Previously“Have you done it?” “What?”“Have you. . .Have you tried to get her out of your body?” I asked with bated breaths, afraid that my question might be stepping on her tail. I was ready to apologize when I saw her hands tightening into fists. “Have I?” Ivanka’s tone was drawn with anger. “I’ve done everything I can—I’ve drank a phoenix’s blood in hopes of reincarnating without her but the curse pulls me back. I’ve eaten a piece of the World’s Tree, in hopes that my body would be cleansed of her but all it did was make my spirit stronger, fusing it and me even closer together.”She gave a defeated sigh, relaxing her fists. “I’ve even brought my accursed mother back from the nether realm but she only laughed as my chalikars tore her soul essence apart.” She traced a veiny, red tattoo slithering across her toned stomach. “She brings nothing but destruction and carnage,” Ivanka whispered. “And I had hoped that keeping you inside the house would protect you from her but that was
Spring had arrived but the winds rolling off the southern mountains still brought the cold touch of winter. The trees swayed with the blow of the fading winter winds as their leaves rained down, landing softly on the river that laid between a wall of beautiful trees, causing ripples to form across the surface of the water.The bundles of fallen leaves parted, drifting away from each other as a milky-white leg poked at the water, determining it’s temperature before slowly descending into the river.Willow sighed, a tremble in his voice as he shivered at the cold touch of the river. He sank deeper into the river, washing himself with a natural, feminine grace even though he was a boy. The water trickled down his nubile body as he cupped his hands and washed his beautiful face, taking a deep look at his reflection from the river, giving another breathy sigh.“I think it’s been about 15 years since I’ve come to this world.” He whispered, hearing the softness of his voice from how silent h
Willow was weak, very weak, and he knew that. If it weren’t for his sister’s protection, he would have most likely been raped in a ditch by now. This was a rather primitive world where they focused more on advancements in war and personal power rather than science. Was science even a thing here?Willow moaned as the brief cold wind washed over his nude body. “Why on earth did I have to transmigrate into this boy’s body? If I had a choice, I’d pick the sister over him any fucking day.”He had a genuine appreciation for Elm both as the protagonist and the younger sister of the Maiden. She was cheerful, tough and was rather boyish - lusting for adventure and conquest but he knew that it was just her emblem kicking in as well. He was raring to see the look on the village chief’s face tomorrow when he realized what a rare gem had been brought up in his town. Willow remembered the great shift in personality that would occur in Elm after the [Awakening] ritual tomorrow but knew that it would
He opened his eyes and saw plot armor incarnate herself. The most accurate representation of Elm would be an amazonian princess, possessing both the glorious stature of amazonian warriors and the dignity of a princess. Her hair was like gold, not the fake blonde dyes the brunettes in his past life seemed to like so much.It was as if she’d been blessed by the sun, possessing skin the color of bronzed olives and eyes the color of the sky but appeared clouded and bored, as if she’d seen everything the world had to offer. She wore a simple, loose tunic over her brown breeches that showed off her lithe, athletic figure with long legs that reminded him of those Olympic runners in his previous life. From years of training with the sword under the gleaming sun, she was a beautiful woman possessing skin the color of bronzed olives.To put the cherry on top, her eyes were the color of the sky but not as vibrant, inheriting the sky’s wisdom rather than it’s optimism. Such was his younger sister
Willow felt a little blush crawling up his cheeks when he heard her words. “Stupid. Learn how to charm now, have you?” He realized that she was too close and tried pushing her away to no avail. She was much stronger than him, which would have hurt his pride as an older brother and a man. . .if he didn’t look so girly. “Go away. You’re too close.”Elm didn’t reply for a moment as her eyes traveled down the smallness of his waist down to his plum shaped butt . She tucked her head behind his neck as she took a long, good stare at how his doughy butt looked from behind his shoulders. She couldn’t take her eyes off how blessed he was in that department but quickly gathered herself.“Why? I like being near you, brother.” Elm declared, kneeling slightly so that she rested her head on Willow’s small shoulders. She crept closer to his ears. “You smell so beautiful.”A blush exploded onto Willow’s face but he kept it down and pinched the bridge of his nose. He raised his hand to give a karate c
The first thing Willow noticed when he’d awoken was the sweaty breeze of the afternoon winds pouring in through his windows. His head still tingled slightly as he assessed his surroundings.Looking around him, he saw that he’d been transported to his bedroom, shared with his sister - that same person was sitting on a chair beside him, holding his hands as she rested her head on his thighs, merrily sleeping into the afternoon. A warmth spread across his chest as he felt nostalgic, having a younger sister who also dearly looked after him in his previous life as well. He laid his hands on her head, stroking her hair gently as a mother would do her children.He felt his tongue dry, so he grabbed the jug of water beside him and drank it, all the while smiling at how their bedroom had grown up alongside them.Their bedroom looked as if it’d been modeled after a cabin in the woods, with thick dark planks that had grown old but sturdy enough to still support the ceiling and it’s walls. A wind
“You know that we can’t pick and choose our emblems, mother.” Willow said before taking a peek at Elm.“I’m sure, my brother will obtain an emblem that reflects his beauty.” Elm said with a straight face.Leonard laughed out loud at that. Despite wanting his son to become strong and tough, looking at him closely and remembering his weak constitution, he knew that Elm had a better chance of inheriting the art of the hunt from him. “That may be true Elm. We can only hope that Lord Hum is understanding and reveals our son’s emblem to be one of great origins.”Willow took offense to that but had long since known that his role would not be in the battlefield, so he let it slide.“Well, don’t be so downspirited, dear. After all, I’m sure that your sister will receive something worthy of her talents.” His mother said, hinting at the genius talent Elm had in the art of battles. “She’ll protect you.”Leonard smiled widely and placed his bear-like hands on top of Elm’s head, ruffling her hair a
Elm thought of what Willow had just said. She knew herself. She knew of the many talents she’d been blessed with and all of this was even before her Awakening. But before all of her strength, came her wisdom. It was a blessing and a curse to her - the gift of wisdom and intelligence. A curse because it derived her of the element of surprise, of the element of hope and optimism. To her, the world seemed to run slow, cold and grey - a box of toys to which she’d been granted detailed instructions on how to build, manipulate and create.The moment she’d come out of her mother’s womb, she didn’t cry. When the sight of the world first came to her eyes, she didn’t laugh.She thought the world would continue to be that - boring, stale, dry. And it would have been that way.If it weren’t for him.Her world that consisted of only black and white suddenly lit up with the intensity of a dragon’s breath the moment he appeared in her infantile vision. She’d been granted him, the incarnation of beau