An Old Friend

Chapter 19

Eliot is in his new profound home , settling in , thinking what he should do next.

Amara's sudden appearance in Eliot's home sent a jolt of surprise through him, though the shock was tempered by the numbness and pain that had settled over his heart. "Hey sweet boy," she greeted him with a soft smile, her presence a bittersweet reminder of happier times.

Eliot regarded her with a mix of emotions, his grief still raw but overshadowed by a newfound sense of purpose. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice with its usual warmth.

Amara's smile faltered slightly, a hint of sadness flickering in her eyes. "I've come to offer you guidance, Eliot," she explained, her tone gentle yet firm. "You're treading a dangerous path, one that could lead to your undoing if you're not careful. I out of all people can not watch you go down like that."

Eliot bristled at her words, his pride wounded by the implication of weakness. "I don't need your guidance," he retorted, his voice tinged with defiance. "I know exactly what I'm doing."

Amara sighed, her expression filled with a mixture of pity and concern. "You may think you do, Eliot, but there are forces at play here that you can't begin to comprehend," she warned. "You're walking into the lion's den, and if you're not careful, you'll be devoured before you even realize it." as she places her right hand on Eliot's face with a caring expression.

But Eliot was unphased, his resolve steeled by the fire of vengeance burning within him. "I'll take my chances," he declared, his voice dripping with icy determination. "I won't rest until I've avenged their deaths and claimed what is rightfully mine."

"You do not even belong here Eliot , i have seen things you would not imagine, so please sweet one let me guide you" she explains with a low mature voice.

Amara looked stunning, with her bright blue eyes and wavy blonde hair. She had a caring smile and comforting lips despite being in her early 30s , still one of the most beautiful looking women. 

As Amara guided Eliot's gaze towards her chest, her lips formed a gentle smile, inviting him to find peace in her embrace. "You don't have to speak, my dear. Let your anger fade away for a while. It's okay to let your tears flow," she reassured him.

Overwhelmed by grief, Eliot began to break down, tears streaming down his cheeks. Amara knelt beside him, enveloping him in a warm hug, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead. They leaned their heads together, finding comfort in each other's presence. "I just don't know what to do why can i never be happy anywhere , am i a curse Amara why does this happen to me" expresses Eliot in tears.

"You have a important future in this world Eliot , tough times create tough men , you are strong like the very lighting that strikes this world" explains Amara with a sympathetic gaze.

Eliot curls up more laying his head onto Amara's thighs , as some time passes he falls asleep. Amara carefully lays him down , staring at him with a caring look , "I wish i could stay longer dear, i will be around" as she vanishes into the thin air yet again.