THE SECOND IMMORTAL | SILAS

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>ANCIENT GREECE 2000 YEARS AGO<
ALEXANDRIA

ALEXANDRIA responded, "Her name is Rozalia."

"Perfect," Katalina grinned menacingly.

Katalina was a witch— in fact, one of the most powerful in the village. Alexandria knew that all she had to do was ask, and her sister would find a way to get rid of the "problem" that was Rozalia.

Katalina's eyes wandered around the walls of the small cottage, eyeing the various glass bottles that lie lifeless on the wooden shelves. Getting up from the cot, she paced lightly around the room, very gingerly, her fingers traced the bottles which held various herbs and substances. The girl, who was much older than Alexandria, turned back to her 'heartbroken sister', a very subtle smirk plastered across her face and such a distinctive twinkle shone in her eyes.

Alexandria was quick to catch the twinkle, and immediately recognized it. She knew that her sister was plotting. But her racing mind couldn't help but wonder...

How could she possibly do away with the girl that was practically throwing herself at Silas— her fiancé?

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SILAS, now overcome with guilt, watched the dirt trail lined with ferns and flowers of various colors and types. His gaze was fixed on the girl, who continued on and became further and further away from the rock in which they had both sat upon just moments prior. His eyes, a shade of forest-green, followed her figure as it continued to become smaller and smaller, alas reaching the point where he could no longer see her.

Once his beloved had vanished, the boy turned away, averting his gaze down to the water of the stream in which his reflection was portrayed. He stared into the slightly distorted reflection of his own eyes, burying his face into his hands.

His mind began to race.

What if I lose her?

What if I have to marry her?

But he was able to pull himself together, pushing away these thoughts of what if, and in their place, ones of a more rational nature.

Silas, no. You let her go... This is on you. This is the fault of yourself. All because you simply cannot tell Alexandria the truth. You cannot even stand up to your own father..

She was breathtakingly beautiful— to say the least. But he still wondered, had he really lost her? All he wanted was for her to give him some time to work things out. But he battled with himself, knowing that half of him had absolutely no intention of acting. The other half knew that if he did nothing, he'd lose her forever.

So he stood up, and set off to find her once more.

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a/n : hey guys! so many of you have told me to continue, here we are!! i know this is very short- this chapter is a filler, just until i can think of more ideas. but rest assured, there is a lot more to come, so be ready for that!!

as always,
T.O. <3