Lol. I know, I know, this is a really late update. I have to fill up my university application and guess what? I was supposed to get those done at least within the span of three years but in my defense, I never thought I would enter Creative Multimedia and Graphics course! So, you can imagine me drawing houses and landscapes as well as creating graphic designs. Please, do bear with me. My university officially starts on 25 March.
Pray that I can get a few chapters posted before I am on hiatus. *fingers crossed*
EDIT: Dedication to VortexxOfShynexx because he's been amazingly supportive! I hope you B. Immortals are like him; sticking till the very end <3. The next chapter will be dedicated to one of you B. Immortals as long as you guys comment and vote!
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Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
~William Ernest Henley
With a suppressed sigh, I cast my gaze on the landscape and did my best to clear my cluttered thoughts. I knew that I had to face the music instead of running away from my problems. The consequences of my ignorance cost the happiness of people and maybe, their lives. I quickly threw away the mental image of someone who I once dearly cared about before tears would fall from my cheeks.
"I can't act like a child now," I mumbled to myself in an attempt to muster enough courage. "I need to find my grandfather and the key."
Stuffing the scrap of paper inside the back of my pocket, I tucked a stray hair behind my ear before drawing one last breath and slowly walked back to the nightmare fuel which I probably once called home. The occasional breeze caressed my cheeks in a motherly fashion; allowing me to recollect my memories. Eyes drifting away from the road and towards the blue skies, my mind wandered back to the earliest signs of suspicious activities. The feeling that someone watched us from a distance when King Marcus was teaching me how to draught. That one time when I swore I saw a silhouette entering the forbidden maze and how the key vanished not long after. Grinding my teeth to hold back the waterworks, the memory of the burning mansion and the disappearance of King Marcus as well as Picasa remained fresh in my mind like it just happened yesterday.
How can I not remember? King Marcus is my grandfather and the other is my odd but lovable tutor... A bitter voice in the back of my mind spoke.
The wooden building soon came to view, sending shivers down my spine but this time, I wouldn't back out anymore. The blue tiled roof became a few shades lighter compared to my memory and the wooden walls looked strong and sturdy even though it seemed more intimidating when I was younger. Most likely because I was shorter back then. Shaking off the last remnants of hesitation, I stepped into the front door.
Only to be greeted by Lincoln.
"Where have you been?" His voice became so calm it almost unnerved me. Almost.
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