My Aunt, the king of our land and the knights were all invited to our wedding and I was nervous a well. “Stop being nervous”. Sir Victor said. “You are acting as if you don’t want to marry her anymore”. Sir Victor tired to face Christian, his baby boy in his arms. “Are you seeing your uncle, Christian?. Do t grow up to be like him.". He teased. Yeah that’s right. We finally got to see Sir Victor’s wife and son and might I add that his son looks nothing like him!. And on the topic of kids, what the night awaited Christina and I made me nervous too. I was nervous about everything. “Were you this nervous when you were getting married to your wife?”. I questioned Sir Victor. “No, not at all---“. Sir Victor started but his wife had interrupted with the truth, exposing that Sir Victor had developed his first asthma attack from his wedding and that if not for god’s interference, they would have postponed their wedding while he would have spent it at an hospital. That did a little trick
300 years later. “Wow Father, this is beautiful!”. Christina and I’s 40 years old son, Gerald exclaimed as he stared at the huge white –with a little touch of gold—skyrise apartment. Gerald is our first son and a sturdy business man. He’d taken interest in learning business immediately we’d moved to the city and I couldn’t be more proud to see my son excel do well in his choice of study.He Is currently married with a fine lady that works in his field of work and they have two beautiful girls, twin girls to be precise---Katherine and Katherina---“I really couldn’t agree less, father”. Miriam, our daughter chimed in. She was a spiltting image of Christina. From her long blonde hair to her green eyes. She’s our first and only daughter, the second born of the family and probably Christina’s favourite---although Christina always denies that she doesn’t have a favourite--- but it shows and we all know it too. Being an epitome of beauty just like her mother, she’d had different spouses
"Oh, shit!. My drink spilled" Exclaimed an angry customer. "Where's the cleaner boy?!" Cleaner boy. That was my queue. Rushing over to the table of the angry customer, I present myself. "I'm sorry about that" "Just go get me something to wipe my shirt and clean this table" "Yes" Just as I was about to turn around and do as told, the customer holds me back. "Is that you, Xagrel?" He inquired, uncertain. Turning over to face the customer, I nod. "Yes, it's me" His face burst into a wide grin. "No way. It's me, Korn from highschool" Shit. Just my luck. "Oh, Korn. What a surprise" "Sit for a second man, let's catch up" Korn suggests plunging me down onto an empty chair infront of him but I hesitate. "I'm working right now, Korn. Maybe some other time" Korn dips his hands inside his pocket, slamming a 20$ bill on the table. "I'll pay for your time man, come on. Let's catch up like old times" There wasn't any "old times" between Korn and I. Korn just wanted to bellitle me as us
In a split second, my eyes flash before my eyes and I felt regretful. Regretful for having lived a life that had no meaning whatsoever, regretful for having allowed Korn bully me out of my workplace, regretful for having exchanged harsh words with my mother. If only I could have a second chance...but then, would I do things differently?. I wouldn't know until I get that chance. "Damn, my head" I wince in pain, rising up to my feet while placing my hands on my head. Then, I remember that I wasn't even supposed to be alive. "What is going on?" Taking a look around my surrounding, I find myself in a place that I couldn't recognize. Surrounding me were high mountains whose peak were hovered glistening light. Water falls freely down the side of the mountain into a river of clear sliver water that flowed into a riverbank. There were different species of flower dancing freely by the bottom of the mountain. "What in the world is this place?" I questioned, filled with amuse
Witch Lyrik smack the back of my head head. "It's king Korn to you" I was having a hard time wrapping my head around everything; this new world development, Korn as king, the witch similarity to my manager. If I was in a different world with the people here similar to those in my past life, if everyone truly upgraded one way or another; why was I still ranked as a slave?. The lowest of all lows. Tightening my fist, I apologize." I apologize for calling you with disrespect, my king" "Apology accepted but you will be punished for trying to flee from me" Korn declares. "The question here is; In what way?. How about I do so by turning your little sister to one of my concubines" My eyes widened at the mention of my my sister. How had I almost forgotten that if Korn could be in this world so could my sister, Ophelia. "Please.."I plead, rubbing my hands against one another. "Not my sister. I'll do anything" "You will do anything I want whether you like it or not" King Korn co
How did I know that my senses had been awakened?. That's because the light emitting from the strange artifact blinded my eyes so badly that the box had fallen from my hands. But just before the box could touch the ground; time stops and reverses settling the box back in my hands. "What the-" I say, bewildered. "M..o..v..e" came the giant's voice pushing me out of the way as they uproot a tree onto their shoulders. But do you know what was insane? The fact that I was pushed by a giant but wasn't moved from where I was standing. As if I suddenly had a strength par with a giant. I chuckled over my absurd thought. "That can't be right. Maybe the giant didn't push me hard enough" My gaze lingers at the giants as they go about uprooting more trees from their root as an idea creeps into mind. Placing the strange artifact back into it's box and tucking it into my pocket, I moved to stand infront of a tree exhaling deeply. "Here goes nothing" Placing my hands at either side
Do I want to take a look into my future?. What if it doesn't have Ophelia in it? Was I ready to face that kind of future?. "I would like to politely decline, Lord Nova" "Why? You're not brave enough?" Lord Nova closes his outstretched hands. "You need to work on your courage, Xagrel or else you are never going to grow even with the kind of power you wield" I furrow my brow, confused. "What sort of power do I weild, Lord Nova?" "That's for you to find out when you are ready to" Lord Nova alights from the bed. "Your leg is all healed up. You may leave now" Alighting from the bed, I bow my head at Lord Nova. "Thank you for your wise words" "Wise words without actions remains empty words, Xagrel. Choose wisely" Exiting the tent, I gazed around for Ryker but he was nowhere to be seen. I was a bit disappointed as I'd expected him to be waiting for me outside. I guess he meant it when he said we weren't 'close yet' Just then, I hear a loud scream coming not so faraway from wher
The interior of the bookstore gave an eerie feeling as it was dimly lit with flickering candles. Walking down the aisle, the path leads to numerous bookshelves that were shaped like a door. Those bookshelves had no walls on them. "How can we help you?" A voice inquires, startling me. Turning sideways towards the direction of the voice, I come face to with a talking wall. Swallowing deep, I inquired. "Do you run this place?" "The store owner is out for some couple of days" The wall replies. "We don't know when she'll be back" "We?" The wall clears his throat, probably annoyed. "I take it that you are new then. What can I help you with?" "I'm looking for a book that can help me learn magic" There was silence before the wall lets out a deep hearty laughter. "Magic isn't just for anyone to learn, boy. If that were to be the case, I'd be a talking human not a talking wall" "You've come to the wrong place so see yourself out" The wall concludes. Anger coursed through