In constant blues, my mind is in the oceans of memories Limbs tied and breathing can hardly heard There is only a moment I wanted to rewind again That is the feeling of your body within my embrace.   -- C.   Sliding to the side Cerbero moved his head to the side and dodges the sun balls that felt so hot within close range. He coated himself with aura that enhances his armor that guarded him to safety. Steams are coming out of his body but he felt no pain from it. Arao pushes forward and swing his blade to aim for Cerbero's neck but he deflected it by controlling his mist to push the aura blade out. But some of Arao's aura were making small wounds onto Cerbero's body. But it healed almost the same time Arao is making a wound onto his body.    Tremors after tremors, earthquak

There is more than thirty people behind of the sole lady in front with burning red hair. Their faces were painting such surprise upion seeing a God being humiliated without effort by this person exuding such refined smell of death.  "Leader who is that?" A soldier said to Phoebe which stayed unanswered. The cold temperature were covering the high temperature of the fire around them. They are now wishing for that murky substance instead of this scorching hotness.  Phoebe couldn't believe what her eyes is reflecting. He is much older from what his last image was. He is slowly resembling Cerbero. But what is making her wary was the different air around him that is making him feel dangerous.  "Cygne?" She tried to call his name but like what she did to the soldier, he didn't respond at all. He is still glaring towards the man beyond her shoulder and as the one in front, she could feel the instense hatred he is

Cygne casted one more gazed to the slowly disappearing back of the child that had no choice but to turn away and left her group dying. That's all the weak can do. Run when you cannot take up the strong. He usually won't move to save the others out of his territory but he heard a whisper. A very desperate whisper that brought by the wind that had been absent the entire time during their battle. It was a desperate cry and when he looked around to search where it come from, he saw the eyes of desperation and someone who had accepted his fate.  Cygne just have to do about it. If no one can hear or do hear but doesn't make a move, that is just the same of being an accomplice to the felon. That's why his limbs moves before he could even agree to the request. He looked back towards Arao and the necklace in his chest pulsated which makes him clutches his chest before he uses the mana to coat the death aura blade. The two didn't mixed together and they are giving ea

She peeks to where Cygne is and unknowingly hid but there is nothing that could hide him in her sight. Sky did the same and he blocks her view but she is faster and she moves swiftly which looks like they are playing.  "Ehhhh, what's this little Sky? You are hiding someone from mommy?" Her eyes squinted and her tone is being mixed with suspicion. Sky almost jump in surprise but he put on a smile and hugs her.  "What do you mean hiding mom? I'm just making sure that Yan had already hidden himself before you could arrive to prevent him the embarrassment of being seen by you while in tears."  The woman went closer to him instead and looked at him in the eye while Sky is trying to push him away to have some space. But she is strong and she slap her both hands into his palm to prevent him from moving and meet her eyes. "You are hiding something from me!" "MOM!" He blurt

 "What is your name?" Raspy voice and almost felt like cat's claw in a metal steel, it can hurt your ears. Unlike his rough voice, his eyes were of innocence that knows no bad. You will felt bad if he is actually the one who is at fault.  Brawny body and bushy beard, all that is childlike in him was his eyes that sparkles brown unlike the usual dark and black that is commonly being seen around.  "Are you okay? Hurt your head at the ground?" I got irritated from his frequent asking and harshly pulled him with an attempt to put him the ground instead. But my attempt was for naught. Since he doesn't bulge from where he is standing! Is he a rock or something? I just pulled myself up and dusted the clothes that felt ancient because it already went dry like what the old people said...it could stand on it's own.  "Why did you hit me with that huge rock huh?" He flinches after hearing that I am aware that he is the culpri