Alexa
#Harta And Power
A dream that cannot be described with words. A dream that can be said to be a nightmare, but a dream that can change his life becomes bolder, more incomparable, and more a figure of his true self.
The dream of fog, which then saw three suns before his eyes, this dream, somehow approached him in the gripping nights together with the group of wolves that had been his stronghold all this time.
He woke up soon. His sweat poured out profusely after having that nightmare. He arranged his heart beat as if beating the war drums. He also manages his breathing better, trying to stay calm after experiencing the dream.
A dream she had never experienced, a dream she could somehow explain how beautiful it was, but also how bad it was.
He was surrounded by a black fog and was also very thick. The fog that made his eyes suddenly go blind, and could not see anything. The darkness was perfect, with a feeling of goosebumps and being enveloped by fear.
It was as if around him were thousands of swords and spears that continued to point towards him, occasionally touching his skin, but as if he easily brushed off the pain of the touch of the tip of the sword.
He closed his eyes, hearing the soft and gentle whispers that pierced his ears. The voices of people he did not know, the voices of everyone who wanted help, who wanted to oppress, and who wanted to bring himself down, the voices mixed into one and increasingly pressed down on him along with the fog that surrounded him.
He closed his eyes, covered his ears with his hands, and then, all of them, with the presence of the light of three very soft suns.
He opened his eyes, saw three rays of sunlight shining toward him, looking at his eyes with yellowish orange rays from three directions.
One in the front, one in the right, and one in the left. All three of them looked at him with warmth, smiling and implying a sign that he himself did not know what it meant.
He was stunned in his dream, seeing the three suns that seemed to come to greet his presence, and then slowly, the fog around him disappeared, disappearing into the sun light that was so blinding to both eyes.
After that, he suddenly woke up. A gentle whisper of the night wind suddenly touched his skin, and made both eyes quickly awake.
He sat down and faced west, curled up and looked out the window of his room, then looked up at the stars in the sky while thinking about what his dream meant.
He was even more soluble in his daydream, until it did not feel more faded illuminate. The moonlight that was getting sunk by the morning sun rays coming from the eastern horizon, befriended by the light breeze in the morning, and, then with the dew that hatches create a fragrant fresh aroma in this fresh morning.
Soon he got up from his seat, styled his hair, locked it very neatly, and was seen covering it with his robe. The robe he stole from the vampire market when he had just come to this place along with Linstain and Gabriell.
And now he's more comfortable wearing that robe, for some reason, it feels comfortable.
He rushes out of his uncle's house, and then moves on to Wilmer's house, intending to meet Shaga there.
But when he arrived there, he found nothing, other than Wilmer's sad face that was clearly plastered and real.
He said nothing after seeing Wilmer with his sad face. Although he honestly did not know what was going on, only, he was also too awkward to ask first.
He stood in front of the door, waiting for Wilmer to notice his presence. His plan will always work.
The man seemed to be aware of his presence. He looked up and looked at himself who was still leaning against the door.
"A? Alexa?"
"Why Mr Wilmer? Do you have a serious problem?" Ask Alexa, for some reason she asked first, apparently she forgot that before she thought not to ask this old man first. Maybe he's senile.
Seeing the figure of a magical girl in front of his eyes, Wilmer suddenly woke up from his seat, and approached Alexa in her place. He approached with a face full of anxiety, also with fear.
"Alexa, Shaga hasn't come home since yesterday, when nothing happened yesterday, why hasn't she been home all night? I'm so worried about him, Alexa." Wilmer.
How valiant the man was when he was in the battlefield, but behold now, the man was like a silk cloth blown by the wind, waving softly and very weakly.
Alexa was silent for a moment. He was thinking about yesterday with Shaga. But he did not find anything strange with the young man, except..
"imm?"
He began to remember something.
Yesterday the young man looked very valiantly embracing him, as if the man was very longing and unwilling to take off his body.
But what does Alexa do to deal with Shaga's embrace? She rejects him, rejecting the warm embrace Shaga gave her.
It is undeniable, he is indeed a bit scared because Shaga is too different from usual, and he is sure, that the difference has something to do with the virus.
He remembers well yesterday he had advised Shaga to remove that power from his body, but Shaga answered that day.
"I won't do it, I won't, I never will.."
He declined. And he also went from the presence of Alexa. Could it be that since then Shaga has never come home again?
"Damn it!"
Alexa realized that. He then ignored Wilmer's position in front of him. He turns around leaving Wilmer in his place, and rushes to begin the search for Shaga.
He ran towards the dense and also lush forest. The forest was very dark despite being there during the day. To be honest he wasn't too sure that Shaga would enter the forest, only, wasn't there no answer if he hadn't tried it?
He continued to run away from the settlement, becoming more and more into the dense forest, then searched here and there, trying to find a trace of where the young man might be.
