"I think it's weird to jog at night, Master He." Inn walked in from the shadows.
"Don't call me that." Wiye said. He was a father to her not a master.
"I want to call you master." Inn argued.
She's really a daughter. Well, maybe more like a two thousand eight hundred ninety three years old daughter who looked twenty.
Wiye glanced at Inn's hair, braided wet blonde to the puddle on the floor. "Clean the floor."
Inn was special since birth. She had wet hair as a baby. No one can dry her hair even those that almost cooked her hair.
Inn became a teenager and Wiye was searching for signs of power. Wiye and Inn battled. Wiye was stunned when Inn beated him only by using her hair that flowed water.
Inn made a sour look. "Fine, just be safe."
Wiye nodded and smiled before rushing out of his office.
• • •
Wiye had been jogging for a long time. He's getting tired.
He stopped by a cave and sat on a near rock.
He forgot to bring water.
He was just stargazing when a sudden bright beam startled him from the cave.
He peeked from the sides and saw nothing bright at all. He released from his spot when a sudden great push on his chest pushed him away.
He went flying backwards at the edge of the cliff. Before he fell, he felt a sharp stinging pain inside his chest.
He fell from there.
His eyes were blurry. Almost couldn't see anything.
Then, a figure showed up. A woman.
There was something covering her face but he could see hints of the face.
He noticed a glint of red in her eyes before pitch black.
