บททั้งหมดของ A Mythical World: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Moriah opened his eyes, blinking at the light.     Everything around him was white just like vast space, except there wasn't darkness. All around the place was so bright, but there was nothing except him as if he was floating on there alone, in the middle of nowhere. 'What happened? Where am I?' He slowly lifted his head up, it was pounding like a hammer. Of course, he found it slightly ridiculous that he was sitting on nothing or perhaps on an invisible seat. He should have been scared and worried and felt lost, but since he was unaware of those feelings, he became wary. "Slept well?" A female voice made his head jerk to the other side. Moriah grimaced.    Hadassah muttered something under her breath, and the next moment he fell from that place. He opened his mouth to scream, but the air was rushing him down, he could feel the unbelievable weightlessness of him. He squeezed his eyes shut, a second later he heard th

Nrikawn took her hands in his, staring right into her gorgeous black eyes. Every time when he saw her, she looked like she didn't even age a day, still looked the same. Her eyes were still pretty as the waves of ocean, twinkling in the light and her long hair was as smooth and soft as before.   His hand reached up and gently tucked a lock of her red hair behind her ear. She slightly pulled away from his touch, but found the courage to look up at him. The very moment she saw him, the first thing she saw was his eyes, those were sharp and filled with emotions and at the same time she was trying to figure out the depth of them. Ten years of struggle.  It wasn't that easy, it wasn't something that he could pay back. He couldn't come back after ten years and still want to reconcile, it never should've been like that. Yes, life still went on, but they couldn't erase the past, they could just pretend to put it aside.   Ten years

"I heard the same thing from my cousin, and she's not the sort to lie," an old woman said. "She says there's this great pack, hundreds of them, mankillers. The one that leads them is a she-wolf, a bitch from the seventh hell."The man in the green cloak said, "I heard how this hellbitch walked into a village one day . . . a market day, people everywhere, and she walks in bold as you please and tears a baby from his mother's arms. When the tale reached Lord Mooton, him and his sons swore they'd put an end to her. They tracked her to her lair with a pack of wolfhounds, and barely escaped with their skins. Not one of those dogs came back, not one." 'Seriously? Eating babies are against wolves' nature.' "That's just a story," Celandine blurted out before she could stop herself. "Wolves don't eat babies." "And what would you know about it, lady?" asked the man in the green cloak. 'Oh. I am not invi

The drapes kept out the dust and heat of the streets, but they could not keep out disappointment. Dany climbed inside wearily, glad for the refuge from the sea of Qartheen eyes. "Make way," Jhogo shouted at the crowd from horseback, snapping his whip, "make way, make way for the Mother of Dragons." Reclining on cool satin cushions, Xaro Xhoan Daxos poured ruby-red wine into matched goblets of jade and gold, his hands sure and steady despite the sway of the palanquin. "I see a deep sadness written upon your face, my light of love." He offered her a goblet. "Could it be the sadness of a lost dream "A dream delayed, no more." Dany's tight silver collar was chafing against her throat. She unfastened it and flung it aside. The collar was set with an enchanted amethyst that Xaro swore would ward her against all poisons. The Pureborn were notorious for offering poisoned wine to those they thought dangerous, but they had not given Dany so much as a

It wasn't that easy, it wasn't something that he could pay back. He couldn't come back after ten years and still want to reconcile, it never should've been like that. Yes, life still went on, but they couldn't erase the past, they could just pretend to put it aside.   Ten years ago, Nrikawn had given her hope. When Alvina had moved in the Royal Palace with his brother, the first person who had been well-behaved with her was him. He had been the first person to take care of her, when she hadn't known anything about Royal families. In the afternoon, they would have gone to the vast garden in front of the Palace together and talk about random things. Most of the time Nrikawn would have been the listener and showed off his knowledge at times. The most nice thing was that he would have mentioned that she had been his brother's mistress then, he would never disrespect her."You know what I am doing here," his fingers were resting near her neck, softly."You