Day Fifty-Three:
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Clack-
Clack-
The sounds of footsteps spread, and through the veranda a man covered by a cloak and a hood appeared. His two blood-colored eyes gleamed as it look through the glass door of the veranda.
Tack-
Tack-
Using his fingers he tapped the door.
Tack- Tack- Tack- Tack-
He repeated such actions as if waiting for someone to open the closed door.
Tack- Tack- Tack- Tack-
Feeling agitated, he opened his mouth and spoke in a whisper.
"I'm here... Open. I'm here... open the door"
Yet, no reply came back. The man realizing that the person behind the closed door would not do as he wants, took out a dagger with the sigil of the Memphis Kingdom. He strike the closed door through its gaps and-
Click-
-the sound of gears, and the door finally opened. The curtains sway as the cold evening wind entered through the now open door. The man looked around and saw the extremely fine designs of the furnitures, he then looked through the very center of the room where a great bed resides.
The man seeing the person laying on the bed, smiled. He then approached the sleeping figure and stopped.
"Ah...! You're still as beautiful as before"
The man muttered as he reached out to caressed the sleeping figures hair.
"Marianne! We'll finally be together!"
He shouted. The man looked at the sleeping figure - the woman with platinum hair - Marianne, the Third Consort of the Memphis Kingdom, lovingly... No, the man's eyes held insanity and obsession that could not be controlled.
He looked at the Third Consort - Marianne in such way, his hands didn't stopped from caressing the woman's hair.
"9 Years... Ah! We'll finally be together after 9 years! I won't let that bastard take you again from me! I! The sole person to loved you! I won't give you to anyone!"
He shouted. His voiced echoed through the moonlit room, yet not a single person entered the said room.
"No one will interfere..."
The man raised his right hand to the air, within his open palm he conjured magic, and dark mana gathered as he did so.
With just a few seconds of activation, the man released the gathered mana and spread it around the room. Darkness enveloped the room and silence followed after.
The man hugged the woman and lifted her body...
Crack-
...But stopped the moment he heard such sounds. His two blood-colored eyes gleamed in madness as he looked around the room. He lay Marianne's body back to the bed.
"You...! You dare intefere between our love! I can't take such tyranny! Show yourself!"
The man shouted, his eyes filled with madness as he looked around.
"You won't show yourself? Fine! I'll make you do so!"
The man once again raised his right hand in the air, and gathered dark mana. Moments later magic circles of different size and form covered the room.
"Dark Magic - Multi-Casting: Dark Serie-"
The man swung down his hand as if to activate the spell and dark liquid covered the floor. The man's eyes filled with insanity looked down as he felt a stinging pain from his hand, he alternated between the floor and his hand. And to a realization,
"Gukhaaaaaa!!"
he screamed as he held his amputated right arm, blood continue to flow from it.
Clack...
Clack...
Slow footsteps then echoed inside the room. The man with amputated arm, glared from where the sound came from and saw an unfamiliar figure standing on the veranda. The figure calmly took on his murderous intent.
"You...! Who are you!"
Shouted the madman. He held onto his amputated arm and muttered something under his breath, moments later the amoutated part was covered in darkness and the blood stopped from flowing out the wound. The figure that could be said to be a man's, watched all this happened, yet not a single reaction came out from him, he just shifted his gaze to he woman lying on the great bed, as if the madman nothing but a pebble on the road.
"Do you think I'll give her to you!"
The madman shouted, his eyes was once again filled with murderous intent.
Clack...
Clack...
The slow footsteps once again continues as the man walked towards the greatbed, ignoring the madman shouting from the side.
"I will not hand her to anyone again! Marianne is mine and mine alone!"
He screamed, yet the man didn't even gave him a glance, his eyes focused on the woman.
Clack...
Clack...
Clack-
His footstep stopped as the madman blocked his way.
"...I won't give her to anyone! This happened because you people took her away from me! Killing her! It's all you people fault! I wouldn't have to kill her if you didn't took her away from me!"
The madman shouted, his voiced cracked.
"I wouldn't have to kill her if she didn't gave birth to that bastards child! It's all their fault she died! IT'S ALL THAT CHILD'S FAULT! IF SHE DIDN'T GAVE BIRTH TO HER, WE WOULD BE LIVING TOGETHER HAPPILY!"
He screamed and screamed, yet the man infront of him just looked at him silently. The madman finally seeing the figures eyes, looked into it and stopped. His body froze and cold-sweat appeared from his body, his insanity... gone.
"Ah...aa...aha"
The madman muttered such incomprehensible words and...
Crash!
...He fell down, his legs gave in and he couldn't move his body.
"Aaaah...ah..aaa...a"
The man ignored the madman and walked towards the woman on the bed once again. As he arrived infront of the woman, he fixed her nightwear and lay her comfortably on the bed as he covered her body with the thick blanket.
"...I'm late once again"
The man muttered in a low voice.
"I couldn't full fill my promise once again. I'll be meetin you again...mother"
He said as he turned around, with small movement from his fingers, the madman, the blood and amputated arm on the floor disappeared as if nothing happened. The small mess inside the room returned to normal as the man, walked back to the open veranda.
"I won't fail next time"
He said before disappearing in the darkness.
Crack-
Within the inner part of the room, inside the ceiling above the Third Consort's bed. A pair of amethyst-colored eyes, watched the scene, from beginning to end. And as if finishing their objective the pair of eyes disappeared and...
Crack-
... a small figure appeared from within the closet. A girl with platinum-blue hair and amethyst-colored eyes, wearing a blue dress, looked at the woman lying on the bed, her face filled with snot and tears.
"Mama..."
The child whispered.
"Mama..."
She said as tears fell from her eyes.
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'She's having the same dream again...'
Dawn thought as she looked at her princess; tears flowing down her eyes.
"Princess... Wake up"
Dawn said, as she slowly and carefully wake her princess from the nightmarish dream that she's in.
"...Dawn...?"
The platinum-blue haired princess muttered as she slowly opened her eyes.
"Yes, Your Highness. It is I Dawn Velan"
She said as she covered the princess's hands with her own.
"It's fine now... It's just a dream..."
The princess hearing the word, shook her head. Her ice-cold personality gone as if it never existed. Her new aura made her look so fragile as if she would break with just a single touch.
'This is the first time that I've seen My Lady act in this way'
Nevertheless, as the sole personal maid, Dawn comforted the princess in her own way. She hugged Eleonora carefully, as she felt that the princess might break.
"It's okay princess... I'm here with you... You don't have to be afraid"
Eleonora once again shook her head.
"You're going to leave me too..."
She said, her voiced filled with sadness. Dawn bit her lips.
"I'll be with you through the end My Lady"
"...Is that true?"
"..."
"I knew it..."
"...Yes princess, it is true. I, Dawn Velan, would always be with the princess, Eleonora Shuvan Ascorte Memphis. I'll always be by your side forever"
"Do you mean it?"
"...Yes, princess"
"I won't forgive you if you leave my side!"
"...I won't leave your side My Lady"
"Promise?"
"Promise"
As if hearing that's all she want to hear, Eleonora return back to sleep, a big smile that never appeared since the death of the Third Consort appeared on her. Dawn seeing her princess's genuine smile again, clenched her fist tightly.
'I'm sorry princess...'
Dawn once again caressed the sleeping princess's hair.
'He might be able to help'
She thought as she remembered the figure of the black-haired young man.
- Writer
