You will make the right decision ~ by LadyLeaf

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"What do you know?" Cyrus stared into her amber eyes. "Things you don't." "What price do you want for those things." "A life, you will spare." "What if I say no." "Your will make the right decision."

8 years ago

LadyLeaf

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In his mind Cyrus had rehearsed a thousand times what he will do when he meets HER. "My name is Cyrus, you killed my family, prepare to die." (Princess Bride reference) He will speak those words in her face, he'd draw a dagger into her heart, then chop off her head. But when that day finally came, what did he do? He spoke with her, and was about to give her a phone call...Cyrus picked up the mirror, this was the moment he had been waiting for three hundred years, and all he did was talk! Talk!

8 years ago

LadyLeaf

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Those riders...Cyrus raised his head, there they were, at least a dozen, rode away from his home. The night was closing in, their silhouettes were fading into the mist and snow, but not their eyes, not their flaming red eyes that burnt like coals...

8 years ago

LadyLeaf

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like those gentle fingers putting the pieces of his shattered memories together. Oh, curse that night, curse that night he heard her song! That song awoke something, it was the key to that rusty Pandora's box where he buried all his past. Once again he stood at the entrance of his home village, he saw that young boy he once was, he saw his bloodshot eyes and bleeding gums. "Run! Hide! Do not chase those riders!" He screamed, but nothing, there was nothing audible, what have been done, done.

8 years ago

LadyLeaf

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Cyrus returned to his temporary shack, he slouched down his makeshift bed, hands buried into his hair. He pulled those blond threads, the needling pain served as his daily reminder of his purpose. Their faces, his mother, his father, his sister and brother, so blur, so empty. 'Why can I remember their faces?!', then he heard her song. Her sweet, sweet voice parted the thick fog that lies on his mind. Like the sun, the rains,

8 years ago

LadyLeaf

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that was the Uman's way of hunting." "Why spoke this?" Cyrus's voice raised audibly. "A warning, an advise, Ensil. You do not have to repeat the past, you have a choice." A slight ripple, too slight for human eyes, shattered his mask of grimness. "SHE had took it away long ago." "I trust you will make the right decision." The woman sighed, she gave him one last glance before re-cap her hood, then disappeared into the darkness.

8 years ago

LadyLeaf

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"Oh, but it is. The Uman always takes anything regarding HER to the next level." Cyrus gave her no respond other than a frosty stare, the woman continued unbidden. "Three hundred years ago, when SHE escaped from our fortress, the Uman was hunting her. We had an agreement, as an enemy of the enemy. We both wanted her alive, but what happened next? Villages after villages were laid waste, the very snow of the Carpathian Mountains was stained red for once. We followed your trace of fire and blood,

8 years ago

LadyLeaf

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"You came to check on me to have completed my mission." "On the contrary, I hope you haven't." The woman contended with the equal iciness, but hers had a touch of warmth. "How should I interpret this?" Standing on the lower step, Cyrus still looked into the woman's eyes. "Don't play fool with me, Ensil. She is only your bait, SHE is the prize." The elderly woman snorted. "Mother Asuriel, your work will be done, the approach is not of your concern."

8 years ago

LadyLeaf

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His movements were far too delicate for the mortal eyes to capture. Half way on the stair, a hooded figure felt the icy touch of a blade on the neck followed by the icy voice of the Ensil, "Don't move." "Ensil Cyrus, it is me." Ah, a she. The hooded figure turned around, her momentum flung the hood down to reveal her curls of ashen. "Mother Asuriel." Cyrus spoke to the elderly woman, even with wrinkles and droopy eyes her face shone still, with determination.

8 years ago

LadyLeaf

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Ensil Cyrus trod a path of self-torment, he chose the path out of his own will. His days were ever haunted by the faces of his loss, and his nights, the endless pain, anger and remorse. Year after year for three centuries, even the righteous will shed blood. A creak of the stairs shattered the silence, Cyrus woke from his meditation state. His eyes aimed at the source of the uninvited noise. Then he dissolved into the shadow, he blended into it.

8 years ago

LadyLeaf

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Nothing else was present in the empty room, other than few broken furniture, cobwebs and dust. For three hundred years Cyrus had led a life of asceticism. Men, mortals and immortals alike, all clench to their lives in one way or another. Be it hope or hatred, love or pain, it was what we clench to makes us, us.

8 years ago

LadyLeaf

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her alabaster fingers caressed its mould windows. One particular to the attic caught the Silver One's attention, her eyes peered through the cracks, her light lightened the darkness within. One of her Mother's lost children inhabited such ruin. He sat on the dusted floor, staring into a map of Paris, a letter, a ruler, a pen and above all, a dagger. Behind him was a makeshift bed of blanket and newspaper.

8 years ago