Romans & histoires Our Red String

"Only if you marry one of us." *****

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Crissa announced. "What will we play?" I asked, but she only winked at me. We got on the stage and they started to string their guitars. When I heard the intro, I pounced the drums. ‘Disrespect, it's all that you do to me, so messed up, the way that you're treating me. Brace yourself, there is something I want you to know, you should know! Replaceable is one way you're saying it! You've made your bed, now you can lay in it! 'Cause one day soon, I'll have a brand new you!

Bright, human red. And it didn't stop.

There was another voice within her voice when she spoke. “ The one you seek is close by but you have to hurry because as each day passes she gets closer to her destiny. You have to get her before she finds her mate. You will recognise her by her hair. It is red in colour and glows when she uses her powers” said Ayan. She opened her hands, she was holding a white pearl. “ This will help you to identify her quickly. It will glow in her presence” said Ayan as Kasha came forward to collect it.

He will make it work for them. Eric walked out of the house and out of the forcefield. He closed it up quickly as he walked away. IN THE PALACE “The red strings is broken, and Chaos is coming,” said William. “Red strings?” asked Eric. “In ancient times red strings are marriage between two fated ones. These fated ones are created by heaven’s will. They will both stop Chaos when it comes clashing into earth. However, because the red strings were undone, Chaos is coming faster than we expected.”

A very strange dream! At first, she did not remember the details of that dream clearly. All she could recall was a man hugging a young girl beneath a large cherry blossom tree. The scene resembled a painting. In fact, it was almost like an illusion. So beautiful to behold but also so heart-wrenching to look at. You know. The beautiful "illusion" actually represents a wound. A tragedy... Capable of shattering one's soul and body upon witnessing. That was all she could remember.