Tomorrow came by fast for Serra. Her eyes were a little puffed from crying and deciding what she has to do. Surely she won’t be able to go to the police and help when she was warned by those loan sharks that even the police officers are in alliance with them. She is dead meat.
“Serra!” Marmi calls, running to her with a big bright smile. But when she got close her smiles faded. “What’s with your face? Are you okay?!”
Serra had to level the kind of smile Marmi had. “Yes! And to support the yes, do you have a concert that is free tonight? I think I want to go have fun with you!”
“What?” Marmi’s jaw dropped and her face came alive once more. “Of course! There is one at the Loop’s Dome! The Rocketeers are performing! Are you sure?”
“Yes, I am so sure!” Serra giggles that made Marmi hug her tightly, shifting weight side by side. This is where Serra flashed a sad smile. At least for the last time, she is going to make her friend happy. “We better get to class first, Marmi!”
“Oh, yeah! We’re running late!” And so they ran together into their class.
Being inside the classroom, Serra never felt it was boring. She was always paying attention to everything their teacher says or write but right now it doesn’t matter. She was going to die. Now looking back at it, she worked so hard to have a better future and yet, trusting somebody and being too nice ruined her.
As promised, after class, Serra went with Marmi to Loop’s Dome for the concert. For a moment there, Serra was laughing genuinely with Marmi, enjoying the remaining moments of her life. She sipped a little on her friend’s glass, talked to strangers, and jumped with the beat. If only she knew this feeling first. If only she had no debt to pay.
“That was amazing!” Marmi yelled as they walk to the bus stop. “You see? There is so much more to life than studying and working! You’re young, Serra! We are young! Next time we get you a boyfriend!”
Serra laughed. “Sure thing!” she agreed.
“Are you really Serra?” Marmi squinted her eyes at her. Serra thinks it was cute when Marmi did that and she nodded. “Well, I don’t know what happened but I like you better now!”
When they arrived at the waiting shed, the bus was already there and so Marmi needed to go. Before she went, Serra hugged her friend super tight for eight seconds and moved away. Marmi had her eyes wide.
“What was that for?” Marmi asked.
“I am sorry. It took me long to go with you to a concert. I love you!”
Marmi crossed her brows but then she smiled at Serra and curved her mouth upwards into a smile. Serra needed to bite her lower lip so she doesn’t cry.
“I love you! I will see you tomorrow! I’ll bring lunch for us both!”
A wave was the last gesture she gave Marmi. She breathes out loudly, turning around to walk somewhere far from home. It’s time.
Standing on a bridge would cause so much trouble gaining a lot of attention from the passerby. So, Serra went down, under the bridge. No one will notice her. She took off her shoes and socks and her bag at the side. Then she moved forward, touching her feet with the cold water.
The city light by the water was nice to look at, she wonder if she could see the bridge’s light from below. The dusk will not let anyone see her. This is a perfect time and she is ready.
Serra continues to walk further, to a deeper part until all her body was under the water and she let her air go. Bubbles were seen from the surface but of course, no one was around. No one will notice every bubble popping-- her life drains.
And so, Clairra visits the old mage in his humble home. She enters from the open door without knocking for she knows the mage is aware of her presence. There was no living room or any chair. She was directed to a messy room of books lying everywhere and the old mage sitting in the air, holding one in his hands.“There is no way to get to the Sage unless he wants to see you, my dear priestess,” the old mage, Heije bluntly told her. He was not even looking at her.“How important is this Sage? Why can’t I get to him?”“Let me see,” he closes his book and with his wrinkly face looked at her, “he can easily turn the emperor of the North against you.”“Fair enough.” Clairra clears her throat. “I am certain you know what troubles we have here on our land, old mage. You know very well that the demons are attacking us. I have to do some--”“It’s always you that has to do something, my dear priestess,” the old mage interrupted her, “Why not the generals? Why have not the elders that live on top
"And you are here once more, priestess of the East."Clairra swallowed hard as she raises her head. She was scared of the tomorrow without her looking after her people but this sacrifice that she's going to make is for her people. And to the soul that's from another world, she hopes she doesn't try to die in this era as well. "I have decided," she stated. "I bargain my soul for that spell, Sage of No Name.""Very well," he uttered, taking heavy steps towards her and stopping when he was in front of her. His finger slowly lifted and touched her forehead. A crescent moon marking appeared on her forehead but after a second, it disappeared. "Your lips are to be touched by the demon's lips and he will be under your command.""Will it really work?"The Sage of No Name slowly nodded his head. "Once you do, your soul will be bargained. You're wise. You would not show up in front of me if you had not found yourself a solution, priestess of the east.""Of course!"For the first time, the Sage
