Isla was the first to speak. "I am part of you, am I not? Why would you still hide things from me?" With arms akimbo and a tough frown on her face, she paced around the room. Nathan had been meaning to speak with his wife regarding a message he received, then paused as he remembered Isla still being present. It was a normal Friday and she had been sent by Trevor to visit in case she would get lucky finding any news from them. She visited quite often like that for the same reason. Nathan shared an awkward glance with Doris, both of them wondering whether they could fully trust her. Surely she had promised to fully take their side in the long war that ran between Nathan and her father's people, the Dragons. But still, he couldn't really test her too easily. He needed some kind of test. "Well, how about we try this." Nathan said and both women in the room stared at him with undivided attention. "Were um," it was at that moment that he braced himself. He wasn't certain he trusted her
Isla's mind raced on vast varieties of doubts. She wondered what Nathan had meant when she had asked why they hadn't trusted her. How was any of that her fault!She tried hard just to come through for him, and what did he do in return? He bailed on her. Again, because of his so-called wife!"Calm down, Isla," heaving in a deep sigh, it seemed to calm her a little. There was a knock from her and the door flung open like he had been expecting her. "Hello Trevor, I've got some good news." Trevor frowned. "H-how did you know my place?" "Not important," she said blankly, then began to grin wildly, "as the news I've got today." "IJ smiling like this, wow this is a whole new level." Remarked Trevor. "Well, come on in." He said, gesturing she entered.She strode in, taking a moment to observe his house. The living room was not as large as theirs, but it was larger than that of most Ettavile households—Nathan and Evelyn's home not excluded. It had a fine warm touch of cream color mixed with
Evelyn dressed up that morning, putting on her best outfit. She needed to look her best after all. The weather seemed to be a nice trigger for her next plan, although she began to rethink the entire scheme. Nobody knew her before. They didn't want her, they never cared about her, nor were they interested in her likes and passions. And now suddenly because she was all bold and powerful, she was suddenly important. She was still thinking about what her next move would be when he entered. "Oh Owen, thank goodness you're around." She said as soon as she saw him, "what do you think? Look at me--hey!" Before she could finish talking, he had already walked out on her. It wasn't like it was something he didn't always do. She was partially used to it. For some reason, he seemed to hate her. He always hated her, but it was always temporary, and then they would settle. But that time it, it felt like it had been forever!She sighed. There was no time to waste. She needed to speak to her son, a
Doris and her husband sat opposite to each other in the living room, and that was when the idea popped up on Nathan's mind. "Hey, Doris?" he called and she brought her head up to take a look at him. She had been engrossed on her phone all morning that it was starting to make Nathan worry. He decided to ask what was going on later, after he had spoken his mind first. "Actually, I've been thinking of our plan, and I thought maybe it's only just a dream, you know?" There was a way he laughed that showed a very vivid image of his heart being crumbled in fear. What if it didn't work and all of his enemies--since there were quite a lot of them--all just work together again and defeat him, just like the old times? Worse, what if his defeat became permanent that time? He could not risk getting his wife and their child hurt! "Nathan, calm down. I understand you and it gets really overwhelming too. I know that," Doris said, her voice soothing and relaxing. "But this is what is right, and th
Tori was up in her room thinking about... Well everything! The last time she had seen Doris and her husband had been quite a while. He was still laying in bed trapped between the veil of life and death. How terrifying things must have seemed with Doris. She only wished for one thing and one thing alone. That her suffering and patience hadn't been in vain. At some point, Nathan was supposed to be alive again. He needed to be. Else, all hope would be lost. Her mother had tried so hard to shun her, telling her that her existence in their life had been over and that it was alright. There was no way it was alright. But of course, Tori wouldn't want to argue with her mother. It would eventually become tiring in the end. Unknowingly to Tori, her mother Melissa had been staring tiredly at her, wondering how on earth she could console her daughter and change her mind that whatever had happened wasn't her fault in any way. With a deep sigh, she advanced forward and walked towards her. The do
Tori had received a confirmation message from her mother that her son was alright and that even by mere luck she couldn't explain, the TV and survived as well. She knew she would have to find a befitting punishment for him sooner or later, but decided to let him get off the hook that moment. Perhaps that day even. She had been too excited with her mother's kind words. Finally, she saw through her and was ready to accept all of her flaws. Sure working with Nathan had been risky and dangerous, but so was working elsewhere. She was on her way to her mother's room because she felt it would be nice to appreciate her efforts earlier when a phone all had stopped her abruptly. There was a hall that led to each rooms, a total of five. The first one was hers, and the second to the last, her mother's. She had chosen that room because she felt the most connected to a man she once used to love even though she would never tell her who the man was, but Tori wasn't ready to force her. There were gi
Tori realized what the phone call had meant. When she and Doris had spoken, she and Nathan! It had meant one thing and one thing alone. She had made her choice. Her mother had blocked off all calls, and had even said they dialed a wrong number. But seeing now that everything had been settled, she was going to have to leave for Ettavile. Her heart clenched into a tight fist of worry, and she wondered how it would feel to have to say goodbye to her son again. She was still thinking of the best way to act upon her decision when he walked up towards her, wrapping his hand around her fingers. "Hey mom," he said in a soft voice, and it dawned on her that they seemed deeper than they normally should. Her son was no longer the little boy she had always thought he was. He was looking more tall and less chubby than before, and there was this resemblance that had taken over his face that she just hadn't realized before. He looked more like her mother! "Hey baby," she said, lowering on her kne
Doris was quite astonished at the scenery before her. She had met with her husband, clearly announcing to him that she wanted to become part of a larger community, for both their sakes. And when they'd asked Tori about her opinion, she said it was worth a shot. Although it might bring suspicions, but if she was smart about it, she wouldn't have anything to worry about. She was in the room of a lady, madam Tasha, a well respected woman amongst the Queens and generally in Ettavile. Madam Queen's apartment was far more magnificent than any house she had stepped foot in, and there she was thinking their home had been exquisite. A lovely fragrance her nostrils picked from the living room had been something linked with rose flower mixed with lavender, and clearly it had been richly provided from the fancy flowers decorating the room. A lovely table holding a unique sculpture was placed in the center of living room. The furnitures had been molded just to attract beauty and colorful light