Two Lovers

«THE TALE OF TWO LOVERS...»

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"So, you called him the leader of the keeper?" I asked Luther the moment we adjusted on the bench in the room. He brought back with him some wine and berries, then began pouring the drink content into two glasses.

"Yes, Edward Renfred. He is very old." He said, with mouth full of berries. I snatched one from his hand and threw it in my mouth.

"Old?"

"Yes. Hundreds of years old." Luther said, and I couldn't deny the fact. The Keepers were the oldest beings ever known, and they were praised by men all over the globe. It was claimed that they balanced the Realm of magic and kept all forms of magical beings intact.

"Too much power is evil."

That was their slang. Always made me doubt their existence. Any power at all in the hand of the wrong ones...is evil.

"Melissa?" I saw his hands waved up in front of my eyes, "are you alright?" His question made me spill out a befuddling query.

"How'd know my name?" He smiled, the type that resembled a guilt one. "What did you do?" Surprisedly, a smile worked up on my face. A laughter, following. Luther stood so adorable beside me that I felt lucky to have the Prince of Vatră, being all merry-jolly with me. Luther had those types of eyes that would mesmerize just any kind of creature. Pale grey eyes and it was like I was starting at a god in one of Vatră's mythical books.

He looked divine... like I was not even worthy enough to look upon him.

"Well, uh," he grinned, one that pierced through the very depths of my soul, then he passed a glass of wine to me. He'd placed the fruits and the wine down on the bench between the little space that demarcated us, but now, he removed them placing them beside him, clearing the distance between us. He shifted closer and I watched through uncomfortable glances. The next minute, he was shoulder-to-shoulder near me. "I uh, asked a friend of mine to keep a close watch on you-"

"Wait, hold on, you stalked me?"

He brought up his hands in surrender. "Not really, you didn't tell me your name, and how did you wanted to assure me you'd be coming?"

"Well, here I am now, aren't I?" I didn't know whether to be happy or angry. He did seemed interested in me. Or so I was thinking.

"And I am so sorry I doubted you." He smiled, feeling what looked like remorse.

I shifted my gaze away from his dazzling eyes, rejecting the offer to be bewitched by his charms. "So, the man you sent to pick me up was your spy?"

"Spy? No please. Let's just say, he was a friend." He replied, and I decided to stick to his own theory. The air was calm and soothingly quiet, other than the muffling music that played downstairs. It was my moment to ask. But what exactly would I chose to ask, from a long list of questions? I decided to ask one at a time. "So tell me, why were you so surprised that I knew you?" I turned slightly to watch his face. My mind would be on one thing alone. They wouldn't wander on the rebellious looking face that was now staring back at me.

His thick brows furrowed slightly as he thought of the words to use. Perhaps one that would reply me just accordingly. I wasn't rushing. We shared the same lustrous wavy hair, even the same color as well, the only difference being that, unlike mine that were long, his fell only to medium length.

Luther was indeed one of the many handsome men I've seen before, but the part difficult to believe was that, we were close. I'd never been this close with any man before. He just brewed his potion slightly better than the rest. Luther's skin was bronze and flawless, obviously as a healthy heir to the throne should be. I wanted to admire his looks because he truly was worth my attention, except, I couldn't. Wholeheartedly. There was this part of me that kept reminding me that I'd met him before, and we had not been the very best of friends. Judging from the fact that he knew the Keepers scared me even more.

He was friends (or almost friends) with the monster that had haunted me down in all of lives. I couldn't help myself from trying to kill him. The thoughts kept coming to me that Luther was a darkness in my past, and I had yet to vanquish him. Like a mission I had yet to accomplish, and everytime my eyes met his, the moment struck as a reminder to finish what I had started.

He was already talking and must had said some important words before I'd noticed. "Are you listening?" He asked, bringing me back to reality.

"Sorry, I was caught up in a thought." I explained and his eyes carefully observed me. I wondered what was going on in his head. "Please, continue."

"No, it's nothing too serious, really." He said, reluctantly.

"I insist. Please." He thought for a while, then began speaking again.

"Well, I am a useless son in this household." He said, and I feared I'd heard him wrong. He must had noticed my eyes bulged because he smiled then repeated his claims.

"How can you say that?" I had to ask, displeased someone as important as him could utter such words.

"My father manages the affairs of this City, as well as that of the household and other things, and poor Luther, I'm just unimportant." I could hear the sadness in his tone as he spoke, "a nobody in the royal household."

"Your father sends you off just so you wouldn't meddle in the affairs of your own domain?"

"Exactly. I travel to various villages, learn skills that I'm already master at. Then I come home, they host a stupid feast, like a welcome party,"

"But also a send off party." I completed his statement for him because it was true. Every year, the royal household hosted this event, but only when Luther was around.

"Yes." He was quiet, and so was I. A while later, he broke the silence. "What about you? What's your sad story?"

I sighed deeply, wondering where to even begin from. My life was a mess, but who would you want to tell that to? I detested pity from just about anyone, but perhaps sometimes, pity was the only thing that would comfort me. So I took it as a moment to share my tale with him. "I have a dream, every bloody night, and in this dream is a ...well, uh," I stopped myself from spilling too much. I was just starting to like him, so it was still too early to have him deem me a lunatic. "Mystery. And sometimes when I wake up, I remember only bits of it."

He seemed impatient to find out more because his eyes were shining brightly now. "I can see the anticipation in those eyes of yours," I teased, and he laughed about it. He couldn't even deny. "What is very pathetic about my life is that, I have no memory of my past." I broke it down to him. "I don't remember my family, where I grew up, I don't even know my own name. All I know is that I was sold into the Hathaway household as a house help, and every since then, they refered to me as Melissa."

"Oh, that is ..." He paused, maybe wondering if his next words would hurt me.

"Sad." I completely his statement.

"I'm sorry." He said, apologetically. It didn't make me feel any better. "Wait, so, you don't remember where you were born?"

I did. "Some village named Oij."

"Oh, Oij village. I know there." He said confidently. A reply I had never expected myself to hear from him, or just about anyone. I had even always thought that Oij's village was a myth. Laura always brought it up almost all the time. Then, there was this intuition that just always rose up. The only thing that I was very accurate about from my past was that name. Oij village.

And now, I would finally be solving this bloody mystery. How would it help regain my memory though? I hadn't thought of that yet.

But the past is about to be clear now. It was only just a matter of time.

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The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall. -Nelson Mandela

Tell me and I forget. Teach me and I remember. Involve me and I learn. -Benjamin Franklin.

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