Renoe walked passed the dead bodies of the slaughtered sheeps, the ground covered in their blood. He sighted a black flag sticked into the ground by a little lamb and went closer. As he drew near, he saw a note attached to the flag. kneeling, he untied the note and read it's content.
" YOU HAVE RAIDED OUR LANDS TO STEAL OUR NEXT GENERATION. WE SPEAK TO YOU THIS DAY IF YOU DO NOT RETURN THEM AT DUSK, EVERY PEACE TIES WITH GARISTONA WILL BE CUT OFF. HENCE WE INTURN, SHALL TAKE ARISH FROM YOUR HANDS. THIS IS THE FINAL GREETING."
Renoe looked up to his men squeezing the note in anger. They challenge Arish, one of the top greatest Kingdom in the world with disrespect. Curse those bunch of ungrateful idiots. We always had their backs at war and now they wage war against us. Renoe looked around once more. The only source of livelihood for these poor shepherds taken away from them. Be it animal or mortal, Garistona would pay for their false accusations and harsh actions. He stormed towards his horse with the flag and rode away to the castle leaving his men behind. Those ungrateful donkeys - he thought.
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" you'll have to remember to stay calm and access all situations in your head before you release your energy. If you are driven by anger it would only cause havoc and chaos and cloud your judgement ". Morbius said without looking at Winter.
Winter studied the man in front of her. His personality was far different from the other humans she encountered. He looked so peaceful yet so dangerous, he was free at the same time cold. Morbius had great understanding on things and his wisdom greater than anyone in Arish, that she knew very well. The fact that Mania left her in his hands meant she trusted him so, she as well could trust him. Only then did she realize she was already starting to get attracted to him. His fine black hair and beautiful green eyes made it hard for her not to. She jotted it down in her heart as a new exciting feeling. She shook her head, forgetting she was with Morbius. Winter thought she was confused and was not thinking clearly so, she made her thoughts void and was snapped back into reality by Morbius fingers.
" Winter? " He called out calmly.
Winter felt a tingle in her stomach, looking back at the man in front of her innocently. " Yes? ".
" You seem lost in thought , if you are not clear on things you can share with me and I'll answer whatever question that comes next"
" Where do I belong?" She said standing up from the floor and walking to the window to stare at the sky. Morbius following with his gaze. " Am I mortal?, am I supernatural?..." She said turning back to look at Morbius who still sat on the floor " ...or am I a spirit?, how will I know my purpose when I do not know who I am but only what I am. I had live in a world where mercy was never a principle neither grace but only room for perfection, I grew up with hatred for mortals when they were always a part of me, how can I step into this new life when the life I had was a ruthless and meaningless one?" For the first time Winter let the feeling she dreaded the most consumer her, she had to admit it, it was eating her alive. She had derailed from her purpose. How would she adjust to it?. A tear fell from her eyes. The new feelings felt odd. Was it because it was always part of her humanity?.
Morbius saw the confusion. She would find it hard, after being someone merciless two days ago and then a savior for humanity. This once was cold woman was cracked now and it might leave a scar in her life. A life full of regret and self hate. No!, he would change that. Seeing her like that made his brain go numb. He felt a little bit of connection the first day he saw her but now, it felt stronger.
" Winter, there is always room for regret, but always remember you are were you are and going back is missing the opportunity to start again. You are three in one, be it mortal angel or demon but you Winter are the holder of your life, trust your self...". Morbius was cut short when the palace bell rang. He stood up abruptly and peeped out the window to see troops of young boys and older men coming in to the castle. He looked at Winter who gave him no expression. He smirked.
" AND SO IT BEGINS "