Chapter One
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The next night, I arose early and made my way to my desk. I retrieve my writing tools from a concealed drawer. Morifirer woke up right after taking out the stuff. Like he usually does, he approaches me and kisses my forehead.
“It seems like you’ve already gotten your night started.” His voice contained a touch of laughter as he said this.
“Yeah, I’ve had some experiences, but I’m not sure how to share them.”
He laughed and inquired, “When did your life take a turn for the worse?”
I gave him a quick sideway look, smiled, and let out a chuckle. “You know that when I was five years old”
It is an amazing place to begin. “
“It’s true. There’s no denying it.”
“You see, they proved my initial stance to be correct.”
I beamed at him and reached out my hand towards him.
“ Mon guerrier, I’ll start by sharing my experiences from when I was five.”
I stood up from my desk and we left the room together, hand in hand. I had an immense amount of thoughts arising in my mind. The whereabouts, the items, the explanations. You’re familiar with the usual writing-related matters and my apprehension about the family gathering I want to organize. I attempted to not let that bother me right now. I desired to be in the present moment with Mon guerrier. He stayed by my side during all the joyful and challenging moments. Laugh, and had fear. Not once had he left my side through all these years. He’s my rock, my love, my best friend, mon guerrier. We headed downstairs in our customary manner, but on this occasion, I experienced a slight improvement in my well-being compared to the past 600 years. I was significantly more satisfied.
“You seem much happier tonight, my love.”
“I’m feeling much happier than before.”
“I couldn’t be happier to receive this information. Let’s figure out the best place to go tonight. Do you have any preferences in mind?”
“Um, how about we go to our spot tonight?”
With a wild expression on his face, Morifirer gazes over at me.
“Are you up for going there tonight? Okay, Amore mio?”
“It’s been a long time since we’ve been there.”
He smiled and brought my hand to his mouth. With a slight opening, he brushed his tooth against my palm. The tiniest pressure from his bite reduced my ability to breathe, and he was aware of it.
“Morifirer, you’re displaying behavior that is cheating.”
“You always outlasted me, so I had to try something different.”
I removed my hand from his and headed towards the kitchen. While I was preoccupied in the kitchen, Morifirer got his paints, canvas, and brushes. Like our tradition, we convene outside on the beach before embarking on a hunt. After he organized his belongings, I held his hand, and we proceeded out for our hunt.
We were away for 3 hours before heading back home. As Morifirer attended to his painting, I retreated indoors to attend to my own affairs and compile a list for the upcoming gathering.
The year was 1773. At five, my entire life took a turn. We had more than enough resources to sustain ourselves, without cowering in fear of the king. While some may label me as middle class in today’s society, I found happiness with my family. My family comprised my mother, dad, and sister. My dad was an exceptional role model. His message left no room for doubt: “You hold the power to achieve anything a man is capable of.” Now, let’s dive back into the story.
The autumn night was pleasant, with a gentle breeze in the air. My dad and I were tending to our garden outside. I have such fond memories of that time with my dad. He would exhibit various types of flowers and herbs for me to see. (at the time I didn’t know why he was teaching me this)
“Florenca, my child, let me acquaint you with a Belladonna.”
“Affirmative, papa.”
“Be aware, it’s really lethal. So we must never eat them.”
“papa.”
“Florenca, make your way inside the house!” My dad said this with the most panic-stricken in his voice.
“Why do you ask, papa?”
“I’m asking you to do it, please.”
While returning to our house, I was attacked by someone who gripped my throat that caused me fainted. When my sight was no longer blurry, I could see what was happening. Someone had me at the highest point of our house, dangling me over the edge.
“Maverick, set her free.”
“Edgar, what’s the reason?” He said with the most maniacal tone in his voice.
“Florenca, sweetheart, are you able to perceive my voice?” My father’s voice betrayed his panic, despite his efforts to keep it hidden.
Despite being paralyzed and unable to speak, I tried to convey to my father that I could understand him. Whenever I made a move or tried to talk, the individual my father called maverick would choke me harder until I blacked out.
Upon waking up, I lay on the ground. Maverick was on the ground while my father held me. A new individual was standing beside my father and me.
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