Third Person POV The freezing winds shivered the one who walk neared the lake. His face paled, his lips trembled yet he wouldn't dare to stay and find shelter to the cave in the distant he never mind. Or was he even aware of what's around him, the lake that silently freezing and the cave that grown fat in this freezing world that long forgotten. Every second, a sigh can be heard. His eyes change from dark to blood every now and then, and shockingly right now it fill with the color only can sight in a summer sky. It takes only for a shivering wind to vanish the colors, as if those of a summer season that forgotten. It remain for a dark one, which side can sight the remain of a blood. He shivered as if to wake up from a deep nightmare. His paled face horrored to look around, eyes widened. “This...” He shuddered when he realize where he was and what does it even mean. He can only smile bitterly when he remember. “So the highly being as myself was discarded by the witch...?” he said

It's no secret that the King's have more than a hundred concubine. Not to mention having each of them bearing more than one offspring. The King surely preserving his bloodline. Duch and Duchess, who prefer to commited to only one spouse, thought the King device something far from the knowledge of this world. Threatened, they discreetly hinted the concubine 'that lies to forbidden is a way to the father's heart'. And the library was the long been forbidden place that the concubine thought was the place of knowledge of the likes of the king. Discreetly, every concubine device a plan to not be caught doing something out of the order. Infiltrating a forbidden library never been in their knowledge as an act of treason, and they proceed to the plan without too much thought of it. Plastered in their faces was excitement, thought that it's one of the King's mystery that waited to be discover, and that it was device by the King's itself to begin with. They aren't even competed enough to hide

Who are you?It's suppose my question to the figure who stop me from immersing through the darkness. However I find myself searching for the young prince.“You're making me laugh right now,” Cynthia abruptly said. “I'm not-”“You are, bitch!”I blink numerous times, yet I can only shrugged away the sight of her bitching around. She can only cry out loud when I left without words. I scan in the servants quarter discreetly, looking for familiar face that always accompanied the young prince. “Strange,” one says, bothered, “the young prince said he will to travel the far barren. However he didn't specify the place,” she paused, trying to makes sense, her eyes watered; “Actually he have long abandon us after what happen at Princess Altara's room.”“Why though?” I express the mystery that the servants don't even dare to pursue. Why the young prince change the moment he burst the pitiful door?It didn't take awhile before one of them shuddered, her eyes fully widened when she realize who I

“Grandmom?” She came to view, the woman who has deep admiration in face as she keep staring at my face.“Altara,” she said my name and I suddenly remember the curiousity deep within me. I excitedly jump from the bed, hug her legs tight. “Granmom! I have a question!”Her eyes filled with void the moment I look up, so dark. Yet become irrelevant the moment she smile, kneel to height the same as mine. “What is it, my darling?”Though strange by the way she address me, I continued with a smile. “I come to realize we name for a reason!” I strange by the sight of her blinking the moment I say the words. “Grandmom, are you fine?”She shuddered, shrugged away something that I suddenly thought was caught her off guard. “What's your question again?” she ask, yet didn't fully immerse.“Don't you hear?” I pouted, look away to the darkness enveloping the far City. It suddenly came to mind how she also do that when I ask her the way to the city. That I want to go to that place...find her if she tak

Third Person POVA magnificient glass broke by the cry of a child. Or was it a shriek of despair? This child soak in blood, looking helpless and weak.“Is this the revenge you proud about?” She broke into tears as she drop to the coldest floor. Her eyes remain in the figure who didn't flinch an inch. “Father...”His eyes darkened upon the word coming from her. “I don't have a child like you!”“How I wish...” the child can only sigh in despair. “I wish...I'm not your c-child...”The figure in a bloody robe tremble. He may be high and unshakeable, but hearing the despair in her voice upon seeing the wish upon her fate horrored him for the first time. This is wrong, he thought. This child is nothing but a filthy offspring!Having that thought, he shifted his gaze to the magnificient shelves. The light was dim and enough for a person to see the haunted of the place. “Your wish...is my command!” his words full of determination shake the child continuously. “Father.. ” she may wish those