Incense. Smoke. Swirled. And a white bird flew from a white pot, landing on the fortuneteller’s shoulder, and her voice echoes like an angel voice amid the quiet clouds, “my children, you are welcome once again in my chambers. How’s your journey?”
“Yo mama,” Harry said, “it’s bad. A big shark chased us here.”
“Good mama,” Alister said, “I thought we won’t make it here until Jack throws an electric gold at it.”
“Really?” she asked
“Our favorite mama,” Reuben said, “since we knew we can’t lie to you and go free-“
“Yo mama,” Harry cuts in, “no one among us can dare to touch the gold in Jack&rsqu
Arthur wants to walk to Harry’s house through the long hill. And he had been walking around like a lost sheep from the middle of the day to the night. Wearily, he sat in the middle of the endless road, laid his back, and a cool breeze tangling his hair up, refreshing his strength. He forced himself up for his dried throat and dessert tongue had weakened him. And he had fallen many times in the hill, had rolled back to the ground, and the sky had gone blurred for minutes. But he would rise when the air refreshed his strength to climb the hill again. He remembers he climbed the hill with the three friends as they jumped out of their canoes at the riverside, and he remembers they walked down the long hill after climbing it. It was easy then, but hard now. Even harder when he got lost, and had lost his strength. And still can’t find his way back to Harry’s house. For he had said, “I will eat and
Isobel POV Maeve, the daughter of Melusine, pulled me to the riverside near Greenland city. And I felt the pain of transformations; of having human legs for the second time, and the blue cloud encompassed me, bonded, and pulled me into a bus. She entered the bus and sat beside me, grinning, and told the driver to start the engine, taking me to where I don’t want to go. The bus sped up through the dark and silent street, smoothly. And the flash of Arthur’s face appeared in my vision. I saw him groaning on the canoe, paddling, and then with my power of vision, I look around the sea, to know if no shark would attack him. And for a moment, am glad that he would get to the city safely on the undisturbed sea. Maeve grinned at me, and her mouth smell of rotten blood. I want to cover my nose, but her power had bounded
Chris, the old friend of Arthur, drove to Gogyoshi hotel in a new car. He slowed down into a parking space, and move out of the car. Girls marveled as he removed a glass of his eyes, and throw it to one side. That eyes glass worth millions, but he doesn’t care, and he walked into the hotel in black. “He has curly hair and a long jaw. I love him,” a girl said to her friend in one corner. “Let’s meet him,” another girl said, “he loves girl.” Vivian sped to the hotel, and five men darted out of the car and ran into the hotel to catch Chris. And Vivian waits for them in the car, communicating with them through earbuds. “Chris is smart. Don’t let him escape. Use wisdom guys. I got your back.” The five men watched C
White candles filled John’s sitting room; smoke and silence. The quiet was caused by Maeve’s action; she has sent a message through an owl that she won’t allow them to kill Jack Gordon and Isobel. Melusine bent her head, gazing at the dancing yellow flame. Her daughter had betrayed her. As usual, John, Galvin, and Eric waited in silence for her to speak first. But they know she was not happy, even she refused to drink blood since morning. And here, when the new and long candles had been shortened with fire, she raised her head and permitted them to sit, since they had stood for hours in silence. And she permitted them to speak whatever they think they should do. John, as usual, speaks first. “Maeve wants to spoil our plan-“ “She has spoiled it already,” Galvin leaned forward, folding his hand
“Where did I drop my phone?” Arthur clasped his pockets tighten as the morning light sifted through the curtains upon the bed. Chris sits up, yawned, and leaned his back against the white wall. Arthur moved down. “My phone. Where is it?” “Where did you put it?” Chris coated his mouth as he yawned once more. “Go check the sitting room.” Warily, Arthur walked there and glanced about. Picked up pillows on the chairs, walked to the table as something resembled his phone, but was remote. He dropped it, hurried to the fridge, but found nothing. He stood still in the middle of the sitting room. “Did I even come here yesterday?” He darted back to Chris’s room. “C’mon, give me your car key.” After a minute, he opened the car, glanced around, but found nothing. He held the door shut, tapping h
Isobel POV Maeve pulled me with a rope she tied around my hands. The birds chirped as we walked under the lawn of trees. And dried leaves swirled like snow, cascading to my hairs, and down to my breasts. Maeve had kidnapped many men. Had killed the disobedient ones. And bewitched the ones would fear her. We left them to clean the mess in each room in the old house. That was filled with human skeletons and animals carcasses. Her servant dug a deep pit amid the trees far from the house. A deep pit to bury those skeletons and carcasses. And when the rotten smell spoiled the air, and make me vomited the rice, she forced me to eat. She looked scared. For she didn’t want me died. Hurrying at me, she said, “I want nothing to happen to you. Let’s go for a walk in the woods.” She then tied my hands with the long rope she asked her
Helen’s phone vibrated, then rang on her bed, and she hurried to pick it up. Out of the kitchen. John’s voice quavered, trembled, and stuttered in her ear. Bewildered, she paused, listening. Silence creeps like the stillness at night. Just for a moment, and she heard her heart throbbing. To the dance of the strange quietness. Her voice breaks through and darted back to her face with the scorching breeze. As she hurried to off the cooker in the kitchen. “Dad... Dad.” John’s voice returned as if he was being chased. A sound of the door shutting was heard, and his voice came. Dropping like a sharp stones into her heart. “They want to kill me.” Stunned. “Where are you?” “At home. Please listen, don’t come here. If they kill me, it’s fine.” His voice was lost as the approaching banging noise on the door.
At 12:00 PM. The third flight hour. An hour Helen thirsted for had finally arrived. And a new goal attracts her attention, to get to China on time. No long after an airplane flew through the blue sky, tangling with white clouds. In the plane, Helen looked out the small window, hoping to see an object. The clouds attract her attention, as they formed different objects. One resembled a mountain. And another resembles a woman breastfeeding her child. As if to stave off catastrophe, a lady walked to her. To tell her to close the window. Looking at the beautiful lady on duty, she closed the glass. “Thank you, madam,” the lady said and walked away Madam? The lady just called me madam, she thought. Did I look like a mother? Maybe yes. She realized the lady address