"I have avoided the pain that I have brought upon myself by adoring you from afar. Far enough that I couldn't even touch you, or talk to you. I avoided everything that I knew little about you. Because I knew, that it would hurt greatly. I adored someone who doesn't see me the way I do to her.This familiar pain I've felt for you, no, I have inflicted on myself by hoping that I could have a chance with you – was a mere delusion and false hope I had.I could never have you. You never saw me the way I did. It was a making of my own mind, a theatrical joke that I, myself, conducted. It was, is, laughable.A false hope.I think of you, yes &ndas

**Another third person’s POV** In another far distant place in the world, there stood a woman, jet black hair in a tight proper bun, basking in the heavy rain with her black umbrella taking in the heaviness of the pouring water – the hem of her brown coat and her slick black boots were wet. Her hands were in the pockets of her coat. She stood eerily, watching someone from across to where she was. Red lips as red as blood smiling, the collar of her coat hiding the mischievousness of it. Black as the void sunglasses sat atop her nose. Covering her eyes to anyone who pried to look – masking her sight on the prey to avoid suspicion. It was like she was one with the shadows, the darkness that surrounds the night, invisible to others’ eyes. And with the heavy rain pouring, it was a great cover for an Ender

**Third Person’s POV** The silver-haired woman curled up like a ball on the side, avoiding the fight between the two strangers fighting for her life. Every blow they take shook every core of the poor innocent woman. She thought, was this the end of her? Was this how she dies? At the hands of a stranger, and a death, meaningless?The rain was still pouring hard, her tears covered by it. The night was long, she had thought, if only she had stayed home. She looks up at the dark sky. She sighs, there were no stars at all. She had hoped to see stars when she dies. Tears rolled down her cheeks though it looked like it was the rain. She was helpless. Her hopes diminished.She heard the man shout, she looked at the fight –

**Third Person’s POV**   There were histories that were forgotten. Histories that marked the last days of a race, histories that stemmed from the root of all the events happening in the present times. There weren’t many who knew the roots of it, and there are also few others that still lived in the present times who knew about it. But there was only one who remained to live who knew. The old witch of Neverwhere looked down on the casket, mourning for the death of someone very close to her. She had thoughts of how she was now the only living person to know all of the secrets of Kósmima. If she were to die tomorrow, all histories and secrets of the hidden Jewels of Worlds would be lost and forgotten forever. She knew she needed to do something to preserve the histories and secrets of Kósmima. She had one person in mind, a young one, her apprentice – Maya Faramis. Leah’s older sister, they had the same features, except Maya colors her hair purple. S

*At another place in Kósmima*   “So, I’m the bait?” Hughes nodded. He has just finished explaining to Selena what the witch meant after a thorough thought earlier. “I couldn’t find the real heir yet, but, it would stop the Ender’s from killing women named Selina.” Selena pursed her lips, nodding. “I see, so I become the hero of everyone.” The black-haired man rubs his nape. Seemingly not knowing what to answer. “I guess, yeah.” Selena stood up from the stone she was sitting on and looked out the wonderful view for the last time. “Let’s not dilly dally, what do I need to do?” Hughes was surprised by her answer. He didn’t think she would agree to this. “Your courage and bravery will be acknowledged.”, he complimented. She smiled at him. “Thank you.” Hughes, like the gentleman he is, offered his hand toward Selena as they walked down the steep pathway. He decided that they head to the Zona, his homeland, the l