black wolf's fur scarf was resting on his broad shoulders and his lapel had golden embroidery on it.
She never pitied herself, no matter what she went through...but one thing made her pity herself. She engraved his flame tattoo between her chest and he engraved her flame tattoo on his right arm. Their souls were tangled but none of them cared.
They were going against fate.
"Even after all this I still see no reaction on your face. I must say... you're truly from the liberation front, judging by those green eyes you belong to the scarlet blossom clan." He said, his dark black eyes looking at her from head to toe. He took a step closer to her, they had an arm gap between them. This was the first time he, himself showed up. The first time, she had a close look at him. Before that, it was either his men torturing her for answers or some delicate maids with food that almost tastes like a gutter.
"You bear no feminine behavior. No delicacy at all...even after being from such a gentle clan." He said he had seven percent coldness in his eyes and three percent anger.
"What a crappy match God has made. You see I'm into a woman who is delicate, soft, and extremely beautiful. The one who trembles beneath me even when I just look at them. That makes me look more powerful." He said and she snorted. Finally looking up into his eyes.
She was not delicate, she was not soft. She did not tremble beneath his gaze; instead, she passed him a gold, icy look with a stern face.
She was his soulmate, downright opposite to his taste.
Her snort was enough to mock him, the side of his lips twitched and he did not remove the spell from her lips.
"No matter what I did, you still did not speak. Tell me should I pull out that tongue of yours? After all, your magic all relies on your voice." He said, threatening her, wanting to see a reaction from her but she stood unfazed. Coldly staring into his soul.
"Should I cut your already broken figure so that you won't be able to use any of your spells anymore? They are useless anyway." He said, staring down at her as if she was a peasant. She never cursed her fate for her hard life but she did when she suddenly engraved his tattoo on her chest.
But still did not waver.
Seeing her unfazed, his jaw clenched in anger. His seven percent cold turned into seven percent anger and three percent anger turned into three percent hatred.
His eyes suddenly caught fresh blood trailing down her cheek from the fresh beat she got an hour ago.
Such satisfaction he got whenever he saw blood. He raised his long and pale hand, it was so pale his veins beneath the skin can be seen easily. Without a second thought, an idea crossed his mind and he decided to touch her even though he had no desire to.
He brought his hand closer to her cheek and caressed the blood trailing down her cheek. After everything he had heard about her, how holy she is, how chaste she is...he wanted to test something. His wicked intention always gets others and sometimes himself too.
As soon as his cold hand came in contact with her cold cheek. Her eyes slightly widened in anger and she pulled away as if burnt by his touch. The loud noise of chains suddenly echoed in the deadly silent room. She abruptly stepped back and rubbed her cheek on her shoulder aggressively before passing him a disgusting look, her eyes were red as if angry.
He could not help but stare at her...the corner of his lips slightly curved up once his black cold orbs got buried into her green one. Those green orbs held anger and disgust in them.
She was acting like she was robbed of her chastity in front of the whole crowd.
"I see..." He whispered under his breath. Nothing made her react but his slightest touch.
He felt sudden excitement...after all, he loved pain and loved to see people in pain. Since nothing made her answer...his touch will.
As if he forgot...if he was the 'Devil on earth', 'The dark blade of Linya', 'The leader of the shadow army' then she was the master of those disciples who was blooming within her guidelines and will attain the world in the future.
They were different, so different, yet bound by fate.
Will the flame vanish before it can even bloom?
The ending of summer.The beginning of Autumn.Autumn leaves fall from the tree onto the wet slippery rock. Some of them rested on the surface of the lake beside the tree, flowing with the water, some rested on the slippery wet rocks under the shadow of the tree and some flew away with the flow of wind. The surroundings were colder and the wind danced around the long grass, trees, mountains, and people, making them shiver and stammer within their sentences.One after another autumn leaves fall from the tree after losing all their life. Until a slender and soft hand caught one of the dead leaves between her delicate fingers. She brought the leaf near her nose and sniffed it, it had an earthly scent. She smiled and let go of the leaf as soon as a gust of wind stroked her delicate figure. The leaf flew away with the wind and she watched it. Her long black hair swayed with the wind continuously. A gentle smile on her face as she looked around the lake with her gentle eyes. "Helice."Th
Her name was Megara Daybrace from the Scarlet Blossom Clan.As the saying goes around in this sect, 'She was ethereal but it was all in vain.' Beauty cannot fight fate.Some beautiful ones are fated with unsightly ones.Some are beautiful but unsightly within, some are unsightly but beautiful within, all fated.Thus for Megara beauty was nothing...it was all about fate.Which unfortunately was infrequently on her side."Pardon us, Master," Helice said and all four of them stood in line beside each other. Facing their master with a straight stance and warm characteristics. "Where were you this morning?" Megara asked Helice as she slowly walked up to them. Her hands were behind her back as she stood straight with a stern look on her face.She looked at Helice before looking at others indifferently. "I...overslept." Helice said and slightly gulped, barely keeping eye contact with Megara. This woman's eyes were like sharp weapons when she was dissatisfied. Helice lowered her eyes as she
