𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 II Bellamy Blake

𝟐.𝟐. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐘

This is mostly dialogue, sorry. Also, there are many hints about my future original plot here, so read carefully ♡

𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓/𝟐.𝟐
☆ THE TALE OF ADALEY ☆
"𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮'𝓼 𝓼𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂."

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   IT DIDN'T LAST long until the siblings' mother returned to the cottage, as Waverly and Reese had promised. Despite her middle age, her beauty certainly hasn't ceased. Quite the opposite, she seemed to shine; there was a particular tincture of freshness emanating from her brown eyes in a shade of glistening amber in first rays of dawn. Her brown hair, in a lovely color of fallen leaves, was reflecting the light of the sun, with subtle grey tendrils of age here and there. Her silhouette was slim, and first, but barely noticeable, wrinkles were showing on her delicate features. 

"Hello, Allaia." The woman smiled warmly, standing in the threshold of the room. "It's lovely to finally meet you, my dear. Come, let's talk outside." She decided enthusiastically. "And as for you two, don't even think about eavesdropping or there won't be any dinner left for you tonight." She glared at her children sternly. 

Allaia chuckled lightly in amusement. 

"I only agree because I have to go to the capital to get the details about my next target anyways." Waverly rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Someone has to sustain you both after all. I'm a big girl, I don't have to listen to my anyone's bullshit." She winked at Allaia daringly, and stormed out of the room. 

"Yes, you do, if you still want to live in this house!" The woman yelled after her daughter in irritation, but she was long gone, with outraged Reese rushing after her. "That ungrateful little brat will be the end of me." She sighed heavily, shaking her head in disbelief. 

"Waverly must be a real pain in the ass, right, miss..?" Allaia interjected with a giggle, staring at the woman suggestively. 

"Oh, call me Saeria, dear. I'm no miss." The woman laughed, casting Alle a soft glance. "And yes, my daughter is certainly a handful. But maybe that's a good thing. At least I know she will survive in this cruel world." 

   Silently, Allaia nodded in understanding. Survivors on Earth were different from people on the Ark, forced to adapt after the nuclear war, captured on a post-apocalyptic planet bereaved in chaos and death, the world soaked in radiation, decay and destruction. They had no other choice but to return to their roots, a primitive way of living, after humanity's legacy was almost entirely wiped out by the bombs a hundred years ago. To survive the adversity that had fallen upon them almost like the absolute annihilation, they had to be strong and focused on fighting. Start over, as if the universe had never existed before them. And they did, creating their own society and customs, writing the history anew. 

"Alright, let's go outside and talk. I'm sure you must have many questions." Saeria said blithely with a trace of excitement among her tone.

"You have no idea." Allaia breathed, impatient to hear the answers to all her queries.

   Without another word, they walked out of the cottage, sitting on the grass near a huge willow tree, with thousands of virescent leaves whispering softly in the wind. 

"Before we start, I just want to say I really appreciate that you're sharing all this with me." Allaia revealed in a sincere voice. "I don't really know what I'm dealing with and I'm sure whatever you know about Adaley will help me understand my situation more."