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Myth of The Broken Throne

He was a king, with a heart. But after her, the throne was broken. So much that a man with a heart became a terror. A tyrannical terror, who walked through the paths of immortality. A path given by the one, he was loved by. A path given by the one whom he lost forever. -I closed the book and a heavy sigh left my lips. I looked out of the library and there he was standing at the door. His arms flexed as his grip on the door tightened. He felt so close yet so far. And his eyes, his beautiful honey like eyes, it held a story. A mystery that seems to pull me towards him, no matter how much I resist. You know, true love never dies. It's always there, lurking in the deepest and darkest corners of your heart. The only thing one needs is someone as bright as a star to look into your heart and read you like no one has.

Valens_Fiction · Fantasy
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10 Chs

Chapter 1

Astraea's POV

Those black eyes laced with golden strings were the only things visible in front of me. So alluring, and so... mysterious.

I felt that it was waiting for me to approach but at the same time going far, far away from me.

But, I couldn't stop myself. I kept on going forward, desperate to reach them. Suddenly as if everything stopped.

I waited, again.

It was coming near me. Those eyes seemed a bit glassy but didn't deviate from mine.

And before I could take a proper look at the mystery before me, a bright light flashed making me blind for an instant.

The next moment I opened my eyes, it was a cream coloured ceiling with little lights hanging from them. Looking towards the left, my dear mother stood before the open window.

Ah.. a dream. Shouldn't have watched those stupid movies.

"First day of college and you are still on the bed. Wakey wakey."

Her soft voice literally cooed at me.

My mom and dad were literally the best parents to me as well as the best partners to each other. Even after so many years of marriage they were still like high school sweethearts by heart.

It was endearing and it also gave a broad spec on how I would like my future partner to be.

My Greek mother, Zoe Adamos, was just a little free-spirited college girl when she met my dad, Nathaniel Kingston, the brooding , hot American specimen accompanying his father on a business meet.

All it took was a little bump in a beautiful aesthetic café and my dad was head over heels for my mother, I have heard their stories like hundred timed yet my dad never ceased to proudly boast about it nor it was enough to make me stop feel all mushy-mushy about them.

I ran off towards the bathroom. A quick shower and then I went to my closet.

Since the weather was a little chilly today, I went for a high neck white top with a mini pink checkered skirt and paired it with a thigh-length pink jacket. The black pantyhose under the skirt gave a cute yet sexy look.

Opting for a white sneaker, I came down to see my Dad already seated in the breakfast table with a newspaper in his hand.

Giving him a quick kiss on the cheek and doing the same with my mom , I took a toast from the plate and ran outside just in time to see a Blue sedan rolling over. A highly over-energetic black haired girl was waving to me through the window.

"Hey bestie!!!. Emily's as always super hyped, chirpy voice greeted me.

Chuckling, I quickly sat on the passenger seat as we were off to the university.

"So..." I looked over her, she was already giving me her evil smirk.

"So from what I, of course HEARD and didn't gossip is that Jacob's father is rumored to have an explicit affair with their maid. Oh!... Do you remember Kelly, the king soul from our second year of high school, I HEARD she got a boyfriend who apparently plays for NFL, yes hard to believe. My neighbor --"

My stupidly loud laugh cut her off. I have known this girl for my entire life, but it still surprised me how she has the news of each and everyone she came across.

"Seriously, how do you even manage to HEAR all these gossips huh?. Just come clean, will you ?" She laughed.

"Well not my fault that Jacob's elder brother was a night stand of mine and he just blabbered you know. And it is definitely not my fault that my last to last to lasty night stand happened to be Kyle, a NFL player, who also the next morning got slapped by his girlfriend for cheating on her. The sweet little me, coincidentally happened to be there."

She innocently shrugged but I could still see the smile ready to rip off her façade.

"You really manage to end up in all sorts of situations."

I said, hardly managing to keep the smile off my face.

She laughed and started sharing some more of her gossips. Ten minutes later, the huge white building of the campus cam into the view.

Emily parked her blue Sedan. We parted ways as she was a dance major while my interest has always been about art and mythology. Walking through the corridor I finally reached my given lecture room. It was huge, built like auditorium-style. The whole background was painted with soft ivory giving it the perfect soft and soothing vibe.

Moving through the aisle, I took a seat at the middle of the room. Since, we arrived early, the room was almost empty with a few people busy in their own work.

Well explains, since it's just the first day for all of us.

Within a few minutes, the class was almost full. I felt someone sitting near the seat beside me.

A girl. Her brown hair beautifully caught in pigtail buns giving her a cute, soft look. I could see her legs bouncing in a fast rhythm, her hands constantly pulling the end of her full sleeve cream top.

She was too nervous.

"Hey, you ok?" My voice must have startled her. She looked at me with wide eyes under her round spectacled.

"Oh!..Hi!...Hello!... My name is Miranda Jones. I am a student of the Arts major. I mean I like to paint. Always have. My mother was an artist during her early days. Yeah, so have been learning by seeing her. I once did a coffee painting and --"

She took a deep breath and gave a very very embarrassed smile.

"Sorry, it's just I'm too nervous. You know first impression and all that."

I gave her a small smile.

"I understand. I am Astraea Kingston." She smiled back.

Soon the professor entered. She was a small woman with her hairs tied in a tight bun. The spectacles almost falling over her nose as she tried to balance the huge pile of papers and nearly falling over the table. Though she managed.

"Err....I hope she does a good job." I found my voice coming out in a small whisper.

"She better." Miranda spoke while looking so intently at the small woman that I almost felt she was going to burn that petite creature into ashes.

Feeling my gaze she looked at me and gave a dazzling big toothed -smile.

"I mean , if not we would have to suffer, don't you think ?"

I gave a small shrug.

A high pitched voice gained our attention.

"So students, I am Ms. Krystal Brendon. This is your mythology class as you know. So forgetting the introductions we will start with the first topic of the session. It's The historical myths and stories."

It was just me o or my imagination, but it looked like she was staring straight at me, speaking directly to me.

"I hope you find this very interesting."

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The class was over and surprisingly, I did enjoy it.

"So, what's next for you." Miranda spoke from beside me.

"It's Aesthetic Art, looks like we are not together, huh ?"

"Unfortunately. Hey, I hear the senior's are going to have the first game of this season tomorrow and the football time is like the talk of the university. So would you like to join me ?"

I nodded and walked out with her.

"Sure, I'll tell Emily to join us, uh.. she's my best friend. Hope you won't mind.

"Of course not, the more the merrier."

"Well, I am not a sports enthusiast, so hopefully it won't be boring."

Miranda chuckled.

She hold my hand and gave a tight squeeze, looking into my eyes, she spoke with a smile I couldn't decipher.

"Trust me, you are going to love it."

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