Patriarch Magnus's eyes were fixed on Sierra's face, his mind reeling with the words she was speaking. Who was Cain? And what did she mean by "our tree"? He felt a shiver run down his spine as Sierra's words seemed to awaken a deep memory, a memory that he couldn't quite grasp. The music swirled around them, and the powerful glow surrounding them grew brighter, illuminating the faces of the people around them. They were all frozen in place, their eyes fixed on the two of them, as if they were witnessing something momentous. Patriarch Magnus felt himself being drawn into the glow, felt himself being pulled into a world that he didn't understand. He tried to speak, but his voice was caught in his throat. All he could do was hold onto Sierra, feel her warmth and her light, as the world around them seemed to fade away.
The glow grew brighter, and the air around them seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly energy. Sierra's eyes were still closed, but her face was alight with a radiant smile. She was lost in a world of her own, a world that Patriarch Magnus couldn't follow. He felt himself being pulled closer to her, felt his heart beating in time with hers. The music swirled around them, a wild and primal rhythm that seemed to match the beating of their hearts. The people around them were frozen in place, their faces awestruck as they watched the two of them. And then, in an instant, the music stopped. The glow faded, and the world around them came back into focus. Sierra's eyes snapped open, and she looked up at Patriarch Magnus with a look of confusion.
"What...what just happened?" she whispered. Patriarch Magnus shook his head, his mind reeling with the same question. What had just happened? And what did it mean?
"I came now I am leaving," Sierra snapped hehe he has never said that she had to stay the whole night that's her loophole. Her faking being sick just back fired this can't backfire on her!
Patriarch Magnus's eyes narrowed, his face darkening with annoyance.
"You can't just leave now, Sierra," he said, his voice low and commanding. But Sierra just smiled, a triumphant glint in her eye.
"I can, and I will," she said, her voice firm.
"You never said I had to stay the whole night. You only said I had to come. And I've come. Now, I'm leaving." She turned on her heel, her dress swirling around her, and started to walk away. Patriarch Magnus's eyes flashed with anger, but he couldn't deny the truth of her words. He had never specified that she had to stay the whole night. Sierra had found a loophole, and she was exploiting it to the fullest. He gritted his teeth, his mind racing with ways to counter her move. But for now, he could only watch as she walked away, a smile of triumph on her face.
Patriarch Magnus's eyes followed Sierra as she walked away, his mind racing with frustration and admiration. He couldn't believe she had outsmarted him like that. He had underestimated her, and now she was using it to her advantage. He took a step forward, his intention to stop her, but then he hesitated. Something about her confident stride and the smile on her face stayed his hand. He watched as she reached the door and turned to glance back at him, a mischievous glint in her eye. For a moment, they just looked at each other, the tension between them palpable. Then, with a flick of her hair, Sierra turned and disappeared into the night, leaving Patriarch Magnus to wonder what had just happened.
That night Patriarch Magnus had a long dream a dream with beautiful silver white hair and purple eyes.
Patriarch Magnus's eyes fluttered closed as he sank into a deep sleep, his mind still reeling from the events of the night. But as he drifted off, he was suddenly transported to a different world, a world of vivid colors and intense emotions. He saw a figure standing before him, a figure with long, flowing silver-white hair and piercing purple eyes. The eyes seemed to bore into his soul, and he felt a shiver run down his spine. The figure's face was familiar, yet he couldn't quite place it. It was a face he had seen before, but in a different context. The figure reached out a hand and touched his face, and Patriarch Magnus felt a jolt of electricity run through his body. He tried to speak, but his voice was caught in his throat. The figure's eyes seemed to hold a deep sadness, a deep longing. And then, in an instant, the vision was gone. Patriarch Magnus's eyes snapped open, and he sat up in bed, his heart pounding in his chest. He was covered in sweat, and his mind was racing with questions. What did the dream mean? And who was the mysterious figure with the silver-white hair and purple eyes?
Patriarch Magnus threw off the covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed, his mind still reeling from the vivid dream. He rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the lingering images, but the figure's piercing purple eyes seemed to be seared into his brain. He stood up and began to pace back and forth across the room, trying to make sense of the dream. Who was the mysterious figure? And why did he feel such a strong connection to them? He stopped pacing and stood still, his eyes fixed on a point in front of him. Suddenly, a memory flashed into his mind. A memory of a woman with silver-white hair and purple eyes. A woman he had met before, but in a different life. His eyes widened as the memories came flooding back. Sierra. The woman from the ball. The woman who had left him with more questions than answers. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized the truth. The mysterious figure in his dream was Sierra. But why was she haunting his dreams? And what did she want from him?
Patriarch Magnus's eyes flashed with amusement at the thought. Sierra was a formidable opponent, and trying to get anything from her would indeed be a challenge. He had already seen her stubbornness and determination firsthand.
"Claiming the highest mountain" was a fitting analogy. But Patriarch Magnus was not one to back down from a challenge. He was intrigued by Sierra, and he was determined to uncover the secrets that lay beneath her tough exterior. He would have to tread carefully, however. Sierra was not a woman to be trifled with, and he had a feeling that she would not hesitate to strike back if she felt threatened.
Patriarch Magnus's eyes gleamed with determination as he thought about the challenge ahead. He would have to use all his skills and cunning to get past Sierra's defenses and uncover the truth about their past life connection. He was a master strategist, and he was confident that he could crack the code that was Sierra. But as he thought about her, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement. He had never met a woman like Sierra before, and he was eager to see what lay beneath her tough exterior. He leaned back in his chair, a plan already forming in his mind. He would start by gathering more information about Sierra, and then he would make his move. The game was on, and Patriarch Magnus was ready to play.*
Patriarch Magnus's eyes sparkled with admiration as he thought about Sierra's clever move. He had indeed set a trap for her, expecting her to try and find a way out of attending the party. But he had to admit, he hadn't expected her to find a loophole. Sierra was a clever and resourceful woman, and he found himself impressed by her cunning. He had underestimated her, and she had turned the tables on him. He couldn't help but feel a sense of respect for her, and a growing sense of fascination. He was looking forward to seeing what other tricks she had up her sleeve, and how he could counter them. The game between them was heating up, and Patriarch Magnus was excited to see what would happen next.