Helena Messereś*
The name alone could scare a whole room full of people into silence
She was known as the tyrannical and ruthless Head of an intelligence organization that could rival a whole country. Many dark secrets and unpublished information could be uncovered by her. No one knew how or when she would attack, thus, her title of Queen of Secrets.**
Yet, at this very moment, she was leaning on a balcony railing, hand supporting her chin. Her lavender hair was dancing around her from the wind, eyes closed. She would've looked like an ethereal being at peace if it weren't for her furrowed brows.
Her eyes opened and it revealed a flawless and beautiful face but with a frown still seen. She then groaned.
There's something missing
She had pondered over this statement many times throughout her life but she couldn't ever figure it out no matter how much she tried. Her soul felt that without it, her life would be tasteless and dim.
But, she never knew what was the thing she was missing.
"What's even the point of living in a world where life can't even be enjoyed?..." she asked herself as she slowly raised her body and head up to the night sky.
She could feel the cold air breeze over her face lightly and she saw the moon which was considered beautiful to others but dim and colourless to her. This further increased her desire to not live in a world where it wasn't enjoyable.
Her desire felt almost as if it wanted to break its chains from its restraint but she knew it couldn't happen. Nevertheless, she wished for something with all her heart, soul, and mind...
𝙄𝙛 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮...𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚.
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AdventureHelena Messereś Head of an intelligence organization that could rival a country. She was feared and envied because...she had it all. Fame...power...money..looks... But those were things she didn't desire! What she desired...was something she coul...