“As a fairly paid makeup artist, I must say, yes you are right. The tribe here is ancient going back to the time of the Roman Empires. We have our own law and our identity is quite historic. But after the world wars, our king and his lineage were killed by assassination and we were roaming without any security or position in the world.” Mimun clarified while doing Ayah’s hair. She contemplated for a second and the whole life of the people here who have suffered for that long. She nodded as Mimun continued. “Our island is sacred to us and seeing how the tourists came here and took our sacred chapels and shrines as a means of entertainment, we were frustrated. That was when Mr. Ford came to the island. His generosity was as wide as the oceans. Our people complained about our sufferings to him and he then brought this island.” She said, “Not only that, he reconstructed it and even intercepted the visits of tourists. Now we have our name and passport for this island.” “I understand,

The island's people are much more talented than anyone can think of. They are somehow born with talent. Not only do their handcrafts look like remarkable masterpieces but anything they do makes it look like they excel on it. So is the same condition with the girls of this island. They were putting Henna on Ayah’s hands. Quite carefully though, as the elders have warned them that they must not make any mistakes as she is the Queen. But the girls are so friendly and frank that Ayah did not feel discomfort of any sort. “My oh my, Your Majesty. Your hands are so soft. As if they are made of clouds.” One of the girls complimented. Ayah smiled and thanked her. “You all apply the henna so beautifully.” Ayah complimented them that sent the girls to the high heavens. They became more focused on beautifying her hands. One of the girls was hesitating on asking Ayah a question. She has seen their king, Elio Ford and she had also seen his charm as well. Though respect was absolutely mandato

The scream resonated through the entire hall. The music was stopped. The dancing stopped. Neko recognized the sound of Mia’s voice. “Mia?” He worriedly got up to search for her. Alex left the couch and followed Neko. Elio had heard the sound as well so he came down. “What happened?” He asked reaching the guards. “A girl screamed in the hallway.” One of them said. “Go check,” Elio instructed. They both left to investigate. He came out of the bedroom. A thought hit him. What if it was Ayah? His heart skipped a beat. His eyes widened. He ran through the hallway. His eyes worriedly searched for Ayah everywhere. He found a balcony. “Ayah?” He shouted. The balcony was empty. He came out and ran everywhere else until he reached the commotion. Upon his arrival, everyone bowed and moved away to reveal a body in a pool of blood. It was a male guard who was probably stabbed. His chest was gushing blood. Elio told the guards to move the body. Alex reached the scene. “Dude, what happened?”

Rain poured and the thunder growled. The sky was aggressive in a different manner. The rain was flowing all over the land and grasping the dryness all at once. Ayah's eyes were going to close. Her last words before the darkness engulfed her were his name. He was so close yet so far. She wanted him to come and hold her like he used to. The world seemed too cruel for her soul. Too harsh. The only protection she ever felt was the roof over her head until he came into her life like a storm and removed all sorts of normal events occurring into her miserable life. Though he had hurt her and killed her in many ways, he had been the only one who protected her and hugged her. The only one who knew she was hurt, the only one who could sense her pain was Elio. Now that his figure was searching for her, she wanted to speak. She wanted to scream but it was as if her voice had been snatched. Something was grasping her throat tightly.Silent tears rushed on her pale cheeks. But she did not suff

She has been embracing him in his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her hands wrapped around his neck. His body was warmer and quite bigger than hers and that was what made her comfortable. The thunders were not stopping and the drizzling sound of the rain coming from the floor-to-ceiling window had washed away her fears. Ayah did not want to leave Elio at the moment. All her prior thoughts washed away from her mind. She merely hugged away all her contemplations. Elio was frozen in his spot. His body was warm but his nerves turned cold. His blood was running higher and hotter. His mind was silent as if an eerie sound was resonating in the walls of his brain. Her warmth against him had made him feel things. Things he could not describe. It was a feeling of ecstasy. Or perhaps much beyond than that. He felt calm yet there was a storm brewing inside him. His demons fell shut just as his eyes did when she relaxed over him. The lullaby once again started singing in his ears.