As November neared its end, the weather grew colder. Zane exhaled a misty breath, watching his teacher depart.
A distance had grown between his teacher and Michael, making Zane suspect sothing had happened.
He watched them board the boat, placing his hands into his sweater pocket; he shivered when a gust of wind blew past.
Rolling up the window, he started the car and drove back to the mansion; as the car drove past the town.
He watched the surroundings bustling with people wearing their sweaters; his eyes briefly locked onto a vacant stare, but before he could process it, the car sped past.
He discarded that thought as the car sped, making him see strange things, but for so reason, sothing was off in his heart.
Kyle frowned as he reviewed the island's population records. It was estimated to be three hundred people, but now it was double that.
What's going on? He made sure to register the number of rchants staying here for business, is it the staff have so many family mbers coming for a visit? It seems he should restrict that, as he did for children not to co here.
"We are issuing a ban order; no one is to leave or enter the island starting today. Miss Nicole, you have to guard the shore and make sure no suspicious people enter." Kyle sent this ssage to Nicole and a group of won he handpicked to work under him.
Kyle knew he was stepping over the line when he didn't pass the orders through Cyra's approval.
His instinct scread at him that sothing was off about the sudden population surge. He would inform Mistress Cyra this night.
As cautious as he was, he brought out his cube box, and his hands flew on the keyboards; he hacked into the cara of the city closer to the Island.
His hologram showed different images of the sa city in a wide view for Kyle to observe. People walked normally, the city was running as it should, and the shores were filled with rchants selling their wear and boats anchored to the side.
He saw nothing of the ordinary; rather than feeling reassured, his unease deepened.
Switching off the screen, he propped his hands under his chin, and icy blue eyes dazed with thinking.
Viktor diligently trimd the thorns for the flower as he picked them with care; placing the petals into the basket he was holding, he humd as he worked.
After working for a while his basket was filled with petals of different colours, but with the sa bloody stench.
With the basket in hand, he left the glass house and went straight to the kitchen, dropping off the petals; he passed by the chef and paused; he frowned and looked back only to see her normal friendly face, focusing on crushing the cheese.
"Oh, Viktor, are you here to steal my food again." She laughed in her loud voice.
"No chef gotta go." He waved his hands and left, but his eye was void of a smile. He felt sothing was strange about the chef today or he was thinking too much.
The day went by, and the sky turned dark; Cyra sat up from the bed, washing up, and she ca downstairs slowly.
She passed through hallways and walked out from the mansion, without eting anybody on her way.
The night was silent and peaceful as she walked into the forest, in the mood to stroll aimlessly, she didn't use her speed but enjoyed the process of moving normally.
Her legs brought her into a hot spring; she dipped her legs into the steaming water and retracted instinctively. Sensing her body's resistance to heat, she shifted into her cursed form.
Gold hair fluttered at her back, removing her clothes, the light of the moon bathed her pale figure with its steam. It painted a dreamy scene.
She walked into the water, she felt her bones loosen and she sighed, feeling relaxed and comfortable. Her body faced upward in the sky, her gold eyes counted the stars dotting the sky.
She released air from her lungs into the air, In the past months, she had felt anger, desire, joy, peace… emotions that had been stripped away from her those years.
Her fingers drifted from the water to trace her forehead. Her mind had endured too much—perhaps it had never been normal to begin with.
She hopes this peaceful life she has will remain the sa. It's not like her to say such sentintal words.
To anybody who dared threaten her peace…
"Bang!" The container holding her aura shattered, sending shockwaves through the trees and water, trembling under the weight of her bloodthirsty energy.
Her threat was left unsaid, the surrounding said it all. Unfortunately, her peaceful life was about to be intruded upon.
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