Tears' Curse

-Watson Soons Residence, 2019- Hopping down the empyrean loop after peeking through several times, Miracle came to a foreign land. She looked around. The warm sensation of wild grasses along with a wave of sea-scented air welcomed her presence. Her shoes were gone. Layers of her silky garments were changed into a set that she had no connection with—a pink cotton T-shirt and a pair of black ripped jeans. She touched her head. Her silver chains were no longer on her too. 'So this is the version of their world,' she muttered inwardly, recalling the lessons she learned about humans. "Good day." A deep voice shifted her attention. "Here, wear these." He placed the jelly flip-flop next to her bare feet. "T-Thanks..." She lifted her eyes to the middle-aged man standing before her. "And you are?" "Amenxious. This is Hayden, the TinXi," he said, giving her a slight gentlemanly bow. "It's a pleasure to meet you." TinXi, the border keepers of the mortal world. Blessed with half immortality

"Third one. No more time to waste," Kingsley said as they roamed the streets. Blue eddies surfaced around Lyn's spearpoint blade, forming a spiritual connection with the fiery presence of his Timeless Flare. His skin was topped with rime, and the blood in his veins was starting to freeze. But he sensed no pain. Right then, an intense wave of heat swam throughout his body. A hint of blue flicked across his eyes for a brief second before the heat surged over in a hurry to mingle well with the icy energy. Created by the same swordsmith, these swords opposed one another if one lived for a different purpose. Because of the thick stains of blood and tears, Deathless Ice and Timeless Flare had been painted with a strong will to obey their owners till death did them part. Kingsley led the way through the bushes, up the trees, and down into the tunnels. He scanned the surroundings. Eerily darker. Most of the shops were closed, and the only lights that brightened up the whole area were the o

The sea was furious. Howling gales induced attacks of the waves, challenging the level of the land. Fallen leaves were strewn about at a hurried pace. Bins placed at each junction of the streets toppled over and scattered the trashes along the roads, further worsening the existing mess. The choice Hayden and Miracle were about to make seemed to have angered nature. When the twins saw a stranger at their doorstep, their expressions darkened, especially when they caught sight of the brutal condition of his chest. No explanation was needed. It was clear that the person had been attacked by Mynheex. What worried them was not the attack but the fact that he was still alive. On top of that, bringing a mortal into their house wasn't a smart choice. True, their house was indeed a place to stay. But at the same time, it was a hideout for dragons to complete their missions in this world. A place meant to be kept away from humans. Standing with legs apart, Kingsley folded his arms across his

They killed him. They killed his buddy! Kingsley crouched by his bed, his fingers trembling as he slid open the wooden memory box he treasured. Looking at the photos, nostalgia streaked through him when he saw the particular piece. His stream leaked. It was the first surprise birthday party Peter held for him. The memory said it all—whipped cream smeared everywhere, chocolate cake smashed flat on the table, and Peter standing behind Kingsley, holding another lump of cream in his hand. Lyn was at the side, joining their friend for another cream attack on her brother. Everybody was happy. Nobody was leaving. "I'm sorry, Kingsley." Miracle broke the silence after staying in his room for fifteen minutes. He ignored her apology. "You know what he said here?" Running his fingers across the picture, he traced the features of his dead friend with deep affection. "He said 'Oh, come on, Kingsley! Birthday cakes are never meant to be eaten. They're meant to be ruined for greater happiness

"Gosh, Miracle! I really don't have an answer to that!" Lyn exclaimed, squeezing out too much anti-acne cream on her palm. "How can you not know? You've been here longer than I do!" Miracle shot up from the turquoise queen-sized bed and threw a pillow in her direction. "Being here early doesn't mean I know everything!" She twisted her body and dodged the hit. "It's clear that Mynheex has gotten so much stronger than before. We could hardly trace them out even if they were to disguise themselves among the humans," she said, tossing it back. "That's why I'm asking if they have any marks!" "Trust me." Lyn stomped toward Miracle and snatched her pillow. "We don't know any more than you do. This is the first time somebody actually asked me this question. We all know how dangerous it is to catch a glimpse at their marks even if they have one." When the room fell into silence, she continued, "Miracle, Mynheex ate too many humans. They conceal their breath of immortality so well that it's