Sleep evaded Ellis like a phantom. He tossed and turned in his large, lonely room in the Royale mansion. The revelation from the technicians still hung heavy in the air – someone had been keeping tabs on Mr Cyrus, yes. But who? Ever since he got there, Ellis had viewed the Royale household as an impenetrable sanctuary. Escaping the harsh realities of poverty only months ago, to be welcomed by the kind-hearted Mr Cyrus, Ellis thought the Royale household to be a place devoid of malice — excepting the understandable malicious treatment given to him by his elder half siblings. Suspicion gnawed at Ellis like a persistent rat. Who could be up to something like this? There were many people in the Royale household; the staff making the majority of them. There was Mr Billy, the ever-present, watchful butler who was silent and only spoke when he was spoken to. Could he be the one? His stoic demeanor and unwavering loyalty to Mr Cyrus seemed genuine, yet Ellis thought he could see a flicker o
What he found was somewhat underwhelming. Mr Cyrus led an almost monastically cleared routine in his privacy. He would wake at 7am, meditate, read a paper or two, then wait for breakfast which was usually served by Yelena. Only briefly after his breakfast would he depart for work. Ellis seemed to notice that Mr Cyrus did not have a problem with being served only by Yelena, whereas it was an anomaly to be served only by her every morning. It was a minor anomaly but an anomaly still. He would customarily return around seven in the evening, at which point his routine would revert to an endless cycle of pacing the confines of his large room, speaking in hushed tones over encrypted video conferences, and perusing data on a halo of displays arrayed around a large marble desk. And as though his room was not enough for him, the man would then go to his study to continue his work. The hours between eleven in the night and seven in the morning were the only period when Mr Cyrus consistently ap
Ellis arrived at Zoey's apartment as planned. In her parking lot, he found her just coming down from a taxi. Ellis smiled and took the small bag which contained the chocolates he got for her, and came down from the car. "Hey, Zo," he called on her. A surprised Zoey turned to look at Ellis. A delightful smile played at her lips, and Ellis was relieved that what he had been fearing had not happened. He thought that she would still be mad at him from their last encounter. Zoey walked up to him and gave Ellis a tight hug. "Come on in, I just went out to get a few things. I was hoping to arrive before you.." She said. "You arrived only a few seconds after I had, so it's okay. Here, I got you something." He handed her the small bag. Zoey looked at the bag and smiled thankfully. "Thank you. I haven't had these in a while. You always used to buy these, and I can't afford it on my own. Even if I could, I would have to have lost my mind to buy chocolates that are worth some people's month
“Why did you stop talking?” Zoey asked as she noticed that Ellis was lost in thought.He sighed. “To be honest, I’m just having an internal argument on the pros and cons of telling you this next part. I don’t know if you’ll see me as crazy for saying this.”“If you don’t want to tell me, I won’t push you. I understand that this is your personal family issue, and you need to sort it out, so I won’t get angry for not being told the whole story.” She reassured him.“This is the reason why I want to tell you, Zoey. I trust you. I just don’t know if you’ll believe me. What I want to say sounds ridiculous. Magic exists, and I cannot explain further unless you believe it.” He said to her, and her brows scrunched in confusion.“You need to explain it a bit more to me in order for me to form an opinion. What do you mean by magic exists? Do you mean like fantasy creatures, maybe vampires?” She asked.“Not really. Have you ever heard of cultivation? It’s a technique that can grant anyone great
Ellis was not ready for the trouble that he was about to encounter. George and his small family had met him and Zoey on their way out and as they all — except Zoey — knew, George was going to start up something. Zoey didn't really know the extent of animosity that George had against Ellis. Ellis hadn't told her about it because it felt like something that should be resolved internally. The air was thick with tension as George accosted Ellis and Zoey just as he opened the door to Mr Cyrus's hospital room. George's face was flushed with anger, his eyes narrowed into slits as he jabbed an accusing finger at Ellis."How dare you show your face here ! You tried to kill him. Have you no shame?" George spat out, venom dripping from his words. He was about to repeat the very words that he always said to Ellis ever since Mr Cyrus's collapse. "My father was healthy as a horse until you came sniffing around. Now he's lying in that bed, clinging to life, because of you!"Lisa laid a hand on Geor
The brightly lit room was nothing like what it looked like. An ordinary man would think it was a conference room, but it would take a second, close look to see the unusualness in the room. It was the vast vacuum that served as a location for the mage council. Another unusual sight to behold was the beautiful face of the maid, Yelena, who Ellis had seen, in the middle of the room. She stood before men and women who sat on a large, round table that took up great space in the room. She stood like someone who was being addressed. In Yelena's hand, was a small vial enclosed in an emerald coloured bottle. It was the degrading potion. One would wonder why Yelena held a degrading potion and stood before men and women of high standing, in a large room like that. The setting was normal, but also really abnormal. At first Yelena's face was down towards her feet, but now, she looked up at the people whose front she occupied, with a determined look in her face. Words were spoken, but most inaudib
Ellis had forgotten an important file he was supposed to submit to the hospital, so he went back to the Royale mansion to get it before he could visit his father. He had just entered the mansion when he began to hallucinate. It seemed almost like his nightmares were happening in broad daylight. He began to feel a sense of unease within the cavernous walls of the sprawling Royale mansion. First, he began to hear weird voices. As the only remaining Royale in the mansion after Marcus’s arrest and his father’s collapse, Ellis easily attributed his fears to his loneliness. But he was more than sure that something sinister was at play.At first, except for missing his father, Ellis had no problem with having the place to himself even after being accused of something he did not do. It was a good break from people. Well, until he found out about Yelena and it no longer was. He was beginning to believe Zoey, maybe there was a hex on the house. He had been relatively better when he was at Zoey’
When Ellis regained consciousness, he found himself in a hospital room, with sunlight filtering through the blinds and the reassuring sounds of serenity filtering in from the hallway outside. A doctor in a crisp white coat was making notes on a clipboard, glancing up with a look of professional concern as Ellis stirred. "Ah, you're awake Mr. Royale. You've had quite an ordeal, it seems. The staff that brought you in seemed quite shaken." Ellis opened his mouth to respond, but no words would come out, his throat was parched. He was given some wanted, and then the doctor continued in a gentle yet matter-of-fact tone. "The cut on your head required stitches, and you suffered from dehydration, exhaustion, and malnutrition. But the biggest concern was your mental state - you appeared to be experiencing a psychotic break with auditory and visual hallucinations which was confirmed by the gardener that found you first. We were told that you appeared to be seeing things no one else could se