Kassian.It had taken Kassian days to plan and fix his schedule so that he could fit in an impromptu visit to Portburgh and still, the earliest that he could manage had left him reaching the Pursioe manor at dead hours of the night.It was too late for him to join the ball without breaking the festivities' flow and too early to find Vivanna indoors during a ball. He had intended to meet with the Marquess during the gala as she had been requesting his presence. Still, he would have to schedule another date for their meeting because he only intended to stay the night in Portburgh. Come morn, and he was set to leave with Vivanna to Envia, where

It only took a second for Miss Monet to throw her piece of chalk to the slumbering girl, and two for the boy in front of her to catch it mid-air before it landed on her head, causing the class to ‘oooooh.’“Haha, very funny Rodrick, wake your corporal punishment buddy up while you are at it!” Miss Monet responded sarcastically.Annabelle snorted then rose suddenly from her desk, a paper, which was the only belonging she had brought, stuck to her cheeks.“Wha- what did I miss?” she asked loudly, causing the cla

It was bedtime now, and the twins had gone down relatively easy, perhaps that was because they were full tonight, either way, it made night activities easier.Annabelle turned off the lights to the makeshift bed that she had learned a few months ago was actually called a ‘bathtub’, but filled with blankets; it made the perfect bed for the twins.She walked over to the still-lit common room then examined the groups that had formed.Out of the twenty-four, four of them were not allowed in the field for any ‘muscle’ work: the twins, the recently pregnant Trie and her.She did perform the usual tasks like pickpocketing if the need arose, but mostly she just sang on the upper side of town, an area where almost no one from the orphanage frequented.The only reason why she was not allowed in the field was:“Annabelle! Start here!!” Cindy yelled as she waved her hand from side to side.Cindy had pink and bl

                                      “You remind me of butterflies.                               You move as in the way their bodies fling,                                  Gently carried about by the wind,                                            From dawn till dusk,                                  I can hardly remember your love.                                          The crevice

The funeral was short, well as short as most unofficial funerals held by kids were, not that there was even a scale that they could compare to.The unexpected turf war had cut them short from twenty-four to eighteen, and they were now at the mercy of paying the big five ‘protection’ money.But those were not the only unexpected changes. Davis hardly spoke, and one would think that Trie had cursed him, but worse was the state of the brain. All she did was draw maps and pathways. She would light up the areas where cameras could reach and highlight the blind spots. She hardly ate, hardly spoke, and since the war, she had not attended any more poetry lessons.Betsy lost her right leg, and the group was now divided.Everything was falling apart, and like water, it was impossible to scoop the mess.“Belle, you should…” Rodrick approached the haggard mess in the corner of the common room, next to maps, papers and marking, th