Reflections; Meeting Niniola
Sunday remained rooted to where he had been stooping to try to sniff on the conversation that had been spoken in hushed tones earlier. And now, he wished he never had done that.
Was it not said that ignorance was bliss? Then he should had just adhered to this and gone ahead to the Council House instead of trying to sniff out what was being said. And in a way, he blamed himself for this.
Perhaps, if he had not stayed back, he would have been spared the agony of knowing that he was destined to be a demon. His eyes watered, his chest heaving as he suppressed the incoming sobs.
"You cannot say that" Maerius' voice ripped out again.