Magnus Academy: The Cursed Blood Continuance
As the title suggests, due to unforseen circumstances of that certain Wattpad rule of having only 200 parts per book-I present you Chapter Seventy-One onwards.
It was in a certain place, that kind belonging from a distant past. The sound of crickets humming in the air along with that softly-blowing wind seemingly filling in the gaps of silence amongst our empty glares. There were large trees all around us, fireflies enlightening sights darkness had settled in as we trekked through the dense woods without any direction to follow. Back to those times, we were just so sure that going forward was the right decision.
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The tall bushes and other plants made it harder to walk, almost reaching up to my thighs that I had to lift my feet up like a marching soldier to not get entangled with some veins as well as those thorns. I had always been short, but I was a lot shorter back then that it was bothersome having to watch the other two move with ease.
There were no words, the howls of the cold breeze kissed my already-freezing skin of how cold that midnight was. It was such a long time ago that I could no longer remember when or how we got to that troublesome situation but I knew for a fact that we getting lost was brought by another argument. Maybe we were spatting some words again that before we were even aware of it, we were already off-tracked. Or maybe we were too caught up with our own selfishness that we didn't dare say anything.
Whatever it was, I'm sure it was another trivial banter. But however trivial may those be, those were moments when we didn't have to think about anything but the present. Where didn't really have to fight against rach other to the point of death. Where we didn't have to be so...us, or the 'us' that made us what we are now anyway.
It was vague, but I remember the way Andrea suddenly cursed out loud that startled Ke'ala the most that she even clasped her chest in fright. It was honestly out of character, I had always thought of her as cold &and emotionless, that kind where nothing would ever hinder them. Little did I know back then how that was simply but a façade she kept using to hide her own scars.
We each had our own depths, and no one can never really compare people's pain or how deep one's scars go. Pain is pain no matter how many compare their own with others', no matter how trivial and shallow it is. My years of being in this position made me grow, I learned many things and one of them was the how pain pushed me to do things I could have never imagined back when I was just walking around in that woods.
"Ano? Huwag mong sabihin pati sa alitaptap takot ka narin." Ke'ala told her with her usual serious voice.
I remember how her long black hair covering her frontal face made it impossible for me to navigate her facial expressions. I had always wondered how she made it look so easy to move around with hair almost reaching slightly below her knees. Although she often braided the end, she made no effort sliding her bangs to the side at all that for such a clean freak girl, she sure did never bother with her appearance.
She was weird, the strangest and the most mysterious person I've met. Just from the first sight, she had drawn us in. Maybe it was indeed the work of fate, that maybe we were simply meant to stay bounded together. What connected our relationship was her, she was the center of it, the balance despite how rowdy and incompatible our characters were.
