His Accidental Luna

RUINED, FRAMED

As many people think assumed that the wolves disappeared without any trace nor had they seen them died, they were wrong. The wolves were place in a dormant sleep adherent to how they had been chained. They were placed there to avoid more destruction, and chaos. In depth succumbed to an unconscious state, because it would only means trouble. They are not punish just like what people assumed. Neither they had doubts what has been weaved through them. The peace given to them by the Gods, but it won’t prolong, now that the real war is coming. Silla, the seer of Salem, who had been serving King Bjorn, the current ruler stop on her tracks. She stop from what she was doing, but mostly suppressed duped towards the new presence she didn’t knew would grace her home, nor would she see him again. It was the same intensity. The heaviness of his aura that made the inviting ambiance of her temple be somehow dangerous.. Silla’s lips protruded. He was alone, but his power is brimming continuously. She may be blind, but that doesn’t mean she didn’t know him. “It’s been a long time.” She uttered softly. The smile never leaving her mouth as it stretched far across from the opposite direction. She twisted around to faced him, although she haven’t had the ability to see the man, who was clad on a cloak, soaked, and damped by the droplets of rain, which is pouring hardly outside. The tip tap, which is slowly getting louder as each second passed. The grey clouds hovered. They are thick and dark as they embark a bad weather. It was the only thing that keeps the silence intact, and in place. Silla did not earn a response, but that doesn’t bothered her on the slightest. She felt the wooden floor, hear the soft thuds, and footfalls she left as she steps, and make her way to where she can recall she had left the tea she brew earlier that day. “I am not sure, if you still fancy some green leaves.” She laughs softly, and it echoed. It wasn’t easy, nor had she have a hard time reaching the place. Silla take her set, and felt the container. “Take your seat.” She invited him, and she needed to tell him tice, when she heard the wooden floor opposite to her shifted, indicating a new weight that has been placed there. She smiled, and poured two cups of tea. “Why are you here?” She asked him as she bring one of the cup closer to her lips. Silla take a slight sip from it. “I am here because of the prophecy.” The man’s voice is husky, it was cold – that chilly tone he used that could have made one tremble, but of course not Silla. She had no one to fear. She is not scared of death, nor do the terrors that could have befall on her. For Silla, if it would be her time to be taken, then so be it. There’s no need for her to be terrified of. One in particular that she has nothing to lose. Silla is an abandoned child. Nobody wanted her, nor was her parents before, because she has been borne blind. They couldn’t accept her as well certainly because Silla won’t be able to retrieved the sight she lost no matter how much they asked the Gods. She lost the ability to do so, because that is her price for being a seer. It cost her greatly to pry and peer in the future, and she knew that it was fair. She saw more than what she least expected to. Overlooking the boundaries, Silla managed to rescue a lot of lives, many of the humans, who could have died because of diseases, of catastrophic events, and uncured pandemics. Nevertheless, that doesn’t mean Silla is oblivious about what was happening, to what took place in the past, because the visions she saw—she knew that they are connected to what may have occurred long before. “I thought that it doesn’t matter to you.” Silla placed down the cup as she drank even the last drop of tea from it. Not leaving any remnants, although her hand remain grasping it on her palms. “What value does it hold for you?” “You don’t need to know.” The man coldly replied. “I think I have the right, don’t you think so?” Silla chuckled softly; she did not shudder nor trembled at the hostility his tone holds. “Now that it was threat fir my Kingdom.” She added. It was. The vision she saw includes something that would means a downfall of Salem, and never had she wanted the Kingdom she was trying to protect be destroyed again. The peace that has been stolen before she foresaw using her eyes. She heard him stood up. “Are you leaving already?” She asked, worried. “If I had offended you, I didn’t mean to, but you should understand what is at risk here.” She added. “But can you confirm me one thing?” The man turned his back, but before he could leave, he speaks of those words. “What would it be?” Silla asked. There is a shortly silence. “Is she alive?” Her lips sealed shut, but ironically, even if she hide it from him, she knew he’ll find it sooner. “Yes…” She trailed of, speaking of the woman he was pertaining. “She lives, I saw her alive, and breathing.” Soon enough, his presence disappeared. Silla bring her palms across to her chest, and so she continue and closed her eyes. A mistake that he did not wait for her to finish her words, but she knew that the wind would carried it out to him. “She lives…but she was also fated to die again, but this time without redemption…” @cycy