The Lost Angel: Pilgrims のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

With her white robe, she laced her sneakers and jogged towards the counter table to fetch her water. In one gulp, she emptied the liquid down and then heaved a deep breath. “You cannot join the challenge,” Jason scolded her. “It’s dangerous “I am a magician,” she said, getting her bag. “I am entitled to such privileges “What skills could you possibly contribute to the team? The challenge is too physical,” he advanced. “You are a time traveler, Elena “I’m still a traveler,” she defended. “I can travel just like you. Besides, why did you allow Fulenas to join if that were the skill requirement of the game She left him on the balcony. The last night was hard. They did not talk much. Jason slept in some other rooms in Dwelling Palace since Elena did not allow him access to enter inside the Time Palace

She struggled to see that the world she went in was too beautiful to be so confusing. She heard music - beautiful as it was but it held a language she could not understand - like listening to a good tune but on a different language.  She could not describe it. It was perfect. It was a Paradise but it made no sense. She realized there was no light of day there and there was no night. She was enclosed on a planet of pure magic. She could feel it vibrating on her skin and seemed to be her blood telling her that she knew this place very much She faced the woman who bore the same face as hers. The only difference they had was the manner of their dressing. She was a Magician from Los Barrios. The Palace housed the twelve tribes from the lines of angels who went to Highlands to reproduce. A very long time ago, deities could come and go to Highlands and enjoy the pleasures of men. Angels were sent as messengers and since they spoke a different

Magicians were not just angel’s descendants - they're from demons as well. Just as there were good Magicians, there were bad as well. However, demons' descendants, known as the Night Children, were not all terrible, just as angels' descendants were not all benign. Beauty could be deceiving. And the demon children were incredibly attractive. Their beauty was out of this world, just like they were. They lacked the inborn magical abilities that their counterparts possessed. They did, however, have a claim to the sphere of power. That's why they could use rituals to summon and conduct magi They found it difficult to make magic. The Night Children, as they were known, could, however, morph into any animal they wished during the night. Clans existed, but only a Constant should be in charge of them for Constants were Greater Demons' progeny. By birth, the Constant should be a vampire or a werewolf. Their transformation would be seen in their

 "We have a problem that needed so much attention", Josh started. He looked over the circular table. Marcus Madrigal of Riverside was on his left and Michael Avila of the Mountains was on his right. It was a meeting of a council of three. But that number was not easy to gather. Josh had to force his guards to watch over, send assassins to kidnap and lay traps to take hold of them like a predator to its prey. But he was no predator. His purpose was a noble one and it concerned the future of their blood line On that table, they kept staring and hatred to each other was so obvious for reasons he didn't understand. Josh was the one who gathered the three on that round table and he felt obliged to speak even just for awhile ago, ge felt a cold feet "I don't know really understand the problems of our families. But, if you just listen for awhile... I would make things easier to understand and fast to conclude.

She was the same sweet girl he had known before. The only girl who bounced a cheery greeting in gloomy morning, the new owner of the legendary crystal her family passed from generation to generation in honor of that family zest.One time, he saw her tending plants in the garden together with her mother. Gardening was the worst thing that could ever happen to him. So, irritated by what she was doing, dehe asked her how come she'd like to soil her hands for a boring work. She answered him, 'I else could I do?' He was startled then by her response that he asked her to come with him to hunt which startled him more for not declining.He thought she would go bored with it and go home. But, no. Hell. The little girl was a wild as a bear and as deft as a lioness to her prey. Her prey was a leopard, he could still remember how she built the trap to make it fall. Clever. Why need force to swing the sword or stretch the bow? He thought it was just luck. Her next prey