“I don’t understand. You want me to kill all warriors that has a cut on their palm?” “Cuts with black weird writing on it,” I added and pulled the dagger out of the traitor’s neck. My hands roamed around Malfoy’s cold lifeless body and rashly pulled away his sleeves covering the mark on his wrist. “When acting alliance in a vampire territory, a pact is needed. A blood from one’s palms should flow down a bowl sealed by a sorcerer. Then automatically, an ancient writing would appear on their palms as a sign of allegiance and loyalty. In Malfoy’s case, I guess he had pledged something, a reason on siding Pinansey-angan that is still unclear.”           Until now, the meaning and even the message that this mark conveys is still a mystery to me. A baybayin

  “How would I? What else do you know, Edith?” “I don’t even have a clear answer to that,” she answered frustrated. “What we have to do now is to conceal. Hide it until we can.”           The choices are limited. She’s right. “We have to go back to the capital. In that case, both of you will be safe.”           I nodded in agreement. “About the child… I-I want to know when—” I stopped the second Edith turned to me with a blank face and slip the rapier in its scabbard. “I have no idea either. Wolves have it for three months and vampires don’t usually get pregnant,

  “Great, you made it just on time,” Camilla reacted the second I opened the door. She gestured the thing on the balcony which I faced with my brow creasing.           So, this is why the Lawin had come. Placed on top of the wooden railings was a satchel, a simple normal-like one with a silver Sinandaya’s emblem pinned on the lock. “Looks like the sender made sure it was opened only by you.”           Only a nod was what I answered before brushing past her and to the balcony. The satchel has two buttons, one with the emblem and the other with emerald stones. All the buckles were out of silver hence Edith and the others couldn’t touch it even if it was only a meter away. “It was from Feli

Third person’s POV   Laxon University, 28 years ago   “Do you know who she is?” asked a girl with a long hair striped blue.             The boy just shook his head in reply and brushed past his dark curled hair back. No matter how much he wants to erase the reality in his head, he couldn’t deny how strong the attraction he has towards the girl with short hair tied up.   Her chiseled nose and rosy cheeks were alluring him to step forward and move closer to the large rock the girl was leaning. On her hands was a book she was flipping and scanning frustratedly.   “Oh really? Come one, Diego. You’ve been staring at her for hours.”   “Could you stop annoying me, Soleil?”       &

 “Lady Rina, the Contejo prince had arrived,” informs a royal maid as she opens the door to the princess’ room.           Larina under a long elegant dress tinted with cardinal cherries only nodded in response before stretching out her legs and standing up modestly. Her long jet-black hair plunged down from her shoulders, revealing the snow-colored vines adorned on her head.           Her gaze again turned back and focused on the high mountains afore her opened window. Her hope didn’t fade, wishing for him to show up someday. Or maybe even this time before the sand runs out.           She was now betrothed as the crown princess of Pinansey-angan kingdom of the southern part of Claveria Haltera. Mainly to the only heir of the Contejos,