The Loved One

13: Confessions (part 2)

Myra's POV

"What happened to you at your last war??? How you became a demon...Max??" Slipped from my mouth. I unknowingly called him 'Max'. God it's been so long since I have called him with this name. His eyes snapped into mine. I felt as if my dead heart started beating again.

He didn't said a word, kept his lips sealed.

"This question has disturbed me for 400 years now Max!! You have to tell me what happened to you in that fight!!" I shouted at him as my tears started burning my eyes, turning my vision golden.

Well, that's true. I never got to know how he become that demon and started this all legacy of a princess killing a demon. Making young, innocent girls suffer hell.

Anyway Max took a deep breath and begin,

"I still remember my last fight. What a glorious victory it was! We took over the kingdom of King Travis. He was a tyrant. Cruel, evil, monster....these all words were understatement to describe him. There were rumors that he used to summon demons and evil spirits to increase his powers. "

"He was misusing the knowledge of magic which Myra taught them...."

Ralph interrupted," Wait a sec. How come Myra was the only one the knowledge of magic?"

"Because I was born with it." I answered. "Oh sorry 'born' is the wrong word, I was made. My dad, the king of Verena, didn't had any child of his own. He asked the help of witches, but how could they help him? Then, 7 witches came together and used their magic to make me. When they made me they also put their knowledge of magic in me and I passed that knowledge to others."

Ralph nodded but they all , except Max, were looking me with their jaws lying on the ground, totally awestruck. Then Max cleared his throat and continued,

"Anyways, as I was saying, He was misusing his powers. When Myra's dad got to know about it, he send me and his army off to Travis's palace. Though he was powerful but he and his puppets couldn't fight us. I killed Travis with my own hands."

"After killing him we went into the palace to free all the bonded labours and other slaves which he used to lock up in the dungeon. While releasing them we come across a giant hard wooden door. It appeared to me as a Treasury so I asked all the others to stay back while I, myself go and check upon it. But that proved to be a wrong decision....a very wrong decision." Folds started coming up on his forehead.

"As I opened the gates, it was totally empty except a small wooden chest, resting on a small table."

"I went forward and opened it. Black smoke came out of that box and a lady in black dress appeared out of the chest. I still remember her words correctly in my mind....."

"She cursed me and whole Verena because we killed Travis, her love." I couldn't keep my eyes from bulging out and neither could others.

"She said that because I killed Travis, I will become the reason for the destruction of my people. She injected her evil powers in me and made me what I am now. She turned me into a monster. The power was so much that I blacked out."

"When I woke up, I found myself lying in the pool of dead bodies. Some where my soldiers and others were the bounded labours whom we had to save. I killed them all!" His black tears were rolling down his cheeks but I could also feel my heart bleeding, a stinging pain in my heart.

How could a immortal feel a pain?? We are supposed to be dead! But I know that only Max can have this effect on me. He then wiped his tears and continued to complete his story.

"I was at that time strong enough to control that evil monster in me but I also knew that I don't have much time left with me. I prayed, I prayed to God for the first time in my life. I was an atheist but at that time, I didn't cared about my beliefs. I cared about Verena, I cared for my people, I cared for.....Myra." As soon as I heard my name I almost jolted up from my seat. I can't hear this anymore or I will....or I will meltdown again and might trust him again. But I don't want to my trust to break again. I don't want my walls, which I have put up for all these years, to fall apart just mere by a stupid game.