At the entrance of the mountain."Have you guys packed all of your significant possessions?" Megara inquired once she reached the entrance of the sect. "Yes." All four of her students said in unison. She nodded and grabbed her horse reins, mounting her horse with her disciples. All of them were wearing clothes that common people usually wear since they did not want to uncover their originality. Megara's horse was in between them as she carefully eyed each of her disciples.Her eyes paused on Helice who was looking pale. Her lips were blue and her hands were tightly holding onto her horse reins. She seems to be pondering something very seriously."No need to be nervous, Helice." Helice snapped out of her thoughts once she heard Megara's voice. She looked up at her master in a trance, her eyes unfocused for a second. "I know but this mission truly depends on my portal magic. What if I ceased to function?" She asked, her tone slightly hoarse."It's alright. As long as I'm here...you do
It was Evandros Linya's room.She took a sharp breath in and slightly turned her head to look at the guard behind her. She decided to use her magic on him but by the time she turned to look at him, he wasn't standing alone. There was a maid beside him and both of them were looking at her.She was standing at a dead end.If these people didn't go straight and took the path next to her they will immediately find out about the knocked-out maid on foot. She swallowed but her throat was dry. She can feel her palm sweating.With no option, she slowly opened the door and walked inside. She kept her head low and swung her ponytail in front of her face, trying to hide her features as much as she can. She slowly raised her green orbs and was stunned beyond her wits by the obscene scene before her.She snapped her gaze down at the ground and slowly walked towards the table which was placed in front of the huge window. Even the curtains weren't down. The table was surrounded by pricey and fancy c
"Master? Are you alright?" Darcy bent down beside Megara who was seating on the sword. They had no option but to invoke their swords and get out of the clan as soon as possible. Once they were out of the clan then only did they breathe out.Megara who was sitting on Darcy's sword up in the air was somewhere in a trance, worrying her disciples riding the swords around her. Her left arm was pulsing in misery but she endured it like she always did. "Yeah, we must step down in the Yarin village and immediately depart for the sect," Megara said and looked around at her disciples. Her expressions were stern like steel and her eyes were cold as usual. The expressions on her disciple's face were somewhat looked distressed. They looked defeated. Yarin village was located between the Linya Clan and Liberation front sect. They left their horses in the inn they paid for and immediately sat off for the Linya Clan. Now they were heading back to the village.Megara lowered her gaze and looked dow
Nowhere.Such things as suddenly having a mark out of nowhere in your twenties were written nowhere. In no books, in no vision, nowhere. The books were scattered everywhere on the floor of Blossom's room but the answer she was looking for was nowhere.She stood up from the floor and started to pace around the room. She was anxious. She doesn't remember who she touched back then. It's impossible to suddenly have a mark. If you had a soulmate fate will naturally bond both of you within time.If she has a soulmate then she can't get with Evenor. She rubbed her temples in sheer confusion and frustration. She closed her eyes and tried to remember past occurrences. She didn't touch any man other than her disciples who were not eighteen yet....the only one she had slight skin-to-skin contact with was...Evandro's Linya.She licked her chapped lips and shook her head.Although every proof was pointing towards him she refused to believe it and kept shaking her head in denial. "Unthinkable...
The day to depart for the wedding came like lightning.Steeds and carriages were in front of the mountain's entrance. Some mounted on their horses, mostly men, and some settled down in their carriages, mostly women including the headmaster's daughter-in-law.Megara stood beside her old uncle, both of them holding onto their horse reins waiting for everyone to settle down so they can start their voyage.Out of nowhere, she felt someone gazing at her so she wandered her eyes around, her heartbeat skipped when her eyes met Evenor's. He sat on his horse ever so elegantly, looking like a true warrior. As gentle as his features were, his eyes were cold. He stared at her with a stern expression not tearing his gaze away even when he was caught by her.She felt a sudden pain in her chest. She gripped the reins tighter and lowered her eyes, turning her face away from him. She knew why he was giving her such looks and she wouldn't blame him. She has been ignoring him ever since she has been ma
"Where have you been?" Evenor stood in the foyer of the inn along with the others. As soon as she strode inside she was met by them. "I was just strolling in the market." She said and looked around at the others behind him. Her gaze went toward the females standing behind Evenor and some beside their soulmates. All of them were dressed nicely and looked beautiful. They looked delicate and fragile, the incident which just occurred a few minutes ago has her thinking about stuff she never thought about.She could not help but glance down at herself. She was rather dressed like the men here. She looked up at Evenor and found him staring at her with a frown. "Ah-uh, are you fellows proceeding somewhere?" She asked and Evenor passed her a gentle smile. "Yes, We are heading to the main hall of the sect. Since the wedding is arriving soon almost all the guests are here. Marco has arranged a gathering up there before the wedding." Evenor said and Megara slightly withered. She didn't look q