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The large estate was built of beige stone. It had three complexes, the third one was slightly lower and the others with multiple bay windows. Almost all of the left complex was covered in dark green ivy. Over the years it grew around the complex gracefully, framing the multiple windows and doors. The pathway towards the entrance was paved in black marble. On the other side of the house was a large fountain, in the middle of which, marble figures of Hero and Leander stood.

A soft breeze went through Estelles hair while she looked at the figures. She loved the tale the two statues told. She always found greek mythology interesting. This particular piece was different. It was almost like she was connected to it.

Hero and Leander, were two lovers. Hero, a virgin priestess of Aphrodite at Sestos, was seen at a festival by Leander of Abydos. They both fell in love, and he swam the Hellespont at night to visit her, guided by a light from her tower. One stormy night the light was extinguished, and Leander was drowned. Hero, seeing his body, drowned herself likewise.

"It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will by us is overruled by fate.
When two are stripped, long err the curse begin,
We wish that one should love, the other win;
And one especially do we affect
Of two gold ingots, like in each respect:
The reason no man knows; let it suffice
What we behold is censured by our eyes.
Where both deliberate, the love is slight:
Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?"

"Do you ever stop staring at this ugly fountain." A deep voice pulled her back into reality.

"It's not ugly, it's antique. Besides the story is rather tragic and deserves more attention."

"I never got it, this myth. I mean why would she drown herself, he's dead either way, nothing is gonna bring him back, not even killing herself."

They both shared the same platinum blonde hair, which made them almost look like ghosts. The boy was towering over her and rested his arm on her shoulder. The resemblance was not to be overlooked. Proud cheekbones framed their faces and they both had a slightly hooked nose. Only the eyes were differentiate between them, hers were striking green, while his were deep brown and almost seemed to be black.

"I understand Hero. I couldn't imagine a greater pain, than seeing the person you love most in your life die in front of you, without being able to safe them." Her eyes wavered towards the fountain again and for a moment it seemed as if the water turned black.

"Estelle, you know that everything I do, I do with the Intention of protecting you."

"I know, Nerio. You're not that serious usually. What did you do this time?" She asked him with a smile, while playfully hitting his arm. His jaw clenched and his eyes turned even darker when he looked at her, wiping the playful smile from her face, exchanging it with a worried look.

"I'm sorry, but it's for your safety."

At first she looked around puzzled, before turning around and seeing multiple people in black robes walking towards the entrance. The air turned cold and she felt like she couldn't breathe. She had a premonition, about what was going on, but she hoped desperately that she was wrong. He would never do this, not without talking to her first.

"What did you do?"

He shook his head and motioned her to follow him. They didn't speak, while walking back to the estate. The interior was mostly dark antique furniture made out of hardwood and even more marble floors. Voluntary she would never openly tell anyone, but Estelle was really good with plants, which mirrored in multiple rooms around the house. She couldn't even explain to herself what it was but she was fascinated by them. The way, even the smallest change could give them a complete different look and properties. Every room was overflowing with different kinds of exotic plants. Some of them had big white petals, who could change color once you touch them others could sing for you if you asked the nicely, and her favorite could carry memories inside their leaves.

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