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I am in awe. After a minute, I reach out a shaking hand to touch the leather cover of the tome. In elegant writing that looks like it was burned into the leather the title reads: The History of the Guardian. There is exactly one version of this book in the world, and it is now in my possession. I know my father has searched for this book for decades and has never been able to find it, but my mystery man has found it and given it to me. I feel tears prick my eyes at such a priceless gift.

Now even if I die, it's okay my dear. °•°°•°°•°•°•°•°•°°•°❤°•°°•°°•°•°•°•°•°°•° Dear lovely readers, If you are enjoying my story then don't forget to review and rate the story. Love Han❤

My Dearest D'Andre, I hope this letter finds its way to you, for it carries words too heavy for my heart to bear alone. In the quiet of this room, as I write these lines, my tears blur the ink, and the weight of my choices presses upon me like an unyielding burden.

I opened it and it read: My Dearest Leila, Time pales in the exquisiteness of your beauty. Even jealous Aphrodite would demand of the Creator, “Why did you make this creature, who is more beautiful, more lovely than I?” You are my love, my life, my Leila … my queen. Come back to me. Your Knight Forever, Lance

Still, I was missing so many pieces of this puzzle and that made it impossible to come to a result. At least, for now, I could fix on Dumarque. The idea itself caused a sinister smile on my lips. Finally, I was coming for him. When we were on that flimsy boat so many years ago, and I could see my childhood on fire, a detail which I’ll never forget imprinted on my mind. The males on horses coming from our house had a blazon on their uniform. Guess whose?

I shouted, my legs trembling as I looked for something to steady myself. "No, it’s not salmonella, it’s Norovirus," Idris corrected me. I ended the call and made my way to the car. "I was ready to kill that witch with nothing but my bare hands!"

I felt drained, the weather not helping much. It felt so surreal, yet here I was in his arms, in his embrace. Crying for my brother. I wailed, as he just quietly wiped my tears away. He took my hand, and placed it on his chest, right above his thumping heart. Before slipping into the darkness, I heard him say. "I will bring him back Noor. Mera wada hai tumse." Still my hand on his heart, I let my self for once, inhale his musky scent.

But who in their right mind would break a blood oath? I liked to spend part of my free time from studying with books on history and diaries of the dark ones. My favorite historical figure was, without a doubt, Augusta Reid. This strong-willed heroic woman became my idol, and this played an important role in my indefatigable desire to change our lives for the better.

Lisa asked stiffly. Cora sharply turned her head away from the window and looked at her cousin and best friend... "What nonsense are you saying from your mouth, huh!? As you said, it's been seven fucking years! Do you think I've forgotten he dumped me for another woman!? Is it possible for me to still be in love with such an asshole!?" Cora shouted furiously before leaning back into her chair.

he yelled and held my hand and back. Lahat ng atensyon ay napunta saamin kahit si Teacher Fernando ay nagulat, the crease in his forehead deepened. “Why are you even shock?! We are learning history! Everything is in the past, all who was involved are now either dead or buried underground!” matigas nitong sabi. But I didn’t mind or even cared. Ang nasa loob lang ng isip ko ay iisa lang. Death. The smell of Death is lingering beside me…