A/N: Inspiration on Roshan's Cake Shop :D
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"This place must be really important," Zoe said, examining the brightly colored painting near the stairs. "Since everyone's working so hard to maintain it."
She nodded in response while drinking her apple juice.
"But why is Darcy staying here?" She tilted her head, refocusing her gaze to Maevis. "Shouldn't he be in their family's castle?"
The other girl coughed in her glass and quickly placed it on the table, grabbing a tissue to wipe her dripping mouth. For a moment, she wouldn't look at her, a clear sign of hesitation plastered on her face.
"It's okay if you can't tell me," Zoe added, hoping that her words sounded genuine.
Even so, curiosity found its way inside her and settled there uncomfortably, growing in mass. She was well aware that it would continuously grow unless she cut it down. However, snooping around his past was wrong and would only bring more guilt, given that they were still in the middle of a fight.
Besides, it's none of my concern, she thought.
Right away, her thought was beaten to a pulp by an internal struggle.
"That was . . ." Maevis answered, resting her elbows on the table, "the darkest time of his life."
The silence between them stretched with the serene music playing in the background, but every tick of the clock added weight in her stomach. Zoe expected Maevis to continue her story, yet the other girl chose to confine her words behind her lips. It was evident that whatever happened back then was something unpleasant and not worth the recollection.
Ever since she took her first breath seventeen years ago, this was the longest time Zoe had talked to another girl without any of her alarm bells going haywire, and the fact that she just veered their conversation to a sensitive topic proved her ignorance.
And she loathed it.
No matter how many references she studied on how to gain a friend, she always struggled on the first stage. It was fun knowing another person, especially when you found that you have the same interests, love the same foods, or watch the same shows. Still, it was like walking into a minefield while wearing a blindfold.
Zoe mustered all her guts and combed her mind for a good topic. "By the way," she started, and licked her lips as she tucked her hair behind her ear. "Can you tell me more about the soul of light and darkness?"
Interest sparked in the other girl's eyes, and Zoe mentally hugged herself.
"Well," Maevis drawled and gaped at the ball of lamps as though it was written there. "Since the beginning of time, light and darkness contradicted each other; always fighting for dominance. Whilst, one would never exist without the other. Although they lived side by side today and had numerous union, there was never a recorded infant being born with these two elements. According to studies, even before the child was born, the two elements tried to conquer the soul. In the end, not one stood as the victor, bringing only death to the child."
"That's . . . so sad." Hearing this fact was like a stamp that gave her more confidence on her existence, that maybe, she had a role to play after all. She just had to be brave and keep moving forward until she found it, even though it was as hard as finding a grain of rice in the desert. "But if the light comes from the people of Mamoria, then where does the dark souls come from?"
Maevis scratched the back of her head, her brows on the verge of collision. "Have they told you the history of Mamoria?"
"Some parts of it."
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Fantasy|Book#1|Chronicles of Mamoria| A story that was forgotten by history. A secret kept for hundreds of millennia. A dark heart sheltered by the light. A young prince who gave up his pride to protect his people. And a teenage girl who was destined to lo...
