He is the creator of this chaos."I will kill you, you bitch." The raging chief said and took out his sword. "Kill her." He commanded his man and with that, all of them lashed at her with their swords. Megara stood rooted to her feet, seeing those ragging men coming towards her, she did not step back nor did she use her magic. Evandros narrowed his gaze and cursed under his breath when he realized that he didn't mention that she was his mate...if he did they wouldn't lash at her due to his fear even though they knew they had no love between them.The sword was just inches away from her, even Agnes stepped back so the man could have better excess to kill her. But before the sword could touch her, a clashing force came against it, making the man almost fly away. Megara frowned...who would protect her? Her pupils dilated when she saw Master Shin standing in front of her. The rain heavily poured on them and it was hard to see. Megara's tears mixed up with the rain as she no longer held b

The ending of spring.The beginning of summer."PLEASE, WE DON'T KNOW, SPARE US, WE D-DON'T KNOW." A group of old men could be seen sitting on the dusty ground, sticking together while joining their hands up in a begging manner. Who were they pleading with? They were pleading with the group of men clothed in black surrounding them. They held swords in their hands and their faces were covered. One of them stepped forward and kicked the old man in his face, making his head bang on the dusty ground, blood spurting out from the corner of the old man's forehead. His friends immediately grabbed onto his shoulder, pulling him back towards themselves."If you don't have the black stone then you must know where it is. Look, old man, if you don't want us to set your little village on fire, you better spit the truth out." The man let out, raising his leg to boot the old man again but he halted midway. A gasp left the lips of those who were sitting on the ground while the ones standing around,

"Who are you?" A manly voice trailed off Evandros from his thoughts. He slowly turned his head to the left side and saw a middle-aged man or maybe around his father's age, inclining against the outside pillar of the manor.He fully turned towards the man, observing him from head to toe. He looked like a normal villager but didn't have a commoner's face. His skin was tan and he was handsome. Evandros remained silent. The man narrowed his eyes at the young man when he heard no response from him."I asked you something, young man?" The man said and stood up straight, unhurriedly strolling towards Evandros and pausing when only an arm difference was left between them."I'm someone related to this extinct family." Evandros declared and the man halted. His pupils enlarged and he abruptly stepped back, eyeing Evandros very keenly from head to toe."Y-You...you are Jasmine's son?" The man asked, making Evan shocked. How did he know, was he someone who knows his mother? The man seemed incredi

*Next day* Evandros stood under the veranda of the manor, gazing outside at the people. Kids running everywhere with grown-ups irritatingly scolding them to stay still. He still had a cloth wrapped around his face but his long black hair was open as it swayed in the breeze. He had no intention of staying here so he brought nothing with him other than money. This morning his aunt gave him a maroon robe with black embroidery on it. He has a black belt wrapped around his strong waist, black gloves along with long black boots.His eyes narrowed when he found a couple of kids running around him, trying to catch each other and unconsciously pulling on his robe. He slowly gazed down at them and the kids froze, feeling shivers running down their spines for some reason until they looked up. They jumped and swiftly drew back, sprinting away from him almost weeping.He frowned upon seeing their behavior.He didn't do anything...no maybe he glared at them.He just scowled and they got frightene

MEGARA DAYBRACEFate it is.What is fate to be exact?Your destiny is written by god. Destiny can be altered as well.Just like instead of perishing that day, she somehow survived the tragedy.How did she manage to prevail? Who conserved her? She doesn't know. She knows nothing. All she knows is that she found herself lying in an unfamiliar grove near the mountain of honor.Her bleeding wound was dressed.Does she have any hazy remembrance of who saved her? Yes, she does.It was an individual in white.Man or woman? She doesn't know. All she knows is that it was an individual in white. She unhurriedly stood up once she gained consciousness. Taking the tree as a support she swiftly looked around the area. Her pupils shrank as she quickly rubbed her eyes only to realize that she had lost more than half of her sight. Which only indicated one thing.Just god knows how she ended up in this village but looks like whoever saved her wanted her to find shelter here. Days later, she found s