His words just now keep playing inside my head. There's side on me tells me to run away when I have the chance, the other one fell into silence of despair. If he was serious, then perhaps he knows what I'm thinking right at this moment!I'm easily to read, I know. Someone like this man could easily catch me even if I run like crazy for the chance of life. I know better than anyone else, yet I could only remain on my knees. I have this strange assumption that this man may able to considerate my stillness and spare my life. Perhaps because I listen to his story, now I thought he will to understand that we have some sort of connection?I'm silenlty hoping while clasping my hands that shaken in chillness. I thought he can appreciate my likeness to book. That this place may lose a chance for appreciation if I am to died the bloody and gore. He must not thought on doing that, right?But the way he said the words couldn't easily forgotten. My mind was a bitch to do such that. It was accompan

The wonder within me was shockingly deep. Its root hardly located. Perhaps it's invisible in nature. It materialize the effect of it with force that hardly to makes sense, stabbing me with the scene that I couldn't get off my system.“The b-bloody order...” I murmured.There's a strange gleam in his eyes the moment he turn his back on me. There's a sorrow and longing after that words came out like a waves of drstruction!That's gravely of words shattered the world I thought I barely known...“This world,” he said, “is far more complex than you thought. It's far from the possibility of good and evil. It was-” He look at me, his eyes granted me a feeling of clarity. “-a world far from your understanding. Are you willing to risk to go beyond your knowledge?”I fell deeply, the kind of which that the silent boom filled the world with shattering pieces of myself. I gaped to the reality presented infront of me. His eyes tells me it was the truth, the sudden sensation that brought upon by th

The young prince was a mystery. He has this complex expression that I couldn't understand at all. While pondering the matter, I find myself staring at the desolation of the place. There's seems to be out of ordinary. “Why I feel like it never been like this before?” I grip to my dress tightly. After I gotten to convey the message to the young prince, I got myself excuse. It was just a glimpse of scene that shake me and teleported me to reality of what's this world really was and what my role in here. I sighed. “Perhaps I'm just sick inside. That's maybe why I'm even here, forgotten by mom,” my voice crack and I was shaken to the absurdity of this all. Why I'm even thought of that woman again? “Mom will never comeback,” I said to myself, “so please don't think of the matter again. Let's...give up.” It so sudden that I leave panting, the heat that boling inside me. The thought of the woman who abandon me for the sake of entering this goddamn of a palace still anger me. The hatred ins

Third Person POV Everything, from the moment Altara wakes up in the palace and to the moment she confront that woman in the hallway, someone dress in bloody rob watched the goings on. This man stood highly and couldn't grasped to what this recurring situation that unexpected. His expression was those of a shock. “That,” his heart tremble. He look closely to the fragments in the wall, looking to the thing that shine bright with unusual color that was a mix of blood, dark and blue like sky. Shockingly, there's a gleam of glory in his eyes as he exclaimed, “The Detector Sword!” Altara catching her breath this time, blood spatteted like river from her mouth. She staggered backward, away from the one who stab the Detector Sword to the deepest of her heart. Just as she fell in her knees, he felt his heart stabbed and he groaned so loud that shelves shivered around. “What...” His hands tightened to fist and he clenched his teeth, as if he realize something that he never know exist. And r

I never expected the young prince to nod in agreement. I almost lose my breathing but I able to hold on. Inside me doubt everything. Is he really neee my treatment? “Your wound doesn't seem so bad,” I said while looking to his chest. He look at me as if I am some sort of specimen. “You think so?” I clear my throat and look away. “I mean you are strong young prince. You are the future of the palace, so what's a mere wound could do terrible to your sacred body?” “I see,” he nodded and look away. His eyes shut up that I found myself looking intently in his paled face. He looks fine, yet he moan as if in a massive pain. That started after he nodded his understanding to what I'm saying. So I'm kind of doubting, he was exaggerating. “You are a prince for a reason,” I tells him with my consoling voice and tapped his shoulder. “You can heal naturally. I'll pray for that to happened.” His eyes snap to open, annoyed for some reason. “Heartless,” he cross his arms, eyeing me as if I am so