Slowly getting Serra's consciousness back, she gradually opens her heavy eyes only to find a weird setup. She spent her time just gazing, wondering if it was the ceiling or a hood of a bed. Am I in heaven? She raises her hand and moved her fingers. It seemed real but her hands were looking softer than she remembers. She doesn't even remember having a soft bed. When she realized that, she abruptly sat up, looking at her surrounding through what seemed to be a thin curtain that was tied to the poles on each corner of the bed. Serra felt like she was in a lucid dream so she decided to pinch her arm but all she felt is a little pain from pinching herself."What in the world is this?" she murmurs under her breath. "Is this how it is to die?"Right at that moment, there was someone knocking on the door which made her look that way. Before she could utter any words, it suddenly opened, revealing someone who is as pretty as a sunrise. Perhaps an angel."You're awake!" the lady gasped the mo
(Serra's POV)The letter didn't contain why I couldn't remember living as Clairra. Written there were just details of who Clairra is, her responsibilities as a priestess and to take care of her husband-to-be. If I am really Clairra, why would I write that letter? Have I known that I would forget?"My priestess, is the temperature of the water just right?" Eyaren asked.I open my eyes and turned to her with a smile. "Yes, it is. I'm just really wondering why there have to be so many servants in this room when I can bathe myself." "I can make them leave, priestess.""Please do."Eyaren did as I instructed. Finally! Time for me to think. I still can't shake the fact that this seemed like a dream or an experiment. What if I was just saved to be fooled into thinking I'm in another universe? Scientists are crazy. The world has gone insane so it can be the answer.This isn't my only problem. I am going to get married soon to someone I don't recall ever meeting. Do I even love him? Maybe w
Once awoken, Serra abruptly sit up, wide awake while touching her neck with shaken hand. She feels alright, no pain or anything but she’s just scared. Was it a nightmare? She asked herself. “You’re awake,” a masculine voice said that made her look up. Her eyes immediately grew large to see the man who was draining her life in the nightmare. “It seems like your spell had worked on me.”Spell? What does he mean? Serra was left to stare at him with furrowed brows. Earlier she thought it would be the last pain but here she is ending up alive again. Strange enough, she don’t feel any pain in her body. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she stated. “Who are you anyway? What’s your deal with me?” He raised a brow, a smirk forming at the side of his mouth. Sera couldn’t help but feel alarmed by it but she could never shout. “You tricked me, Priestess. And now you’re acting like you don’t know who you’re betrothed to.” It took Serra a couple of moments to finally figure it out. Thi
Serra was told to rest by the demon that took her. It has never occurred to her until now that she doesn't know his name yet. She couldn't sleep knowing she is in an unfamiliar place again. Why don't I check the place? Tiptoeing to the door, she reaches for the handle. Her face lightened when she found the door unlocked. She sticks her head out, looks right, and then left. There was no guard at all so she opened the door wider and stepped outside. The only lights were from candles and she felt terrified. "Ha! This is nothing compared to my way home in that other world!" She muttered and bravely made her way to the hallway. As she goes on, she finds scratched paintings and most of them ruined, hanging for their existence. Some of it is even on the cold floor already and she swallows hard, thinking about the danger she might encounter. Not long enough she finds herself in front of a staircase. This seemed to be a ballroom with a roof made of glass in which the moonlight reaches the
"Zeirux is the name given to me," he answers and before she could ask any more questions, he snapped his fingers and he was gone in an instant."What the heck?" Serra gasped. She knew this world is full of magic but to see him disappear like that shocks her. "I can never escape him if he can teleport!"The very next day, Serra woke up later than Zierux had expected so he teleported in her room. He got worried that the damn human who tricked him would get an upset stomach for not getting her meal at the right time. But as soon as he sees her in a messed-up sleeping position, he knew he was overreacting."Does she always sleep like this?" he mumbled, frowning as he strides towards her bed. Zierux stared at the priestess he once trusted, his eyes blazed with hatred at her betrayal. He can't seem to shake what had happened between them. That very night, he let himself feel what humans called love and on that same night, that feeling was taken away. A soft groan snapped Zierux out of his
The sight of food had Serra drooling and she could not help herself but dig in. She didn't care about what these men thought of her until this new guy asked. "Has the priestess always behaved like this?" She chokes on it and coughs, reaching for a glass of water. "I hear the Priestess is scary but I see you're a joker," he added.How do I act? she asked herself. How the hell does a priestess act? Ah! Right! Royalties in movies! I'm sure they use more words and go around the bush!Serra clears her throat and fixed her posture before smiling at Narth. "My apologies. I could not stop myself from seeing the delicious meal prepared. I shall keep in mind the persona that you have in me."The trembling of her legs was quite obvious to Narsh and he smiled it away. "Forgive my calling you a joker," he apologized and she flashes a smile. "From today on I will be attending you on the sideline. If I may ask, how are you finding the maids?""I just met them," she answers. It would be useful if