#Chapter232
The goddess of life (2)
Third person
She whispers the name of mate as pain becomes too much for her to bear and in a silver flash, appears a man, wrapping his arm around her defeated shoulders, holding her tall. And with a swing of his arm, he dismisses the darkness floating the land, as if it was nothing but a heavy mist.
He stands dressed in white and like the goddess, he too holds the brilliance of heaven, the halo in his silver hair, and supremacy on his silver eyes. But those silver orbs remain on the girl, searching for the light, the innocence she once radiated with.
He had failed to protect his little girl, one whom he loved before heaven.
/"My sweet, little Althea./"
But Althea looks back with hard eyes, blaming him for her loss as she pulls Aries tighter in her arms, in fear that he too was against her being with Aries. /"What has this world done to you, my little Althea?/"
