Elixir of the Lost Souls

prologue

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"Rejected? Again? Then, fine, I should really quit writing."

Aquila is almost at her own limit. She sighed as she walked out of the publishing house that she had walked into for the nth time. She couldn't believe her luck―and to think that she was indeed feeling confident in this book of hers.

She stared at the passing taxi's, seemingly too fast for her eyesight. All that had registered her mind was the faint color of yellow and black.

She glanced at the big red rejected sign at the topmost of her manuscripts. She made a face at the stony building as she remembered what the editors of the publishing house said. Perfectionists, she thought as she walked to the nearest trash bin.

"You're wasting perfectly good paper, you know."

Aquila quickly turned to the direction of the voice, her brows rising as she crossed her arms in her chest. The girl was probably her age, a lollipop in her mouth as she twirled with her hair in an annoying manner.

Aquila gave the girl a common head-to-toe, which is pretty normal for girls. Indeed, the girl had taste in fashion. She was wearing a sleeveless shirt that says, too young to care written in bold Krinkles Decor, she had paired it off with a styled ripped shorts and a pair of round fashionable glasses.

"Pardon?"

The girl had the nerve to roll her eyes at Aquila. "I said, you're wasting paper. A whole lot of trees are cut down just because of paper you know. Technically, you are killing nature."

"And I should give a fuck because?"

The girl pushed her round fashionable glasses on the bridge of her nose, her brows rising. "You have oxygen because of trees," She said like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "And you wouldn't be here without trees. They also give shade, you know."

"What I need is a reason not a fucking lesson in Environmental Science."

"Language," The girl cringed, pushing her glasses back to her eyes. "Besides, you should really care."

Aquila threw her arms in the air, a sign of surrender as she walked away from the girl, all irritated. Seriously, this city is full of weirdos! She mentally rolled her eyes as she searched for something that would even out her mood.

Aquila was quite bipolar for her age, for when she saw the shop that would lift her up from her irritated mood, she giddily walked towards it, her irritated mood and the events that had happened earlier had been thrown out into the bin.

"One cappuccino please," She ordered as she sat down at the farthest end of the cafe. "And pretzels."

The waitress had smiled at her, nodding as she jot down her order. "Would that be all, ma'am?"

"Yes."

She smiled at Aquila, a smile that had made Aquila shiver and she didn't even know why. "Fate does work mysteriously, doesn't it?"

"Excuse me?" Aquila asked, quite confused. The waitress only turned around and shook her head, which made Aquila a whole lot suspicious.

"Just be careful in the following days." She said as she walked away.

Okay?

Aquila shrugged it off, after all, another waitress had come to serve her the cappuccino that she had ordered. She sipped it off, the aroma of the coffee hitting her nostrils, calming her down.

"Oh, hello!"

Aquila groaned, glancing up. She had almost regretted doing so when she was welcomed with the grinning face of a person that had actually irritated her. The girl had sat down on her own accord, not even bothering to ask permission.

"What are you doing here?"

"Enjoying the silence," Aquila answered dryly. "Or I was."

The girl had waved her hand nonchalantly. She placed a worn out and battered paper that had looked familiar to Aquila, since she could identify her own penmanship. The irritation that had bubbled up inside her was resurfacing. She gave the girl an irritated look, who doesn't even flinch or cringed at it.

"Fate does work in mysterious ways, doesn't it?" She said smiling as she stood up. "You're welcome by the way."

Aquila's forehead creased as she glanced down on the manuscript, just above it was a small, almost half of the paper she had written was a blue poorly edited poster that said one thing that made Aquila's brows knit in confusion.

Writers Convention

| Saturday, 9:00 ; National Arena

Aquila couldn't believe her luck.

Fate works mysteriously. Good Luck!

- K. E

"Excuse me, may I ask for the bill?"

The waitress had smiled at her. "The lady had already paid for it, ma'am."

( written by seriouslycxrly )