The chilling breezes are blowing enormously, and the howling silence of the dead telling their story of the previous battles. The ears are full of silent screams of the people who left behind after the wars.
The dense fog is covering the battlefield and the tiny droplets are freezing on the eyelashes. I am feeling anxious and helpless, even when the whole Verglasia is standing with me. It begins the inevitable and there is no turning back to it.
I wish to see Elijah and Daphne, but they haven’t spoken to me since then. Lucian is right that I am hurting my self-ego. Linta’s words from the last night’s dream wanders in my mind like an explorer. They are striking at every corner of my mind.
I close my eyes and sigh loudly. Suddenly, I feel a tap on my shoulder and I open my eyes and turn
