"Loving you is a test, being with you is a trial, above all that is loyalty, which I must prove to my Lord, before I prove to you..."
He was the servant of the most Merciful, an Observer, by his job. His only job was to observe...never love. Story...
The look in his eyes turned cold as he yelled at me. I continued to stare at the anger that took form on his face. I could tell that he hated me, but I don't know why. I had only uttered a sentence and he screamed out in anger for me to leave. I really don't belong here nor anywhere. I hold back my emotions and began to back away from the horse station. I don't belong here; I don't belong anywhere. With the courage, I could master I began to run toward the mansion. I could hear Manson following behind me, but I just wanted to leave this place, to leave everyone. I don't blame him for hating me I was a hateful person; I only bring bad luck wherever I go.
I could see the mansion come into view and I run inside, I would have run into my room to avoid conflict with anyone else. However, I heard my cousin Hover call out my name. I stop and took a deep breath and formed a smile and turned toward Hover. Hover was sitting on the sofa but not alone. I walked toward Hover to see why he called for me.
"Miriam, since you are here, why don't you make me and Mr. Dales some tea. Helping around the house would make you look less like a freeloader." He laughed at me and I turned around toward the kitchen to make him and his guest tea. He was right, I was a freeloader. Suddenly someone grabbed my hand. It was cold like I never felt.
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"Wait, there is no need. I will be departing soon." I turned around to face the stranger, jerking his hand away from mine. It was cold. His touch felt like ice. I looked at my hand and the skin was red.
He stood up from his sit and looked at me taking the same hand that I jerked away and slid it behind his hair. He smiled, but there was nothing friendly about him. He was dressed up in all white nothing seemed to give away the fact that there was anything bad about him. But maybe that is why I felt unsafe standing near him. He looked at me up and down and continued to smile. He held out his hand for me to shake, I didn't want to seem rude so I shook his hand. Again, as he gripped my hand I felt the cold from his hand rush all over my body. It's as if I was touching ice and not a human hand. I quickly pull my hand away and decided to leave.
"Lady Miriam it was nice meeting you. But maybe I will have tea with you and Mr. Clarkson on a later day."
"Mr. Dales please don't so quickly, we should discuss more about the share I want to buy from the East Indian Company." Hover got up in protest.
"I guess I will have a talk about that next time we meet, by then you should have a better offer for me. Sometimes people have something right in front of them but neglect it." He looked directly at me. Mr. Dales began to walk toward the door. I watched as he walked away, he wasn't trying to be nice there was nothing nice about his expression even though he smiled.
Dales's POV:
That girl, it didn't work on her. There must be something wrong with his powers. Dales knew he was hypnotizing her but she didn't seem to get under his control. It seemed impossible, but she had done it she passed through his eyes and stayed in control. Dales began to walk out of the estate when he noticed the Observer. The Observer was sitting outside the barn with both his hands covering his face. Was he crying? This he must see; what can make the Observer cry? Dales crept toward the barn, but someone stopped him in his track. Dales felt a hand placed on his shoulders. Right then Dales transform himself back to a demon. his father Nazareth stood behind him; he pointed toward the Observer and pointed at him to leave. Dales decided to teleport both him and Nazareth from the estate, somewhere safe for them to talk. I transformed both of us into the surrounding woods of the estate.
