SILVER STONE, BLACKENED LOVE

A familiar brown ceiling came into Blossom's line of sight when she first opened her eyes. Her green orbs roamed around, as she absentmindedly stared at the ceiling before realization finally struck her like an arrow and she abruptly sat up straight on the bed.

She looked around and found herself in her room. She remembered she was saved by Evenor and her disciples before she lost her consciousness again. Fuck, she keeps fainting. She has gotten so weak. She stared down at her hands, her fingers were bandaged and so was her whole body. She felt the pain oozing out of her muscles.

How did they manage to save her? How did Evenor manage to escape? Looks like Helice has gotten better at using her magic. It's been so long since she saw her disciples and Luna...how is she? Where is she? Uncle Zale? Evenor knows about her being Evandros soulmate.

Evandros must be aware of everything by now. Looks like he didn't know her disciples were brave enough to get inside his manor and save their master who was his dear prisoner and the center of his attention at the moment.

She grabbed her temples and threw herself back on the bed. So much was going on...she couldn't even think anymore. She lay there on the bed, she decided not to think about anything anymore. She lay there for half an hour straight before pushing the duvet away and getting up from the bed. She fell back on the bed and grabbed her dizzy head. Cursing under her whiff, she kept sitting on the bed, grabbing onto her head.

Once the dizziness subsided away. She stood up again. She was wearing her night robe. She took off that robe and wore a black long robe with wide sleeves. She grabbed a hairpin and tied half of her hair up in a ponytail and set half of them free. She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like someone who just came out of a grave. Dark circles under her eyes and even her cheeks were slightly sunken in. Her face was pale as if she no longer possessed blood in herself.

With a sigh, she left her room. She inhaled a deep breath and looked around. The sky was bright blue and birds were flying around freely. The breeze was fresh and calming. Megara has missed this atmosphere. The dungeon is something she never wants to face again but she keeps ending up there somehow.

She has just taken some steps forward when she heard familiar voices calling her. Her gaze fleeted towards her right and she saw her disciples rushing towards her. "MASTER." All of them said in unison. Megara fully turned towards them and faintly smiled. "Sysloson, Ida, Darcy, and Helice." She took each of their names while looking at their faces.

"Master."

Ida had tears in her eyes as she eyed Megara, not having any control over herself she jumped on Megara, hugging her. Megara went stiff, not knowing what to do. This was the first time her disciple hugged her like this. While she was thinking about what to do, she remembered what her master used to do when Marco used to throw himself on him like this.

Raising her hand, she guided her hand in Ida's hair, massaging her scalp with the tip of her fingers. Ida flinched and slowly moved away while shaking. "Ohh, what, Master that was ticklish," Ida said and everyone chuckled. Megara stared at them with smiling eyes until a soft voice fell in her eyes. All five heads looked down and found Luna standing in between them with her hands clasped together.

She was wearing the Front Liberation Sect uniform with half of her hair tied up in a ponytail and the other half resting on her shoulders just like Megara's. Megara's heart almost leaped out of her mouth and she abruptly stepped back.

"Master?" Helice looked at her worried and even Luna was worried now. The way Megara reacted after looking at her was heartbreaking for the little one. Only Megara knew what she saw. Nevertheless, she shrugged off that thought saying that it was impossible before she walked forward and raised her hand, caressing Luna's cheek.

Luna's eyes widened as her orbs were sparkling with half happiness and half tears. She moved forward and hesitantly hugged Megara's legs. Her chin rested on her thigh as she looked up at Blossom with admiration which even Blossom didn't know where it came from.

What was so amazing about her?

Barely anyone liked her.

Will she still look at her with this much adoration after knowing about her truth?

Megara pats her head and looks up at her disciples.

"Did you guys take care of her?" She asked and all four of them nodded. "She is in our small family now," Ida said and smiled while looking at Luna. It was clear all these four disciples of her already loved Luna a lot and the same goes for Luna. She hasn't officially accepted her as her disciple but after looking at the situation, it seems like she has no other choice but to accept her.

"Megara." A shiver ran down Megara's spine when she heard a familiar male voice, turning her head to the left side, she could see Evenor standing in front of her.

His expressions were sullen. Luna let go of her legs as Megara fully turned towards Evenor. "Chief Zale asked you to see him once you feel better." He said casually.

His tone was normal but his face was saying another story. He didn't even ask how she was...perhaps he was too shocked and sad at the moment to think of anything.

She understands.

Sometimes being like this...is okay.

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*TWO DAYS LATER*

The sound of swords clashing against each other, the sound of people reciting spells, the sound of painful screams, the sound of someone begging for their life everything was filled in the atmosphere as the Linya trampled the Blue Forsaken Sect, blood dripping from the tip of his sword, Evandros tilted his head at the Chief of the Blue forsaken sect. Menace's intentions danced in his eyes as his stare alone made the powerful chief step back.

"The Sect will not be completely slaughtered if you hand me the stone," Evan said and the Chief looked around. Seeing his master and disciples fighting for their lives, his heart could not take it anymore. If his people are gone then what is the use of this stone anyway.

"Promise me, you will stop killing after I give you the stone." The man said while gulping and Evandros calmly nodded. His calmness alone was a weapon for someone with a weak heart.

"I promise," Evandros said and the man threw the stone at him. He caught the stone in his hand and examined it, a creepy smile made its way onto his face when he realized it was the silver stone. Raising his hand, which was gripping the stone in his hand. All of his men stopped once they saw him raise his hand. They slowly drew back as well as Evandros slowly started to take his steps backward.

"Being not stubborn is good." He said while staring at the chief of the Sect. With a smirk constantly dancing on his face he turned around. That smirk vanished away in thin air as he whipped the blood away from his face. His black hues kept turning red, and his demon was telling him to kill more but he didn't break his promises.

So, he assured himself...that he will satisfy his blood lust by seeing her fall forever.

The time has finally come.

This time he will trample her.