Once upon a time... there was a beautiful village which thrived on top of a high mountain with beautiful, dense forests. Sadly, the village slowly and slowly became forgotten by people and the elders that once lived there were probably reborn already.
But there were a few left. A few who didn't want to leave their ancestors behind, a few that wanted to keep within their breath the last memory of what they called home once.
In a wooden cottage, where silence reigned most of the time, Felix, the one and only son of Adhara, one of the few who remained, was trying to keep his beloved mother stay alive. Adhara had high fever for a couple of days and Felix started to worry. In contrast, Elara, a beautiful young girl, three years younger than Felix, who was taken under an angel wing by Adhara was reading a short fable. Her step brother, as she used to call him, was a writer, a fable writer. But Adhara didn't see Elara as a daughter... she always saw her as a wife for Felix. The only problem was that women weren't Felix's first priorities... He wanted to become a succesful writer.
After reading from one of his father's books, he left his mother at home with one of the neighbours and left together with Elara to seek for the "star stone". The only thing that could heal their mother's disease.
Hyunjin, a cunning but very handsome thief greeted them at the entrance to the forest, trying to rob them. In the end they had agreed to help each other, Hyunjin would guide them to the star stone, while Felix agreed to tell them Fables along the way. Elara, slowly started to fall in love with the unknown man that showed up on their path, but was trying to control herself and concentrate on the road.
Little by little both Elara and Hyunjin were mesmerized by Felix's dark and twisted stories... They were both slowly getting Λ‘α΅Λ’α΅ β±βΏ Κ°β±Λ’ αΆ α΅α΅Λ‘α΅Λ’...
*REWRITE CAN BE FOUND ON MY ACCOUNT, THIS VERSION IS DISCONTINUED
Adonis had been alive for an excruciatingly long time.
His heart shattered over and over as he watched those he loved constantly die, betray him, or simply disappear altogether.
After countless centuries of struggle, he had everything in the palm of his hand and had no use for the dark, shrivelled mess that remained of his heart.
Until she was born - perfection incarnate.
He thought she was a myth, but there she was, the one thing he could love without fear, the one thing that could never leave him. The fated Blood Witch, with an immortal soul just as his.
He would give her the world, in exchange for remaining by his side for eternity. No one would take her from him.
But poor Adonis never imagined his precious treasure would escape him of her own will...