Throne or love?

Unity

In the eerie dimly lit corridor of the library, Emily and Bello sought shelter among the shadows of towering bookshelves. They reluctantly settled into restless sleep, each wary of the other's presence.

"Thank goodness it's finally morning," Bello muttered with a flash of anxiety as he blinked open his eyes and saw the first faint light of dawn filtering through the stained glass windows.

His stretching woke Emily up promptly as she was slightly awake but daydreaming. They stirred from their uneasy slumber, their eyes meeting with silent acknowledgement. As they begrudgingly parted ways, the echoes of their discordant footsteps resonated through the silent hall, a testament to the bitter enmity that lingered in the wake of their encounter.

"Hmm hmm," Bello cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence. He turned his gaze to Emily slowly, realizing she looked shocked and distressed. "Don't worry, I'll take you home."

He finally broke the silence with a calm tone, yet it echoed in Emily's ears, taking her back to the warning her mother gave her yesterday morning.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine," she said, dumbfounded. "Are you sure? Because you look miserable. Aren't you supposed to be worried about what your parents will say as well?"

Bello smirked silently, glancing at Emily at what she had just said. "Well, maybe I should remind you that I'm a boy and you are a girl. Moreover," he turned his gaze to the floor as his mood swung upon remembering his current turmoil, "I'm an orphan," the words repeated in his heart, making his chest pound. "Let's go," he rose up promptly, attempting to hide his pain from Emily.

Emily glanced at Bello sympathetically. "It's okay, I understand you just need to be careful."

"Understanding what?" Bello stared back at her in bewilderment, remembering what she said last night before passing out.

"What do you know about me?" he asked with a serious tone.

Emily blinked at Bello, gesturing her gaze into his with a serious but sympathetic manner. "I may not know much about you, but I'm certain the person that sheltered you doesn't mean well for you. I'm a visionary, and I've seen you dying countless times in my visions. The good news is, it's not too late to reverse it," Emily paused for a moment, remembering the supernatural aspect of her visions. "What's your hidden potential?" she widened her gaze, puzzled.

"Hidden potential?" Bello asked, bewildered.

"Oh no, that means you don't know about your supernatural powers," she widened her eyes, speaking with astonishment. "You'll have to find out before anyone else does."

At this point, Bello became frightened at the thought that it could be the reason why Amino had decided to erase his memory. It was like he was just waking up from a long slumber, realizing Amino already knows about his powers and he doesn't. He became instantly eager and desperate to find out what his powers were all about.

"So, what do you suggest we do about it?" he asked, astonished with a pleading face.

Emily glanced at him confusedly. "I don't really possess any supernatural powers. The only thing that distinguishes me from other people is my vision sight, but sadly, even if I tell people about my visions, they never believe me. I'm puzzled you did, but moreover, I'm delighted because it's going to help us act faster. Don't be afraid, Bello, you won't die. We'll find a way around it, I promise," she assured Bello, placing her hand on his shoulder as they locked eyes together.

Emily refused to tell Bello about the aspect of her visions that revealed lots of people dying following him because she felt he wouldn't care, as she didn't consider him to be sympathetic or ready to carry others' burdens.

"Thanks, Emy," Bello glanced at her in acknowledgment. "I believe your dreams because most times I have dreams, and they come to pass as well. Moreover, I believe it's the spiritual world that controls the physical."

"Great," Emily chuckled as a wave of achievement washed over her. "We need to come up with a plan," she said, calming her voice, glancing at Bello as he nodded in agreement. They both left the library, heading home before students started coming to school and seeing them together.

It was the first time since their level 100 that Emily had seen Bello glance at her in a pleasant gesture. It's not like they hated each other, but they had too many differences that made them never cross each other's paths, even if they were the two most brilliant students in the department. Bello considered Emily to be of low class with a poor fashion sense, while Emily considered Bello to be someone with too much pride who bragged a lot.

They had an agreement to keep their distance in school so that students wouldn't start suggesting they were in a relationship, since they didn't like each other enough to bear the shame of hearing dating rumors.

Emily was puzzled to see her parents embrace her with a sigh of relief when she got home, as all she could think of on her way driving home was the chaotic scene that was going to take place. But, to her greatest surprise, it was like the opposite.

After a warm hug from her mother, which she couldn't remember the last time she had, she tried explaining the lies she had made up on her way home. But her mum asked her to go inside and rest, while her dad just sat in his chair, glancing at her with a mix of relief and fury.

"I think it's high time we start hearing her out," Sele muttered, facing Ethan.

"You mean we should start watching her turn into a p********e?" Ethan uttered, his voice filled with fury.

"I don't think she was with a man. I think she was too scared to come back home after my warning to her yesterday morning."

"Hmm, I see. She has definitely manipulated you to their witchcraft kingdom," Bello uttered, disclosing. "I've always told you we should send this girl to the orphanage and adopt a son after Austin's death, but you kept on saying blood is thicker than water. I can see how thick the blood is now that she's gradually turning into a prostitute."

Sele sighed deeply, wincing as she lay on the chair where she had slept all night.

"I think we owe her a lot. I doubt if the prophet that said it was her arrival that killed Austin was right. Each time I look into her eyes, all I see is an innocent little girl in my reflection," she said with a calm, sad tone.

"But Prophet Adeola of the Abundance Grace Church cannot be wrong. Haven't you seen him healing the sick and the way he helps the needy?"

"That he heals the sick and helps the needy doesn't mean he's one hundred percent doing the will of God, neither does it guarantee that he's a true prophet. I wonder why I didn't realize this a long time ago. Thank goodness my instinct told me not to throw my portion away like he instructed."

"Oh, now I get the reason why you stopped attending church all of a sudden," Ethan smirked, glancing at Sele confusedly.

"You should have just made it clear that you no longer believe in God."

"I believe in God," Sele interrupted, calming. "I'm just confused about which prophet is right or wrong," she took a deep breath.

"Well, you can't be so certain that Prophet Adeola was wrong nor right," Ethan added with an understanding tone. "We just need to find out for ourselves, and if you are right, we truly owe Emily a lot of apology." Sele nodded in agreement, glancing at her husband sadly as they both stood up from the sitting room to get ready for work.