"Left with no significant choice, the Beast have to let her go. Sephira take on with this journey alone with one thing set on her mind. To uncling her haunting past. It was almost dawn when, Sephira finally reaches Dhaleya's lair.
"Dhaleya!" she cried with Luth's sword cling in her hands.
"Foolish girl. What cursed have I put myself with, for bringing an ungrateful mortal child like you!!!" lamented Dhaleya furiously.
"Tell me, who am I ? What I really am?" cried Sephira, with escalate new form of guts burning inside her soul.
" A borrowed soul for my fallen angel." exclaimed Dhaleya, with a sinister laughed. "This might help you to recollect what you have actually lost." continue Dhaleya, with haughtiness tone. In the midst of grayish fumes, exert another being. Sephira begins to sense some chillness in her nerves, despite she's been putting up a brave shield in front of her entity.
"It's been along time Marish, eversince I've set my eyes on you." utters that voice, that goes along next with his portentous laugh.
Sephira took few steps aback, as her hands trembles with fear, while she holding up the sword in front of her eyes. Quivering with her guts now, as the calamity of her past coming closer towards her. "We do have so much unspeakable pleasure, all the way back then., Marish." exclaimed that being again, threatening her courage, dispelling out her past horrific sorrow.
"Nooooooooo!!!!!!!!!" screamed Sephira. Her head begins to be entwine with abundance gruesome of her past. "Aden." quiver her voice in despair. Recalling back, on that dreadful moment, after she was merciless taken by Aden, thinking that she might be dead, Aden had eventually told the palace guards to dump her motionless body into the deep sea. The cold and darkness ocean, amounting inside her lost soul, with the coral vines, kept her captive among the ocean pit. A century had pass, but her soul was still trapped deep within the hollowness of the ocean. Suddenly, she felt light and illumine, Dhaleya smiles, sweet serenading lullaby, calming her soul, ceasing her fear. "Mother." whispered Sephira in anguish with confused state of mind.
"No, Marish. My Sephira, my infant is dead. I've taken your soul and plant it into my Sephira, thanks to your lover. Luth with his astounding black art. Too bad, he betrays me. And the stupidest thing ever, was for him to fall in love with you." rants Dhaleya.
"How could you?" exclaimed Marish, as she took a leap almost striking Dhaleya's frontal with her sword, but her attack was blocked by Aden.
"I remember you very well. You are just the mere oak tree!!! How could you betray yourself yet again? She's just using you damn it. Can't you see?" questions Marish, with intensity tone in her voice. "She has no one by her side any more."
Aden take no heed upon her advised, as they both begins to be deeply immersed in this fearsome sword battle. Marish avoid few blows, but Aden was not giving up any chances, as he continues to attack her with few more swings of his weapon. However, Marish just like a quicksilver, managed to avoid and retaliate with such eagerness, of bringing back Kherash her Kingdom back to how it used to be. To revenge her Luth and Ashlan, her true love. "Ashlan?" that name resounds back in her head and for this split second moment, she lapse. Aden notice this and took advantage of her daze, as he drew out his sword and almost piercing her abdomen with it, when suddenly, a horrific looking being, came striding behind him and held on to his fragile neck almost snapping it away. Dhaleya froze in fear...she knew, she bound to loose this battle. However, in between the struggle, unknowingly Aden had drew out a dagger from the sheave on his calf and merciless stab the lower chest of the Beast heart.
"No." whispered Marish in distress. "Ashlan!!!"
Aden move himself away, as he let the Beast fall sprawling onto the floor bleeding extensively. With trembling soul of a breaking heart, Marish amble closer towards the Beast as she sat on the floor, with his head lay rested upon her chest. "I can't loose you yet again. Ashlan, you are my true love." and with those words spoken, Dhaleya gave a loud shrieking moan. Some tickling sensation came upon the side pocket of Marish pants. Marish took out the tiny glass lid bottle with the pink rose in it. Much to her surprised, the rose blooms significantly as though a new sign of hope alluring upon them. Dhaleya deafening screams, begins to chill them all, as Dhaleya begins to froze into a huge block of rough edges ice. However, much to Marish enlightened moment, the Beast begins to change it's form too. All gone the scales, perforated hair, the fangs, the Beast has finally been over taken by his real being, of Ashlan.
"Oh! God....Ashlan." cried Marish in between her sob. Ashlan took Marish in his arms and embrace her with all his might, concealing his tears from falling onto his face.
"How sweet this reunion are Brother. But still Kherash only needs a King, and that's got to be me." exclaimed Aden, as he leaps with his sword, wanting to end Ashlan's soul once and for all. Pushing Marish away from him, however he had cunningly took Luth's sword and hid it by his side, until Aden came upon him in such a good angle, that's where Ashlan had cleverly drew his hidden sword out and piece the weapon, right through the center of Aden's losing fate. Aden falls dead on his lap with his eyes wide open. Ashlan shuts his eyes in despair, but justice need to be done, the tyrant got to be slain.
