On Sol Imperium, four mythological spirits watch over the kingdoms in order to uphold the growth and development of Sol. To uphold the peace between the Four Kingdoms, the spirits made a pact and chose Four Chosen as vassals from each kingdom.
Ryou...
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Chapter 3
Lucas descries a string in the air.
It flickers into a direction as it blurs and phases through the air like a phantom. The color indistinguishable yet it glints like glass against the sun's reflection making the string shine when it bathes under the sun and glow under the moonlight at night. Various types of knots snake through its length, piling on the ground and sometimes on higher grounds.
Eyes of a forest green color stare in curiosity and ire, the focus on his pinky blazes to make sure of what he's seeing and not hallucinating and imagining things as told in his early childhood.
He wants to know what'll happen to the string if he cuts it with a scissor, to cleave it through with a butcher knife and slash it with a pocket knife from his father. He wants to know what'll happen if he follows the string, to see the other end. He wants to know what'll happen. . .
Letting out a thoughtful hum, he realizes he has lots of questions about the string tied firmly around his pinky. He read every book about strings on fingers. Some books speak of the red string of fate, leading to one's soulmate/s, their fated ones.
Among the strings, some are not red.
The only thing Lucas is sure of is that the strings point towards something, someone and somewhere.
"So, I'm like, what on earth possessed you to wear something so bland and. . ."
Lucas nods along, resisting the desperate urge to yawn. An unnatural high-pitched voice is settled into a drawl, the tone commanding and passive-aggressive echoes through an ear and out from the other. Eyes half-lidded, painfully reminiscing how he ran into Desiree Lu, the village's proclaimed princess, earlier when he was running errands for his father.
"Lu-Lu, love, you're not paying attention to me again."
"I'm sorry, darling," the words flow down his tongue with hesitance with Lucas snapping out of his thoughts and focus on the princess to avoid getting backlash later. "It's just, I'm feeling guilty about leaving Harley alone in the woods. . ." the lie rolls on his tongue, getting easier each time before it quickly dies, having to catch something in the corner of his eyes.
"Oh! Don't worry about that useless baggage-"
Humming again this time with indifference, no longer listening to her high-pitched voice as he turns his head to see Ryou by the window in a café sitting across a girl with hair an unnatural shade of blue flowing down her back, a straw hat shadowing her eyes perks Lucas's attention towards the unlikely pair.
"Something's comes up," Interrupting Desiree in a haste, he takes her hands in his own and drops a lingering kiss on the back of her hand to hope it would placate her ire of being interrupted in the middle of her rant despite the bubbling pleasure of riling her despite the future consequences erupting from his throat.
