BREAKING THE DELUSION

"Tell me what do you want from that castle?"

It was a question that was simple to answer if one was honest; however, Wye Fye's tongue was darker than a jerking cow's manure. Her stench was far greater and mightier than someone's morning breath. She was a marvelous existence favored by no one. She was an abstract art that no one would ever understand because she was beyond anyone's comprehension.

If one would ever meet her as a stranger, the first question that would pass their mind would be "Why?"

The astonishment would leave them speechless. It would leave them shaken to their very core.

"Stop with the questions and walk!" she barked.

"You do know that if I die, I become one of them, don't you?"

Wye Fye released a scoff and leered at me.

"Oh, I won't kill you yet sweetie. I have better plans in store for you. But don't worry, we'll get there. Once I end your life, Sevor won't have a reason to leave me."

Could anyone tell me an even greater woman existing in the same timeline as her? She was in her own league. Lettice cannot even compare.

"You don't know that. The world provides us many reasons. Maybe one day, Sevor will trip on a rock, hit his head on a bigger rock, and fall on the biggest rock in the area."

"I'll sever your tongue if you don't shut up," She warned, yanking me up on my feet.

How rude of her. My tongue had a sacred duty to smear her name with many glorious slanders. If my tongue cannot fulfill such duties, it has no purpose to be attached to me.

"Ryota, take us to that castle and the rest of you brats, don't even think of waking up the twins! If they find out about this, I will personally kick you out of our family. Do you understand?"

When no one replied to her demand, Wye Fye repeated her question.

"Do you understand?!"

"Please answer her, everyone needs moral support. Let us be the good people and swallow our pride for her head to grow even further," I deadpanned.

"Ye-Yes," the crowd of young ones answered hesitantly.

Ryota transformed into a green mossy dragon that was smaller compared to Sevor and Slade. Wye Fye pushed me forward, making me step on my injured ankle and causing me to lose balance.

Buck was biting his bottom lip, trying as hard as he could to not cry. I inclined my head at him to assure him that I will be alright. I climbed on the dragon's back. Wye Fye followed with her bow and arrows intact. Ryota took a step backwards, spreading his wings out. He hurled us up above towards the castle.

Wye Fye cursed under her breath as we proceeded. It wasn't something that I found surprising about her. It was actually predictable when she pushed me off.

"Oh no!" She faked concern and panic.

She was reaching down but she never did ask Ryota to fetch me from falling into my death.

"Brother!" the fairy children called out. I saw them rapidly soaring to my rescue.

They worked together to keep my body from hitting the ground. I was gently placed on the floor.

Wye Fye slipped off from Ryota's back once they returned to ground level. She looked at the enraged Sevor with unsophisticated innocence.

"What were you doing? Why did you push him Wye Fye?"

"I'm sorry my love. He agreed to come with me but then he changed his mind and threatened me. I was so scared! I didn't know what to do!" she sweetly explained.

That was horrible acting.

"I must give an applause to your amazing theatrics; however, how can you explain about the wound on my ankle? I supposed I just tripped on one of your arrows."

She turned around and glared at me.

"You did that to yourself! You stole my arrow and stabbed your ankle so that you can gain pity from everyone, especially Sevor!"

Once again, I was left speechless. I could never escape her observant eyes. I should have stabbed myself in a more secluded place.

Sometimes I wish I could freely turn into a catastrophe so that I could make her wither away.

'I shouldn't be talking but this girl is a stain to this world. She is a bad seed. She is a headache to both the living and the dead,' a woman spoke in my head.

'Hush darling, we shouldn't talk,' a man lightly scolded.

Multiple 'Shhhs' followed after that. I did agree with that woman though– we can be great friends.

"Is that true?" Sevor asked.

I couldn't tell who was dumber in their relationship. Wye Fye decided to become my spokesperson because she was the best person to perform the job.

"Yes! How could I lie to you?"

Her whole being was a lie.

"I wasn't talking to you Wye Fye!" He snapped.

"If I said that it wasn't true, would you even believe me?" I questioned him back.

He pursed his lips. Wye Fye's eyes flashed red, causing Sevor's eyes to glimmer in response.

"Why would I even want to gain pity from you? You are insignificant to me. I was going to leave after purifying the land but your beloved shot an arrow to my ankle. I am sure you will have horrible children in the future, best of luck."

"Liar!" She snarled.

She raised her hand to strike me but she bellowed in pain. A small growl came from a small wolf. My expression softened.

"Buck," I called in delight.

