Prologue.

Pardon me! The novel "The bride of the Ego's'' is undergoing re-editing to suit your taste. So don't wonder why some chapters are missing, I hope you understand, thank you.

.Unknown point of view. 

       The room was crowded with audience and journalists, the audience roared with all their might, each having a question to ask, not giving anyone a chance to respond. I could hardly recognize her anymore seeing how much she's grown in the last few years. She raised her hand high to silence the crowd, then she spoke. "I'm telling you that there is nothing supernatural, no such thing as ghosts or witches." Mirabel strongly protested.

     "Then what about the reports on spirits caught on camera did people make that up or did the cameras lie." A reporter asked.

      "And are you saying that there's nothing as a god?" Another asked.

     "So what do you want the people to do to forget our beliefs?" Another asked.

       She turned to the third and smiled. "Am not saying that everyone should forget about it just like that, once you get used to this idea you'll see you'll understand. The human mind is partially to blame. You see, we all wanted someone to lean one and someone to hold responsible for our daily life so that our mind kept sending this idea to our brain." She signaled for something and they brought forth an apple. "Take a look at what colour this is." She said holding out a red apple.

        "Red." everyone shouted.

        She nodded. "Good, I've heard people say you can't paint red blue, but I believe our mind can, it could blind us from seeing the truth, take a look at the color blind they think it's blue or green not because they want to but that is what the mind wants them to think so I believe that the problems of everyone standing here is that we all want to believe what our mind wants us to believe". She shouted. "It can blind us from seeing the truth, that these things are just the work of our mind, they are illusions and nothing more."

        "So are you saying that there is no god." Another asked. She thought for a while of what to say, she looked around the faces of the crowd and suddenly, our eyes met.

      Oh no, she's notices me, I who was staring boldly at her. She watched as I smiled at her and got confused, not remembering what to say, or what to do until I waved at her snapping her mind back to reality. "Well, well... I guess I'm saying that if there's nothing as the supernatural then there's nothing as a god. Thank you." No did she end she conference quickly because of me, this is bad.

     I stood up and walked out of the room before she could, and while looking back I saw as she grabbed her things and ran out from the conference room in pursuit of me, forcing me to hide at a corner. Once she arrived, she stood still searching for me. I wondered what I should do at the moment, should I come out then, or should I wait for her to leave first. What if I go out there and she doesn't recognize me, what then? There was a sudden loud honk. She walked closer to the vehicle and smiled at the young man who seems to be waiting for her, he's slightly taller than she is, with red lips and has dark ebony hair and styled in a nice coat, a scarf around his neck, leader shoes and she a young slim gorgeous lady with style and fashion, she has black eyes, brown hair, red lips and a hot figure. She walks up to him, puts her arms around him and gives him a kiss. "And the meeting." He asked.

         "Nailed it." She replied with a smile. I smiled when I saw her finger, I had no idea these two got engaged. I felt my heart sink the more I saw them happy, if only that person was me. But, I have hurt her more than anyone else, so there was obviously no way I could be the one by her side right now. "And my things?" She asked.

       His mood appeared a bit down once she asked for her things. "Right in the car now are you sure you don't want your driver to drop you off, I don't think it's a good idea to leave 3 days before the wedding". He said with concern written all over his face.

        "Am sure, I'll leave today and come back tomorrow I swear, trust me Peter." she pleaded.

        Her fiancé was clearly distressed. "I do trust you that's why I'm letting you go this once." He paused and caressed his temple, while trying to process what he wants to say. "It's just, be safe ok." 

       "Sure Dad, love you." She teased him with a laugh. This young lady's life was about to change for good. As she said her last goodbye to him and she drove off, her hand still shooting out of the window and waving back at him.