Evelyn, a modern woman, finds herself suddenly transmigrated into a novel where her peaceful life is turned upside down by a crazy Duke who happens to be her husband. Her new life is a maze of danger and betrayal, as the Duke is determined to kill h...
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Murmur noise lingered in the air, so I tried to raise my eyelids. However, intense light shines, hurting my eyes. I closed them again and tried to agape.
A shadow above my face felt like it was circling in the air. At that moment, I knew she was here, calling out my name.
Observant, I try to open my eyes. A hazy figure was there, slowly becoming visible to see. There she is, levitating in the air before my eyes. Sensing my gaze, she came near me and touched the tip of my nose with its tiny head.
'ah... she is so warm', in a tender smile, the corner of my lips rises.
"Welcome, Arya", she exclaimed her joy, adding she asked in a sweet voice, "You called me; why?"
"I'm scared, Leve. The changes are scary. Why me?" with a sad voice, I express.
"The sword," raising my right hand in the air, gripping in a fist and then loose, again I repeat my actions, "When I held it, the influence I sense. what was that? "
Ostensibly, she might meant to solace me; she rubbed her tiny nose on my cheeks, "The power of the fifth Arya", softly she said.
The moment I heard that answer, I felt cold water was poured on me. My shock is visible to the naked eye.
'what? The fifth? Then what am I?'
"Explain this to me," I demand, horrified by its answer.
"I'm afraid I can't." my request was denied.
"Why?" My tone was quaver; I was desperate.
"Because of the seal. If I say more than allowed, there will be a price to pay." saying that it twirls in the air and takes the shape of a bird. It was like she has embrace the fire itself, burning herself with it yet living within it. A fire so beautiful, it takes away ones breathe, mysteriously charming, powerful so much that would bring down even the huge mountain down beneath it's feet, yet one can not avert their eyes from her. Her feather sparkles as sparks drifting upward, embers glowing, a majestic bird of fire.
"But if you promise to come, I can help. Though this will weaken me, come find me before the third sunrise." she flaps her wings, looking at my eyes, and I nod.
As the white space started to form into an opera where, I found myself seated in the middle row. With joyous melodic music, the show begins. The music is played adagio with very slight dynamic change as the curtains lift. With a voice full of sorrow and suspense, the tale started.
"It was quintuple mass as she came Embrace by the world Yet abominate by its populace She was the ray in the era of darkness While she prays for mortals to live They sin her espousing the blackness Ignorant to her pure soul They push her into the black abyss Being kind as she was Couldn't bear the sight as they suffer She begs god for recrudescence With all her might She summoned the spirit of time But time is a disruption to play The price must be paid for it to lay Thinking zillions a bond was a tide For that, the soul core has to die But as her core was firelight The run was such a slight For the deal to stabilize The spirit pays a hefty price Blade, as keen as her Will be given to us as an offer With hope for better days She smiles as she pays As the price was paid Her soul came under the shade Thus, the time was reversed As the fourth you appear.."