"Buck let her go!" Sevor ordered.

Wye Fye was shaking the little werewolf off but the creature had his teeth sunken down deeply into her ankle.

"Buck, please save yourself from being infected by her bloodline," I advised, extracting him from a disastrous fate. I lifted the werewolf, hugging him against my chest.

Wye Fye was prepared to shoot at us at any given moment. The children tackled her down and one of them stole her weapon. Sevor was ready to intervene but a sweet scent leaked out from my own form that made him freeze in place. Sinister chuckles clouded my mind. I questioned my own scent and the man's exaggerated reaction to it. It must be the carrots.

He was moving erratically due to distress. I found a glowing bite mark on his neck which dragged out a foreign feeling in my chest. The emotion was something similar when I first met Caleb; but it was more powerful, more aggressive, and it caused an excessive itch to my gums.

Wye Fye kept on barking demands and orders towards Sevor who was spacing out. I set Buck down to the ground. My feet carried me towards him. He carried a mark of someone else's that I desired to overwrite.

He looked at me with eyes clouded with want. I tilted his head, exposing the mark that did not come from me.

"Stay away from him! Don't you touch that mark!" Wye Fye hysterically shouted. "He's mine! Sevor is mine!"

My lips curled. My finger traced the unsightly blemish left on his skin. My insides were burning with blazing heat.

"Who do you belong to?" I whispered.

My voice was laced with an echo. His skin rose with goosebumps.

"I belong to Wye Fye...no one else," he responded.

It was an automated answer created for him for someone else's satisfaction.

"You don't want me?" I asked him.

He grimaced and bent forward. He fought the urge to inhale the scent I gave off. He gripped my shoulders tightly.

"I love her..." He panted out.

He inched his nose towards my neck but turned away with gritted teeth.

"Wh--Why do you smell so good?"

"Sevor! Sevor! Don't let him fool you. He's trying to take you away from me! Don't you remember? Don't you remember the day you confessed to me?" Wye Fye asked in clear desperation.

"Who do you belong to?" I asked him again. "Give me the wrong answer and you will never see me again."

Sevor trembled. His knees gave out. He grasped my wrists, leaning his head against my stomach.

"No... don't leave. Don't leave. I just... I'm confused. I know I love her. I have known about it for a long time."

"So you're telling me that you still belong to her?"

I turned away from him once he fell silent.

He already gave his answer. Despite this itch in my gums and the bothersome pounding in my chest, I shall draw the line.

Why did I even ask where his heart was? Why did that mark leave a sour taste in my mouth? Why did I exert such effort for a man that I did not give importance to?

He grabbed my elbow, pulling me back.

"I don't know...I don't know anymore," he told me. "Why... you're my mate aren't you? Why...why are you asking who I belong to?"

"You belong to Wye Fye, don't you?" I asked him again.

He was mystified.

"Who is that?" he asked.

The bite mark gleamed and tormented him.

"Wye Fye..." He groaned. "Yes, I do love her...Wait who is she again?"

Bothersome...

I sauntered closer towards Sevor and ran my nose against his neck. I sank my teeth on him and he stiffened.

Sevor granted me further access to his neck. His blood entered my mouth, carrying the taste of sweet grapes. He groaned with gratification and sighed from complete relief.

Wye Fye was bawling frantically while the children held her thrashing body. Sevor had a dazed look of contentment on his face. I wiped the blood dripping down my lips as my chest was finally at ease.

"I just had a nightmare of having a fight with my twin..." He murmured. "And the worst part is because I sided with this woman," he spoke with much skepticism in his tone.

He'd be surprised at how true nightmares can be.

"Could it be that the woman who you are referring to is the same woman who is currently being persecuted by those youngsters?" I asked him.

Sevor raised his head and glanced at the background of our own situation. His face grew pale. He was sweating profusely.

"If my ancestors could see me now…they'd wish they killed my mother to have saved me from this humiliation."

"It's no use lurking in the past," I told him, glancing sharply at the floating castle. "Now that you seem to be more cooperative and less delusional, can you do me a favor?"

Sevor rose with much willingness.

"I'd do anything for you."

If all irrationality can be cured with a bite I'd start honing my fangs.

"I am flattered," I responded. "Let's grant the wish of your lover, take us to that castle."

"Sevor! My love!" Wye Fye mewled.

I grew a carrot on my palms and pointed the sharpened edge to her direction.

"Do not test me, this carrot can do many things beyond your feeble imagination," I threatened her.

It was my turn to make demands.

Yes be afraid, be very afraid.