The walls were patchy, almost cracked, and present in its interstices were thick lines of crusted blood. Blue trails, so timeless, they had inadvertently contributed to the aesthetics of this black pit, a colourful mural for the dungeon walls. The hardened blood tracks told stories of the countless lives taken in that very room. The dominant yet equally aversive smell of dewy metal akin to the blood of the witches, deepened his need to be excused from the scene. Wails, screams and tortured sobs filled the cramped room as more witches were mutilated, dismembered and frivolously punished. The air was stale with a disgusting mix of charred flesh, sawdust, sweat and rotting corpses. A paroxysm of strong mournful squalls broke out as yet another witch was bludgeoned with the swing of the long, heavy sword, its tip gleaming in the sunlight peeking through the only window in the dungeon. A stream of blue blood jetted from the lower half of the body comparable to a fountain of paint, her plea

Some people really deserve to be starved in a cave and then ripped apart!First, she made him come to school on his only actual work free day and not for something reasonable but for this?! Without extra pay?! He already had his hands full with all the work she dumps on him for keeping his secret and now he was stuck tutoring a 'student' who felt it was a wise idea to skip school for half the entire session because her parents were victims of a tragic accident. He could understand needing some time but needing half a year?! What for? What could she have been doing with all that time that she was finding it hard, struggling enough to draw the attention of the personal assistant to the dean. But then again, that didn't make any sense, they hadn't written any tests in the two weeks since she had first attended his class.Lucian fumed, glared at the cause of his added workload, and got even angrier when she flinched, taking a sideways step away from him."Sorry," He heard a quick mumble.

Clara sighed in relief when she arrived her room. She ached everywhere; physically and mentally. Dealing with that cold professor for the past two weeks was not something she had a pleasure of doing. She might have been glad to stare at his face for the entire session if he kept his vexing mouth shut."Hey Clara," Steven called, his gritty voice already a familiar sound to her ears."Yeah, what's up?" She called back, her hand frozen on the doorknob."Mr Storme said to come by seven pm today, said he had a class before you guys tutorial?" He quirked a brow at her, barely containing a smirk. "Never knew you were the tutorial type. Is there something I should know about?" She could see the hints of a smirk, causing a dent to appear in his right cheek."Seeing as you only started being a nuisance in my life barely two months ago, I doubt you'd know what type I am, idiot." She smiled back rollng her eyes "Escaping the question I see." Now he didn't bother hiding his smirk, his annoying d

Those beautiful dark eyes that screamed to every fibre of her being to run clashed into her dark grey doe eyes. She couldn't look away, try as she may. Instead, she coughed, choking on air as she forced her gaze from his. Wrong choice, her line of sight pointed her to the 'creature' that she thought she had escaped in one of her nightmares.Oh God!She hoped the wolf thing doesn't show up next! The goblin looking creature looked like he was trying to tell her something, or warn her? There's nothing it would say that I'd want to listen to, she thought. All this time Mr Storme kept on looking at her, or rather looking through her. It couldn't be! Could he see this thing too? If he could that would mean she wasn't going crazy and everyone else could too. She opened her mouth to ask him but shut it when he snapped his head back down into the heavy text he was reading. Maybe it was a coincidence? Maybe he was trying to recall something and just happened to look that way at that exact momen

217 BC"Luci, come here," Laura, a tall, brunette called, her hands outstretched waiting to be joined by her son's. "We're having a meeting with the leaders and I want you by my side, who knows you might be one of them someday." A hopeful smile graced her face as they brisk walked to the court room."Yes, as if those fragile aliens would ever allow that.""Well, they'd have no choice if your dad has something to say about it," She assured pulling his arm as she hurried to the double doors that marked the entrance to the town hall where fates were decided."Mother, wait. I told Van we'd go in together. Can we wait just five more minutes? Please mother." "You'd both be locked outside or sitting on air if we wait even a minute longer." She retorted not slowing down her pace in the slightest, if anything, she increased her pace."Well, I don't care about the stupid court case in the first place. Why do we even let powerless people contribute to our fates?" His face scrunched up in disgust