high, Erik
thought they would pop out of her forehead. Auria withdrew her hand
and stepped back.
“I have upset you, I’m sorry,” Erik
apologized. He felt like a fool, shamed by her reaction. He now
wished to have waited more time to reveal his feelings. But then,
his intentions saw a ray of hope when Auria lifted her sight and
spoke, “I also feel the same way.”
Erik’s heart and soul gave a loud hallelujah
when she said that.
“All these visits you have given me,” she
continued, “they have lifted my spirits. They have become something
I expect to happen, something that I want to happen. The days would
become boring and dull if not for you. And after you freed my
people from the corvus, I do not see you like a curious stranger
anymore. I see you as a strong and virile male. But…”
Why is there always a but , Erik
thought.
“This that you propose cannot be.”
“Why not?” Erik approached her as she turned
away.
“Erik, the company we have shared has been
one of the best I have had, but it cannot be more than that.”
“I don’t understand. Have I not been
trustful, compassionate, committed into seeing you? I just want to
be with you.”
“I know, but I just cannot.”
“Yes, you can, Auria. We can simply—“
“We cannot!” she suddenly barked.
Erik got shocked by her outburst. “How
come?”
“Because!”
“Because what!”
Her wings turned dark blue as she gave him a
stern look, “Because I am from the vibrant skies, and you are just
from the land below!”
Erik became speechless. He didn’t expect
Auria to reject him like this; maybe with a sad goodbye, but never
like this. Auria put her hands over her mouth, regretting her
outburst.
“So, you’re saying I’m beneath you,” Erik
glared at her. He turned and walked away.
“Erik, wait, I did not mean it that way,”
she pleaded, but he ignored her. He heard how she dropped to her
knees and started weeping, but still he continued. He paced through
the trees and disappeared among their shadows…
*
My cheek stopped bleeding by the time I
stopped thinking about my mistakes. I should have never told her I
loved her. By just asking her to be with me, I made her choose
between two worlds: her radiant Heights, or my land of war. I
pushed her into a corner, and her reaction was one I deserved. We
were just too different.
I stood from the ground and continued my way
through the barbweed trail. This time, when a thorn punctured my
skin, I endured its sting and carried on. It was an affliction I
had earned.
11- Good Times
Thanks to Richard’s short-cut, I passed
through the forest faster than I thought. Even though I had more
scrapes than a cutting board. I followed the road to the northwest
when I accidently stepped on a broken sign. It read “Town of
Flama”. I continued and encountered what seemed to be a ghost town.
The first building I passed by was crumbling. It had a high arched
iron gate that read “Orphanage”. From the arch, the wind swayed the
body of a hanged man. It reeked as if it had been there for days.
On his shirt was another sign,
“Hanged for being a prick. –The
Townsfolk”.
This could be the orphanage caretaker
Richard told me about. It seemed the people of this town enforced
justice in their own way. I had to be careful here.
I passed the orphanage and went into the
colorless and ghastly town. Everything about this place was ruined.
Lack had taken over and anguish filled the air. I walked slowly as
I entered its misery. The ground was decorated with faded tiles and
broken bricks. I had to watch where I stepped to not bend my ankle.
The houses were in such pitiful conditions, living on the street
would be no difference. And the shops didn’t have much of an
inventory to make a satisfying buy.
A man pulling a small cart passed beside me.
I stopped him and asked, “Sir, excuse me. Sorry for asking, but has
this town always been like this?”
The man looked at me in disbelief. He eyed
me
thought they would pop out of her forehead. Auria withdrew her hand
and stepped back.
“I have upset you, I’m sorry,” Erik
apologized. He felt like a fool, shamed by her reaction. He now
wished to have waited more time to reveal his feelings. But then,
his intentions saw a ray of hope when Auria lifted her sight and
spoke, “I also feel the same way.”
Erik’s heart and soul gave a loud hallelujah
when she said that.
“All these visits you have given me,” she
continued, “they have lifted my spirits. They have become something
I expect to happen, something that I want to happen. The days would
become boring and dull if not for you. And after you freed my
people from the corvus, I do not see you like a curious stranger
anymore. I see you as a strong and virile male. But…”
Why is there always a but , Erik
thought.
“This that you propose cannot be.”
“Why not?” Erik approached her as she turned
away.
“Erik, the company we have shared has been
one of the best I have had, but it cannot be more than that.”
“I don’t understand. Have I not been
trustful, compassionate, committed into seeing you? I just want to
be with you.”
“I know, but I just cannot.”
“Yes, you can, Auria. We can simply—“
“We cannot!” she suddenly barked.
Erik got shocked by her outburst. “How
come?”
“Because!”
“Because what!”
Her wings turned dark blue as she gave him a
stern look, “Because I am from the vibrant skies, and you are just
from the land below!”
Erik became speechless. He didn’t expect
Auria to reject him like this; maybe with a sad goodbye, but never
like this. Auria put her hands over her mouth, regretting her
outburst.
“So, you’re saying I’m beneath you,” Erik
glared at her. He turned and walked away.
“Erik, wait, I did not mean it that way,”
she pleaded, but he ignored her. He heard how she dropped to her
knees and started weeping, but still he continued. He paced through
the trees and disappeared among their shadows…
*
My cheek stopped bleeding by the time I
stopped thinking about my mistakes. I should have never told her I
loved her. By just asking her to be with me, I made her choose
between two worlds: her radiant Heights, or my land of war. I
pushed her into a corner, and her reaction was one I deserved. We
were just too different.
I stood from the ground and continued my way
through the barbweed trail. This time, when a thorn punctured my
skin, I endured its sting and carried on. It was an affliction I
had earned.
11- Good Times
Thanks to Richard’s short-cut, I passed
through the forest faster than I thought. Even though I had more
scrapes than a cutting board. I followed the road to the northwest
when I accidently stepped on a broken sign. It read “Town of
Flama”. I continued and encountered what seemed to be a ghost town.
The first building I passed by was crumbling. It had a high arched
iron gate that read “Orphanage”. From the arch, the wind swayed the
body of a hanged man. It reeked as if it had been there for days.
On his shirt was another sign,
“Hanged for being a prick. –The
Townsfolk”.
This could be the orphanage caretaker
Richard told me about. It seemed the people of this town enforced
justice in their own way. I had to be careful here.
I passed the orphanage and went into the
colorless and ghastly town. Everything about this place was ruined.
Lack had taken over and anguish filled the air. I walked slowly as
I entered its misery. The ground was decorated with faded tiles and
broken bricks. I had to watch where I stepped to not bend my ankle.
The houses were in such pitiful conditions, living on the street
would be no difference. And the shops didn’t have much of an
inventory to make a satisfying buy.
A man pulling a small cart passed beside me.
I stopped him and asked, “Sir, excuse me. Sorry for asking, but has
this town always been like this?”
The man looked at me in disbelief. He eyed
me
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