A story about the so called hero of the continent and the cruel villain aiming for the world destruction. But, what if they are not what it seem?
What if fate and law of nature made them do it?
What if their heart says otherwise?
What if they become...
A week passed, people who admire Cale dancing slowly started to fade, people would say 'Trash is still a trash' so it doesn't matter how elegant he dance he is still useless. Cale was good with that, if people start to forget his trash reputation just because a dance it would be troublesome to him, since his effort would be wasted.
even he is called trash, people who likes in the art industry admire his beautiful dance, Countess Violan who witness the dance was shocked
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Violan was attending the female noble when he noticed peoples eyes focused on the dance floor, he was enjoying the piece but not watching the dance floor since she believes people would dance regularly. she often sees that in the noble's gathering and of her own interest too.
when he looked at the dance floor her eyes widen, especially when she realised who the red head was. she watched Cale Henituse being lifted while his red hair fluttering, his eyes closed, he look so peaceful. she could tell, that he was enjoying every moment.
"Art is the mirror of the soul"
Violan mumble. she knew from her experience that the Cale Henituse in front of her is the real Cale where he mirror his soul through art.
'why did he turn out like this?' Violan wonder while her eyes not leaving the red and raven pair.
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Cale opened his eyes and saw that he is standing in an unfamiliar place, there's is a big house? No, building? He didn't recognise where he is or nor does he know if this place existed in western or eastern continent.
There were smoke at the tall ruined building, the sky was dark red with yellow and blue hue. Cale Henituse look at his hands. His hands was full of scars.
'Is this a dream?'
Cale walked through the long empty road filled with smoke. But he found out that he can't move. So he just observed his surrounding until he heard a voice from behind him
"Don't go.."
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Cale blink, he's back as he could see the familiar ceiling of his room. He lift his body, he could feel that his feet are cold and he is sweating cold. He sighed
'What was that? It felt real'
Cale had goosebumps all over his body when he heard the voice inside his dream. Then froze
"What did he said again?"
"Lemonade young master-nim"
Cale flinched, he really didn't notice the butler beside him. While he gulp the sour lemonade
'When did he come in?'
He got up to the bathroom while letting the vicious butler his plans.
