While Roxanne swept the floor, Francesca and Arwen arranged the furniture hand-in-hand across the room. Cecilia joined in and wiped the dusty surfaces from the windowsills. The girls bonded together as they chatted and joked about anything. As Cecillia giggled upon hearing the joke, her hand reached for something from the cupboard. It was an old photograph in a rustic white wooden frame. The girl ignored any background noises and started to caress the dusty glass surface, revealing a picture of four people. It was young Cecillia, standing between her father and mother who carried a beautiful baby boy, her little brother. A faint smile was curved on her lips as she reminisced the past memory of her lost family.-----A horse carriage stopped by the house’s front door. A man in his thirties hopped down from the vehicle and was greeted by the loves of his life: his beautiful wife and a young girl with two braids on her hair who immediately rushed her little feet to hug the man.
As the dusk unraveled in the sky, the girls had finished cleaning the long-abandoned Cecillia's house. They rested for a while, wiping beads of sweat off their forehead before Roxanne said something about dinner."It's evening already, aren't you all hungry?"Francesca nodded eagerly as she felt the rumbling sound inside her stomach. She asked the native Pandees girl, "are markets still open at this time, Cecillia?""Actually, yes." the girl stretched her limbs and made a cracking sound from her tired joints. "It's not too far from here, just follow the road then turn left. You'll see a lot of tenants selling groceries."Roxanne jumped up and volunteered to buy the food supply. "All right! Who wants to go with me?""Not me," Arwen answered as she looked up at Roxanne. "I'm afraid they'll look at me differently because I'm not human."“Arwen can stay here and help me take care of Devon,” Cecilia offered.“Fine. I guess it’s just the two of us, Fran.” glanced Roxanne to Francesca.As th
Devon’s eyes felt heavy as he struggled to open them. As his eyes opened wide, a flickering candle cast a faint glow in the unfamiliar room. The man blinked a few times, trying to comprehend and guess his whereabouts now. He glanced over to the right and left just to see cracked walls with an arch leading to the unknown. Devon groaned as he tried to sit from his rest and ran his fingers through his hair. Tons of questions were going around inside his head like a carousel. Where was he? How did he come to this place? Where are his friends?As he pressed his fingertips on the temple, Devon heard an indistinct chattering from a room across the long hallway. He sharpened his hearing and realized that the voice belongs to a group of women. He sat in silence and mumbled, “who are they?”The man grew more curious as the laughter was heard. The pleasant and appetizing smell of something cooked made him salivate and his stomach was grumbling heavily. After a few moments, Devon pulled the blanke
It’s the next day after they knew that Roxanne forgot the path that leads to her very own hometown since she left at the very young age. The group then discussing on how to reach Gallant Rose when their escort didn’t even know the road they need to take to reach Byron City, where Gallant Rose HQ is located.They gathered inside an abandoned building that Cecilia has brought them in. She says this is once a home of her family, but ever since her kidnapping and the murder of her family, it has been left empty since.They sit on each side of a large wooden desk that seems to be previously used for family dinner. It’s covered by dust, so Cecilia pulled a sheet from the drawer to cover the desk. And so they assessed the situation.“So you’re saying that you know what to do and who to meet in Gallant Rose, but you can’t lead us there?” Ask Devon to Roxanne.“Um... Yeah, I spent most of my childhood in Byron, until Beatrice picked me up and recruited me
Having more people in the group would risk their identity to be discovered, they also didn’t want to endanger a civilian for this, so Roxanne politely refused the offer.“Uh- No, thanks! We’re kind of tight on the budget, so I’m not sure that we can afford to hire a guide to reach Byron. Thanks for the offer though, we will be on our merry way!” Roxanne answers awkwardly, she tries to escape the conversation along with Devon who skitters away from the Town Hall.“Ma’am? Ma’am! I can give you a discount price!” Yell the officer trying to haggle with now running away Roxanne and Devon. His voice began to diminish into thin air as Roxanne and Devon hurried their steps.“That was a close call, that officer was quite persistent” Sigh Devon.“Yeah... But at least we know that Byron City is way farther than expected. But how are going to get there?”“You heard the officer, we could probably ask the guide for the map that leads to Byron City and
After finishing the dinner where Maurice joined in. They have finished cleaning up the table and now sit together to hear more about Maurice’s side of story.“What is your occasion to visit this house Uncle Maurice? I thought this place has been abandoned ever since the attack...” Ask Cecilia towards Maurice’s sudden visit.“Well, ever since the attack, I went into hiding in this city. I never tried to live in this house even though back then Madame Marie allows it. Being in this place would just bring me suffering as I vividly remember the tragedy of that day...” The old man’s stature lowers.“But even so, this place holds a lot of memories for me. I always check the house from time to time. That’s why I thought the gentleman here is some ruffian that tries to take over the building. Please pardon my insolence.” Maurice bows to Devon and Arwen.“It’s okay Sir Maurice. We would also like to apologize for causing misunderstanding.” Devon politely a
“This is the map that I made with references from one of my acquaintances who is a local guide. This map is designed specifically to reach from here to Byron City. As long as you follow the path provided with this map, you will eventually reach Byron City.” Explain Maurice.“I have been keeping this map with hopes that eventually I’m able to confront the captor of Sir Lloyd. But alas, that day never come, as the long trip would take too much toll on my old, frail body if I were to go alone.”Maurice then looked at Cecilia briefly, and then to Devon.“Sir Devon, I don’t care what happens to me now. I’m waiting for the cold embrace of death takes me away forever, but won’t you please grant this old man’s last will?”“I will give you this map for free, so you may continue on your journey. But will you please find Sir Lloyd when you reached Byron City, and if possible bring him back to Lady Cecilia, regardless of what state he is in now.” Maurice’s ey
The group struck in a daze hearing Cecilia’s determination. Despite knowing the risk she would face. It starts to get awfully late, so the group might be a wearied down. So Devon suggests considering this tomorrow morning instead.“We will put that into consideration. For now, let’s all of us rest. It’s getting awfully late and I’m sure all of us are rather tired. We can continue this conversation tomorrow.” The group agrees, and went to their respective room to rest.Devon in his bed is pondering about accepting Cecilia’s deal, or tries to negotiate with her so he didn’t put her on a risk. He extends his hand to the ceiling, and reminiscing the time that Devon and Cecilia spent together that night. He could still imagine the warmth of Cecilia’s body as she embraces him.His face blushes. He was thinking about a plan for Cecilia’s safety, but now his mind is just filled with pleasant memories of her. He perishes the thought and quickly went to sleep.<