Chapter 83: The Puppet

What a beautiful day to be with the golden bloom spirits. Drinking tea and admiring the peace of life. 

Laurelin, the Saintess of the Golden Bloom, looked up to the sky. She saw clouds flying freely and leisurely. On the tree branches, bird were chirping like they were singing songs of triumph for the world. On the ground, the grasses were lurching back and forth like they were dancing with the air flow. 

"I wish Valda could see this scenery with me". Laurelin took a sip of tea while being nostalgic. 

Her tea is made of dandelion's roots. It's bitter yet smells good. Such a combination of fakeness, right? Look beautiful and sweet outside, inside is a hot mess. 

"Hey Laurelin". From a familiar voice came from the entrance of her bower.

"Who dares to step in without knocking the door?". Laurelin was mad. No one had the audacity to treat her like this. "Breaking my tranquil time".

"Oh, don't you remember me?". The voice was approaching Laurelin bit by bit.

"BANG"