Novel & Cerita Heroína

the hero said as he turned his back to the corpse of the enemy, his cape blocking the view of the rolled head from Valencia’s point of view. However, when Harlequin began to step forward, the cape no longer restricted Valencia’s view. The head, although only dead severed for seconds has gone pale as if no blood has been left to drain. It was the work of the hero’s sword, a mahò that makes death sure. It was the power of the king, a ‘checkmate’ Valencia has never once doubted the might of this savior from the moment he has defeated Valencia. The vow he has made to the hero was the true voice of his heart but seeing Harlequin right now made worry drape over the trust.

Her eyes were also blue but not like Natasha's, only brighter and looked like tiny crystals. The rest of her body was covered in an eerie glowing light blue jumpsuit and the glow seemed brighter at her chest. "Err... hi?" came Natasha. 'Hello, Natasha Austin-Johnson and Lucas Colton King.' The strange looking woman spoke again with a very fluid and soft voice. Her face was calm and blank, making it unclear whether she was smiling or not. Natasha turned from the woman to Lucas. Lucas gave her a slight shrug. 'Apologies,' came the woman again, 'my data shows that you have no idea who I am.'