'A century ago, the most powerful sorcerer has been born at the most sacred mountain in a magical forest. The mystical forces of nature have always surrounded this dominant being, known as Reeves. A legend sorcerer who fought against the most vicious dark sorcerer, Deveraux. A vile dark being also known as the God of Death. According to legend, history has countless number of buried souls. Until this day, the wars of curses and the famous story of the Great Reeves will forever be known.'
Juno excitedly reads her new book; she's captivated by the alluring design of it. The cover pictures a mysterious man in a maroon and torn cloak, holding a tall brown staff, he seems to be Reeves; the sorcerer of light. However, her attention was drawn by the sorcerer of darkness, that represents a heavy and deadly magic; covered by dark clothes and holds a long-broken staff. It appears to be Deveraux, the most dangerous sorcerer ever known. She can't identify what they look like, because their hoods kept their faces hidden. Although, their characters and roles are still noticeable.
For some reasons, she couldn't take her attention away from the dark sorcerer. It feels like she's being charmed by it. Her eyes are fixated at him, she kept touching his image; wanting to feel him more. She held the book tightly; slowly getting closer to her face.
Noises and whispers began to ring inside her ears. The rusty voice of an old man, children whispering, and an eerie voice lingers in her mind.
"The curse... Shall never be...Enchantment...of the suffering... Shall never be.... All of you... who lives in a lie... Shall never be...broken..."
As the voice runs through her mind, the dark sorcerer's eyes appeared in the image.
The dark, sharp, and wide eyes suddenly looked directly at her.
"Juno, hey Juno."
William stood at her bedroom door for about a few minutes now.
Juno glanced at him with widened eyes, she's still in shock of what she heard and saw. But honestly, would anyone believe her? She couldn't even believe it herself.
"Juno, are you even listening? What's the matter with you?" William asked with little bit of displeasing tone.
"Oh, nothing really." She said while looking around; feeling unsure of the present moment.
"You've been staring at that book, for like - a few minutes." William could see her furrowed brows as she dropped the book on her drawer. It's apparent to him that something in her thoughts bothers her.
"D'you mind answering? Are you alright?" William asked once more, with feelings of concern about Juno's tense actions.
"Oh - I'm really sorry. I'm just...."
"Yeah? Just what?" He asked, wanting to know what's really going on with her. She was about to explain her reasons, but as she looked at him – she realized that no one will believe her odd story. It's too peculiar to sum up with reality.
"I just remembered something. Honestly, don't worry about it." Juno answered, trying to convince him that there's nothing bothering her.
"Well, fine..." He couldn't figure out Juno's mixed emotions. However, she seems to be so nervous, pretending to be busy - flipping some of her collected parchments from her counter table. He knew that something is unusual about her.
"Our ride is waiting outside, if you don't mind – I'll help you carry your baggage." He calmly said.
"Yes - of course, you go first and I have to find something. I'll catch up soon."
In a quick shift, Juno changed her mood to mask up her worries. William lifted her baggage and left with a short glance – gently closing her bedroom door.
She heavily sighed the moment William left, removing the mask and revealed her true emotions by her own. Her body falls on a chair, sinking her emotions in. She's trying to mute her mind, but the eerie voice lingers in her memory; and later - jerked out of her chair and searched for a notebook that she calls a 'memory book'. It's a simple medium sized notebook, it has a brown leather texture with her name printed in black ink at lower right side of the notebook's cover. Her eyes narrowed – opening up her notes and starts to write.
March 28th,
It's not the 'weirdest' day of my life – it's rather the 'scariest' day. A dream that I could never explain, seeing my dying friends. It made me question the reality. This afternoon, the book Clarence gave me "The History of Sorcery" had been alive for a moment. The dark sorcerer's eyes appeared in the image with voices and whispers ringing inside my ears, but there was a specific eerie and deep voice of a man that I can never forget. Am I hallucinating?
I am not used to write the happenings in my life, these notes of mine hasn't even consumed half of the pages yet, but only three.
However, in case of bad luck – my memories are in this book.
Juno Heathcliff
"Hey Juno! Come out now!" William's yell was heard through the bedroom, lightly honking the steering wheel of the taxi – sneaking his hand through the driver's window.
Quickly squeezing her pen and notebook inside her backpack, Juno strode outside her home, locked the front door - and went directly to their taxi.
Getting inside the back seat of the yellow car, Juno hopped in first and William sat next to her, Clarence on the other hand – is already making himself comfortable in the front seat. He was the one who booked the ride, since they're with their heavy bags – a private ride is better than a bustling bus.
Sacred Greens is definitely far away from home. It's a place known for its mystery. People do visit there but only for a few times, as Sacred Greens is beyond towns and forests. Some believe its mysteries, and never dared to visit. It's a place where nature would follow you anywhere. On the way there, they passed the known long bridge. Underneath the bridge, is a beautiful river full of wonders. Some say that people once took their own life by jumping off the bridge and allowing themselves to drown, holding the hands of their loved ones. Rumors spread that most of the people who committed suicide are lovers, as people discovered wedding rings and promise rings below the river. However, one thing kept on people's mind. They wonder what could be the reason of committing their own death? Or did that sorrowful event really a part of history? Whatever it is, history or fictions, people kept in mind that these 'stories' only came from rumors.