Darkness glimmered in gold as the flowers in the Garden of the Supremas lit the night. It was like an endless sea of golden coins, reflecting the stars in the sky, stretching across a thousand hectares, perhaps even reaching the shadowed mountain ranges from afar. Mesmerized by this view from his balcony;
"Beautiful... isn't it?" A warm voice from inside his room asked.
He sighed and stood from his chair;
"Reminds me of our child when he was born. His golden eyes...such innocence. It actually made me doubt if I'm the rightful Father for such a gentle child."
"Do not take the entire burden by yourself, Bosco...I'm here with you."
He slowly turns around, seeing his wife approaching him from inside. She was graceful, illuminated by the gazing moon; dark toned as her long hair that reached her waist was neatly braided.
Yet he refuses to meet her rose painted eyes as he kept looking down at the ground.
Her supple hands, gently forcing him to look at her as she whispered; "I beg you. Succeed, go home and embrace your child... who will long for you."
He slightly smirked perhaps giving him hope, but along with the sudden stream of happiness, his eerie thoughts never stopped.
"Nile..." Muttering her name from his heart, he gave her a feather.
"A certain emotion of mine is tied with that feather. If this begins to glow, do what you must." He then reaches to her a gun from his trench coat, a specialized .500 S&W Magnum, engraved with unrecognizable scripts on the silver plating.
"Don't be ridiculous. Don't be...you shouldn't be...!" She began losing her fancy, without realizing the tears that stained her cheek, refusing to take the weapon.
"The expeditions are ready, Director Bosco." A firm voice from inside calls out to him.
A man dressed in a black trench coat, adorned with a pin engraved with a shield and a spear, his face, profound with culture, one that have seen too much of the world. He approaches them but kept his distance, seeing the two as Bosco bids farewell.
"I need to go." Embracing her, pressing her to his chest, muffling her sobs.
He walks out the moment he let go, leaving the gun at the small table nearby.
The day he left his home brought the child's tomorrow without a Father. He didn't say goodbye or a letter for the child to read in time, just a feather that his son told so much about, for he promised that he will go back and listen to his son's stories, on why he loved feathers, and how it brought him joy, so, that was his duty.
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Those thoughts were in the past, but he kept on mingling in it, thinking about his son, the endless possibilities with him.
"We're here, Director." An old man interrupted him. It was the driver of the vehicle they were riding that called out to him through the rear view mirror.
Stepping out, a sinister surrounding as the place was remote and no trace of civilization. This place was the end of the trail. The trees, lifeless while the leaves, dark and dry. It was like a land where the sun never shines even for once. It wasn't a fire that devastated the land, but a cultist desecration.
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Staining Fates
FantasyWhen the contract with the high family was violated, a curse against the Supremas was set in motion. Interest of the few has never been so dire, however, this interest was idealistic as it means nothing but to appease the curse that was meant to sta...
