“Harold, no!” Editha rushed to where her granddaughter is. She tried to remove the grasp her husband had on Amilia. “No! No, please. She’s your granddaughter. No.” She pleaded. Harold swings his arms that were holding Amilia’s neck so both women get thrown to the side. Editha’s back bumped at the wall. She winced in pain and when she had recovered, she went to where Amilia was. She gathered the poor child in her arms and hugged her. “Amilia, wake up. Wake up, dear?” Harold grabbed a fistful of Editha’s hair forcefully and made her look at him. He was amused. It was the first time that he saw the woman with such hatred and, did he just see disgust? Harold smiled. But that didn’t affect Editha’s determination. This was making Harold thrilled so much that he wanted to laugh out loud. She released Editha and stood. Dusting his pants, he looks at the woman. “You are very lucky tonight. I’m amused, Editha. Why don’t you entertain me more?” With that, he left. Editha watched the man dis

“Amilia! Are you back? Are you there?” Amilia heard some hush whispers on her door followed by knocks. She yawned and stretch. She had slept on the sofa last night and let Editha sleep on her bed. Her body ached a little but it was not a worry at the moment. It was the man who was watching her at the side. The Fallen. Before Amilia could say a word, she heard the knocks again. She got up. Glancing at the bedroom door, she opened her front door. “Amilia!” Lizzie beamed that earned a shush from Zephyr. Lizzie ignored the man. She was busy hugging her friend, whom she had not seen for a while. Amilia slowly and carefully removed Lizzie’s vice grip on her body. She can now feel that she was sucking Lizzie’s energy. She can feel her body absorbing something from Lizzie. “I’m happy to see you too, Lizz. But maybe we can take this inside.” Amilia offered. The three of them went inside. Lizzie settled down on the couch while Zephyr was scanning the surrounding before carefully placing him

“Tell me, what is happening? You said that I can go wherever I want when we reached here. But now, what? You want me to live with people I barely know?” To say that Editha was angry was an understatement. She was fuming with rage. Amilia and her friends had picked her up from the grocery store and then drive her, not to Amila’s apartment, but to a diner where Amilia said she was working. That’s not all, Amilia also told her that the woman would be living there with the owner of the diner. “Editha, I can’t explain everything to you right now without sounding crazy. But I need you to believe me, just as how you believed me when we left your house.” Amilia rumbled. “Did Harold catch up with us?” The old woman asked which Amilia answered with a shake of her head. “Then at least tell me why do I have to live here? Amilia, I may be old but I’m not stupid!” Editha exclaimed. Amilia sighed. She really can’t explain everything to her grandmother. It was hard telling her that her granddaug

“Soon, my child. Soon heaven will come down to touch the ground. The choir will sing their beautiful song. When the sea was at its most calm state. When the tress bows down to kiss the earth. When the wind will help you kneel. Soon, the soldiers will gather to face you. But remember this child, you can always decide the day. Soon might be, tomorrow or the other day. Or it might be now. Choose, my child. Choose wisely.” ✒✒✒ Amilia woke up with a jolt. She had fallen asleep at the bedside table. After the small incident yesterday, Amilia and the others spent the remaining hours going through the grimoire again. Of course, sometime later, the Fallen disappear. That didn’t surprise Amilia but she needed to explain things to Lizzie. The Fallen had told them his fair share of knowledge about the Bellua and the Weaver’s plan. Or maybe, it was the Steward who was behind all of this. Amilia looked around the room. Lizzie was sleeping soundly on her bed. The grimoire was under her arms. Zephy

“Oh my God!” Amilia gasp and clutch her chest as she takes in everything she was seeing. She had found the children. She didn’t know if it was a good thing or not. The good thing is that she had found them, the bad thing is their current state. They were not hurdled on the side like the ones she saw in her hometown, no. The children in front of her are doing different things. They were cluttered all around the place. Boys and girls, running around and chasing each other. Some were at the side of the room just minding their own business. It may look pretty normal but it makes Amilia nauseous. The children who were running around and chasing each other were shouting curses and saying bad things about the other. And the ones at the corner were doing something a child should not do. They are engaging in intercourse like they were being forced to do it. “Purest soul.” Amilia blurted out. “It was what appeal to them before they die. And their soul was stuck in here doing the last thing t