The boy did not wake even after three days. He seemed to have found peace in his slumber. One cannot always hide from reality, reality is a b*tch and will always be so. Sleep could not save him, his body and mind which had been exhausted had now recovered. The eyes that had been closed now opened, and slowly adjusted to the light of his surroundings. He looked around hoping the nightmare he had experienced would be as it sounded, just a nightmare. But as said earlier, reality is one hell of a b*tch and will not bend even for this three-year-old boy. He noticed his new environment and knew that what had happened was indeed realHe sat up on the soft bed he found himself on, it was softer than what he was used to. But the boy was so sad that he did not notice the nature of what he sat on. He hugged his legs tightly, tears flowing freely. It's a universal response to weep when in pain, regardless of the world in which you find yourself.After what felt like an eternity, he heard footste

Clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop... sounds of horse galloping sounded as they threshed the road that led to the capital. The journey was two days long and the first day had come to an end thus they set up camp in a clear site they found nearby. The strong-looking men stood guard while the sisters prepared food and shared it with everyone present.They were not necessarily in the wild and thus the smell of the food would not attract the wild animals or demonic beasts. The roads were not frequently used nonetheless most of the beasts around it had been driven into the deeper parts of the forest.The wind sang and the trees danced swaying their branches and leaves to its rhythm.The unsuspecting victims lay down, resting their tired necks after a long journey, necks that seemed scrumptious to the beasts that hid in the bushes ready to attack. Grey-furred wolves and ware bats stood in wait, patiently waiting for the right moment to strike. The moon hung high as sounds of soft rhythmic bre

A cold aura emanated from his body as the guards collapsed, foaming at the mouths.Theresa dropped to her knees, her breathing heavy. Ruth glanced at Maxwell, a cold sweat breaking out on her." Put the stone away" Ruth shouted as she reached out for it.Estel was puzzled as to why they were overreacting. She closed her hand, the hand that held the pebble and placed it in her pocket.The stone had reacted to Maxwell exploding his nonexistent aura to that of a cold and domineering one.Maxwell turned his head, looking furiously at Ruth, who had been barely hanging on, and fell to her knees when her gaze met his." Maxy, that's enough", Estel said as she grabbed Maxwell's hands affectionately.She had become aware of what was happening. It seemed Maxwell's aura was too much for them to handle.Maxwell's gaze softened as the invisible pressure disappeared. Ruth's body fell, as she breathed heavily trying to recover whatever little strength she still had left." It seems you have grown s

Michael's body fell, blood gushing uncontrollably from his chest. Maxwell, who had just arrived to witness this, stood motionless. He couldn't move, not out of fear of the beast before him not panicked by the death of his best friend but due to anger and frustration. " Why...why won't you leave me alone" Maxwell muttered under his breath his body slightly shaking from anger.His blue eyes flickered between shades of purple and red. The air around him churned violently as he glared at the demon before him.Noticing the changes around, the demon turned its head, its gaze meeting Maxwell's blood-red eyes. The demon flinched instinctively, stepping back in fear. 'No, I must kill you; then, my brothers will love me,' it roared as it ran toward Maxwell. The turbulent air around Maxwell struck it, sending it hurtling into the trees in its path. It was pushed several meters from the scene, finally stopping as it hit a tree, halting its momentum.Maxwell moved a step forward vanishing from