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“I have been waiting,” the Weaver said as he stared at Amilia. He was sitting on the couch; his back was leaning on the backrest and his arms were resting on the side of the couch. He looked very relaxed and was teasing Amilia but his tattered appearance of him was visible. There was also a Stray at his side looking menacingly at Amilia. Amilia stood there, looking at her living room. It was like that day all over again. They had invaded her home and were acting like they own the place. Amilia steeled herself and confront the Weaver. “What are you doing here?” Amilia mentally patted her back when she managed to ask that question without her voice cracking. She was nervous and scared even but she didn’t want the Weaver to know any of that emotion. She wouldn’t break down in front of him again. She was strong now and she would put a front just so she can put an end to this. “Miss me? I have been waiting for a long time.” the Weaver leaned back further on the backrest. “What, are yo

The Weaver didn’t expect anything from Amilia. He was dismissing what happened earlier as a coincidence so, when she attacked him again, he was caught off guard. For some reason, she had gained strength out of the blue. Her grip on his neck was stronger than any normal person’s. Even stronger than the angels. It can level with the Steward. “What…?” He was stunned. Amilia only smirked at him and squeezed his neck. But the Weaver wasn’t letting her do what she wanted so easily. He held her on the waist and lift her. He managed to separate her from him when he threw Amilia on the wall as if she was just a measly rug. Amilia fell into a coughing fit when her back hit the wall. She was on her knees and he back was in sharp pain. The Weaver was also coughing but not as bad as Amilia. But that wouldn’t stop her. Not now, when she was just starting. So, she lunged again. This time she came prepared. She had picked up the bat she owned lying on the ground below the window. She swung it with

Their love grew and flourish but not for long. Word eventually got out and their little secret love affair became known except for the humans. Elena would stumble upon some entities and would give her a look here and there. It wasn’t much at first but eventually, it started to get into her. It was slowly making her doubt everything she was feeling. The reality was slowly sinking into her mind. she wasn’t doubting the love they were sharing, but the situation they were in. Their love was at the wrong time. That is what was running on Elena’s mind as she stared outside her window. It was almost night time and the full moon was coming. That means, that the night he would come was nearing. She was usually very excited but not this time, not right now. She was dreading the upcoming day. There was a knock on her window that made her startled. Another knock confirmed that it was a rock. Elena stood up from her seat and went to open her window. There was no one outside. She looked left and

“It will be hard to approach Harold, what is the plan?” Amilia asked the two entities she was with. “It will be hard since Strays and Shade will be around him. You said that the Weaver looked tattered, right?” Amilia nodded at the Fallen. “Maybe we can get through him first. Harold and the Steward don’t have a direct connection. Harold was connected to the Weaver and the Weaver to Steward. We can sever that connection first.” Amilia and the angel nodded at him in agreement. They proceed to go to where Harold was. They did travel not so smoothly since the traffic was jammed. The people were in chaos running here and there and bumping with people. Some are making a scene and fighting with each other. It was an alarming scene but Amilia couldn’t stop to break some of the fights. She needed to get to the source. “We need to move fast!” The angel looked up to see that the tornado was growing more. It was now consuming some trees and cars. The rain also picked up the pace and was now po

You need to wake up, Amilia. Please! Scared. Elena was getting scared. It was something she hasn’t felt for so long. She didn’t get scared when she fell into a deep slumber in the unknown. She wasn’t this scared when she met the Steward for the first time. Nor when the Fallen brought the dagger to her. It wasn’t like this, never like this. It was a type where you can feel that you are weak. That you are facing someone or something that was in a whole other world stronger than you. Elena would admit defeat. But she wasn’t alone right now. Amilia needed her. That damn girl! She needs to wake up! I don’t like the look of this one. Elena did her best. She was continuously reaching out to Amilia’s consciousness and calling her. There wasn’t much response at first. Elena assumed that Amilia was now gone but eventually, Elena felt that tap. Amilia was still there. She’s still inside stuck in her mind. Amilia, listen to me. Amilia did. The familiar voice she was hearing vaguely earlier g