The Other Worldly Black Lotus

Chapter 1 - Part 1

It was a dark, full moon night where grey clouds covered the night sky so that not even a crack could be seen. It was as if the world had fallen into endless chaos.

A boy dressed in snow white stood abruptly on top of a mountain, brutal shouts sounding like those of ghosts came from all directions, their voices obscure, painful and entangling.

The mountain was scattered with the gruesome bodies of those who were sent to protect the little boy. Someone had poisoned them and not even one was left alive.

The person who had did this was, Phantom, number one assassin of the Mo Family's top ten assassins and her aim was to capture the medicine child at any costs.

But what she didn't expect was his quiet and calm reaction. Even to her these piles of bodies make her feel slightly uncomfortable let alone for a child who was merely seven or eight.
Phantom stared at the boy standing in top of the mountain of bodies. The wind whisked the rusty smell of blood towards the boy, blowing up the ink black hair on his forehead revealing his delicate and beautiful face. His skin was white and translucent like those of porcelain, underneath his sharp eyebrows laid a pair of deep and stunning eyes. Specks of starlight reflected within them stirring up ones soul.

But when those ink black eyes landed in the view of Phantom who was advancing slowly towards him, to her it felt cold and indifferent as if he was a soulless and thoughtless crystal statue, delicate and beautiful but also cold and soulless. The loneliness in his eyes made even her surprised.

Hooking her lips into a smile, a beautiful smiling expression appeared on her moist lips. "What a interesting little guy" she thought.

"Lets go" she said.

The boy stared at her perplexedly, jumping down fine strands of his hair brushed his thick feathery lashes leaving a thick layer of darkness.

It was only then she realized, he was actually blind.

He didn't ask who she was, he didn't ask why nor did he ask where they were going, it was as if nothing mattered to him and nothing could enter his world.

Crimson red light streamed within his deep black eyes, unable to arouse any ripples within them.

All he was doing was walking, all he was doing was living.

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