Бродяга Героиня Novels & Stories

As soon as she stepped on to the stone beside her, her head became heavy. As if she was about to fall down. Her mind began to picture some events she never seen before or went before. She saw herself in this same place filled with peoples who was praising her as the mighty hero. And the next exact moment the people she saw praising her vanished and only human bones remained. She saw herself covered in blood and dust. Her eyes were raining water drops like it was endless. The same exact moment she fell on her knees moaning in pain and there after she screamed by saying.

Wtf? Unang kita ko pa lang sa kaniya kanina may kakaiba na akong nararamdaman. Inis, nakakainis siya. No one dared to treat me and to give me such coldness before. I am Tori Cooper. Nakakainis lang na nasa ibang bansa ako at kailangan kong pagtakpan ang tunay kong pagkatao. “No one stole your wallet.” Hindi ko alam kung natatawa ba siya o hindi nang sabihin ‘yon.

She was clearly mixed race as she had the Sicilian hazel eyes just like sweet honey. Her skirt was short and top was worn under a dark grey blazer. It fit perfectly to her physique. She had no problem staring coldly at me in the eyes before walking out. Every woman I have met in my life, name or not, has thrown themselves at me constantly without taking a hint. Reina Romano. The only woman I have met that has not thrown herself at me. She was interesting. And interesting was what I like. As time passed since she left, she was on my mind. I was curious about her.

One that you can hear from the villains of every movie. “Why should I stop? You asked to be helped, and here I am helping you. Fantasy would never be your answer. Now, walk forward. You must leave this illusion…” The woman mindlessly followed what the voice said. She slowly lifted her left foot and started walking forward. She was blind on what path she was taking, but she was guided by hands that were forcefully pushing her forward. “Child! You must fight it!” The woman halted when she heard a familiar voice calling her. She looked around, but it was still pitch-black.

Hera had heard girls in the past talking about achieving the features this young woman before her has. And yet, this young woman seemed to be naturally endowed with it. Hera also felt that this young woman didn’t have an ordinary background. She was even somewhat intimidated by her. “My brother found you abandoned in the desert.” She said. “Your brother?” “Mn.” But the young woman didn’t explain anything further. “Do you remember who you are?” Hera nodded. “Yes.” “What’s your name? How did you end up in the desert?” “Hera Leandra. And umm–I was running away from some attackers.”

“And I wish you find your peace, as I will try to find mine.” Max placed his flowers beside her name that states: St. Valen’s Heroine, IRIS DANE ANDERSON