He was afraid that the man would do something bad in the midst of his emotions. Not without reason, Mr. Wilmer himself had felt it, how the sense of satisfaction increasingly gnawed at him when in a state of anger. Shaga would do the same.
Swoshis!
The run was quite strong as well, even a typhoon would lose its speed when compared to its lightning-like running speed.
In every corner he lyrics, but he never found Shaga. I hope he meets that guy soon.
On the other hand, Arsello was walking towards the old hut where he locked up his woman. He looks mediocre through a herd of vampires who still do not know it is him, just by taking refuge in a shield that covers his head area.
He also hopes for a reward, who knows by bringing Alexa with Riyana, then he would more easily destroy Valheins for the old man's actions on him to make himself have to feel a short death.
In addition, she must also hear the stories of her parents in the past that were seen by Alexa. He really wanted to know why Alexa said that on the day of the war between the two groups.
He seemed to be getting closer towards the entrance of his hut. He still didn't realize anything, because everything did look like normal.
Until the moment he was near the door, and then he was seen reaching the hut's doorknob, he was so surprised. Apparently the door is no longer locked.
It's become alarmed. Whether because yesterday he forgot to lock the door again, or maybe, this hut has been entered by someone else.
He didn't want to think too long outside the hut. He only moved with his trembling footsteps, but his mind was determined to see the answer to his conundrum.
Kriet!
He opened the door, and then, instantly he was shocked to death.
"A?"
At first he was astonished, the longer, his face turned more and more into anger and also covered in question marks.
The woman he was holding was not in her place, and now, she was living alone there, with the chain already detached from Riyana's legs.
"Damn it!!!"
Brakk!
Without further ado, he simply kicked the wooden chair into disrepair, then he crushed his teeth, and he clenched his hands in anger.
"The valheins! I know it's you!"
He doesn't want to think too long. Soon he ran out of the hut, and then moved towards the palace of the Valheins, for the first time after the battle that day.
He broke into the tight guard that was there, entered and then faced Valheins. Even so, this time he did not pay any respect to the man. He could only be seen staring at the two eyes of Valheins very sharply, as sharp as a dagger.
The sling!
"Well.haa... This traitor, finally came to my palace." Valheins said to the man who was now looking at his eyes very boldly.
He was increasingly fiercely staring at Valheins with a defiant gaze, also wanting to finish off with all his might.
But the gaze actually began to divert, when a figure was seen emerging from behind the curtain dangling cover a door that was connected directly to a room.
The room that had not been used for a long time, was also the room that became so cold after the last night she occupied it, after giving birth to her first baby, she said, and gave rise to a war between two groups that had to survive until now.
Arsello was stunned, when he saw Riyana's graceful face emerging from behind the curtain, with Sage's colored dress combined with clean white, bunned hair and decorated with small flowers and beautiful, beautiful, purple and also beautiful crown, shiny blue eyes attached with beautiful and make herself look more sweet.
Arsello was still stunned in his place, looking at the beauty of Princess Riyana who had been he gauli, even he made the impingement of desire, without him realizing how graceful the princess was. He was nothing compared to that woman.
Somehow his heart could be as hard as a rock. A long time ago it was as if he could not see the beauty in Riyana. Either because he hated Riyana and Sean from the beginning because they he thought had something to do with the death of his parents, or indeed Riyana turned out to be so beautiful since she was away from him.
Don't know!
"Why? You surprised to see him here?" Valheins asked to throw Arsello's daydream.
The young man could only budge, ending his admiration for Riyana's beautiful figure, and looking back intently at Valheins.
"You should be happy because with Riyana's return to this palace, doesn't that mean your task is done?" Valheins asked Arsello.
"You took it from me, because you're afraid I'm going to get him to meet his daughter, right?" Ask Arsello directly to Valheins.
Hearing Arsello's words just now, Valheins chuckled instead. Apparently the young man was not a man who could not guess.
"Huh. huh... Ha.. I'm just backing off the right time, we better get them together when he's a carcass!" Valeins said sharply.
However, Riyana's ears turned deaf. He did not even hear the words Valheins called a princess. He turned out to be worse than expected.
"Look at me, Valheins! She's not a girl you can underestimate!" Arsello told Valheins a little threatening words.
"You're just mad at me because I've made you feel death, if I lure another pile of treasure and power, your eyes will be blind again." Say Valheins with his magic words.
For a moment Arsello was silent in his place, seeing the bad luck experienced by him. Whether in which part of life he should live, everything seems so taboo to be trusted by him.
But his eyes returned sharply. He came to a realization of an incitement that was very difficult for him to escape. Treasure and power, who would not be blind to these two things?
*But to me, knowing my parents' pasts is the most important*..
He murmured in his heart.
"Mr Valheins, you may have blinded me with wealth and power, but you can never influence me from thinking of both my parents."
*If you were the one who forced my parents to steal, I should be able to get the proof as soon as possible*..
"I'm not a stupid man!"
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