𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀 ＃ ZENON ZOGRATIS. [✓]

09;

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I SAT ON MY BED EXHAUSTED, as the lights were on. "Oh, Vanica asked me to meet her at the main lounging room of the castle."

I recalled in my head, placing the book I held in my hands on the nightstand.

I walked down the hallways, Finding my way to the lounging room. Twisting the doorknob, there was no light that was opened.

Slowly stepping in, cautiously glancing around at the dim surroundings which I barely see. The doors abruptly shut, as I turned around.

The gem embedded on my tiara sparkled, As I furrowed my eyebrows. 'W-what.. is happening?'

I turned around to face the seemingly fireplace, my [e/c] orbs widened in horror seeing my helpless figure.

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After tucking Noelle to bed, I proceeded to walk towards my bedroom. Entering, the [f/c] colors were sighted as a design.
I

laid on my bed, Before slowly dozing off to slumber.

The door creaked open, as I was in deep slumber I didn't notice myself being switched places. Opening my eyes, feeling drowsy and still somewhat tired. I tried to pull my hands away, noticing that I was chained up.

The darkness of my surroundings didn't went unnoticed, I felt my mana slowly draining as I realized the chains sucked up the mana.

"Who did this..?" I asked myself, slowly lifting my head. The door creaking open, the light managing to crept in but soon was blocked.

My confused stare, went to a middle aged man to which whom I recognized as my father. "F-father! Please help me!"
I

pleaded, tugging at the cuffs that were tightly placed on my wrist. He held a candle in his hand, before sitting infront of me.

"F-father?" I called out, "Where am I?" I tried asking, as he hummed. "We are in my office, the lab."

'The laboratory? Which we were forbidden to enter?' I thought, "T-then why am I here?"

"I believe I couldn't answer that child, but you'll soon find out." He spoke glumly, before a magic circle appeared infront of me.

Arius Silva grabbed a knife, making a wound on his arm as the blood slowly trickled down. The faint sound of the liquid dropping on the floor.