Ashlan took over the Kingdom of Kherash with Marish as his lovely Queen by his side. Bringing back what has been lost, spreading love notes to all humanity until the rest of eternity.' and to the conclusion of the novel, Yasmeen yet again had wrote another splendid message for him. "Sight of wind...If' there's a sight? I can feel you, But I can't touch. Swaying trees, rushing waves. Whirling to your tune...I feel so light..! Yasmeen." Ezekiel was taken aback with all this. With tears in his eyes and wreaking heart as he pushed his mind further trying as hard as he could, to recall any short of memories which he had with her. Making up his mind, after he left a note to Iman telling her that 'she' will be back soon, Ezekiel calls for the cab and headed towards the heart, that could answered to all his doubts.
It took him a toll of courage for him, just to knock upon the door. Ezekiel waited for few moment, with anxious vibe playing in his soul. Aunt Zurah, opens the door to welcome him in. Ezekiel took few steps into her home, which look warm and serene. much to his soul comfort. Pacing along the corridor and there he saw one of his writing been frame and beautifully hang onto one of the corner on the wall. Suddenly he could sense a present of someone behind his back. He slowly turns and there she was sitting on her wheelchair but her eyes were staring profoundly towards him.
"Yas." he utters as he coming closer towards her.
"What are you doing here?" snapped Yasmeen.
"Yasmeen, please forgive me. But I belief my past have got to do with you." replies Ezekiel remorsefully.
"What are trying to play now Ezekiel Bukhari?" barked Yasmeen furiously.
"Yasmeen, I've amnesia....I can't recall anything much about my past. I know, deep down I won't turn myself to look like this, unless things were not on my side." state Ezekiel sadly as he unconsciously looks upon his 'chest'. "But I know there's still hope, after I've found this" said Ezekiel without a hitch, as he brings out the novel and carefully place it on her lap.
Taking the novel into her palms but with a carousel smile across her face as she slowly lifts up her face and look straight into Ezekiel's eyes. "You really want your past? Forget Iman." hissed Yasmeen.
"And break another soul? I can't live with that anymore." fret Ezekiel.
"It can't be either way, you want something, there's always a price to pay." noun Yasmeen with no feelings in her tone.
"Have I hurt you so badly...way back in the past?" asked Ezekiel sorrowfully.
"Trust and loyalty is just like a matchstick, you light the match because you trust, but unknowingly right to the end of it, the match burns the finger. And now it comes back to taunt another soul...and I'm not going to let that happens again, not to my Iman." exclaimed Yasmeen.
"Please forgive me for our past." utters Ezekiel as he sank on his knees with tears in his eyes.
Yasmeen hide her tears as it is breaking her heart too, seeing her best friend plight, has flip to the wrong side of the fence. "Eze, but I don't think that will be wise, I do not want you to be clinging on to your past." said Yasmeen at last with her true self instill back inside her soul. "Please. Ezekiel, forget about your past, and move on to something new. Grab this second chance which is rare and it is such a great blessing for you to be gift with this second key." continues Yasmeen again. "Just be truthful about yourself. Tell Iman, who exactly you are."
"We were so in love, once upon a time.." trails Ezekiel.
"That was in the past. We were both so young and foolish." said Yasmeen, but deep down denying the true details of her love sentiment for him is tearing her apart.
"What light would the candle beam, without a fire burning on it? What tune would a flute play, without the wind serenading it? What hope would this soul gain, without virtues faith illumining it? Those lines seems to be resounding in my head now and then. Yas...my truth past is coming closer to my mind, and I know, you are the one that has never given up on me. " utters Ezekiel as he begins to wept.
"Eze, look at me now. What hope and Light could I possibly be giving you?" asked Yasmeen tearfully much to Ezekiel's despair.
"Secret of soul, in searching for the infinite answer.Entwine with the world, be lost with the midst. Entwine with the Faith, be found among the dew. For dew brings calmness, quenching potion for the heedless soul. I've already got my courage here, and I'm not letting it go, ever again." state Ezekiel solemnly.
"Just tell her the truth on your part, because if my sister is hurt, I don't think I can ever forgive you, Eze." utters Yasmeen remorsefully as she slowly wheels herself back into her room.
“Good morning Iman, I shall be away to town in a while. Need to get some supplies for my writings. There’s some frozen lasagna in my fridge so I’m sure you know what to do with that…big smiles and love. Zee” Iman chuckles, as she took that note and paste it back on the fridge door with the tiny burger magnetic tag to secure it. Making herself an instant coffee, that goes well with few pieces of butter cookies as she make herself comfy on the couch while reading some of Zee’s latest works of poems.
As she was immersing herself with Zee’s note, suddenly the front door was unlocked and opened. There stood a middle age but very attractive looking lady entering inside Zee’s home. Iman, jumps out from her couch, with that lady looking more shocked and surprised than her own self.
“Who are you? And what the hell are you doing here in my home?” exclaimed the lady, as she dumps her luggage onto the coffee table with a loud bang.
“This is your home?” asked Iman curiously but, with doubt towards this lady’s claimed.
“Oh, he never told you that, his mum partly still own this house.” retort Eva sarcastically.
“His home? Who’s he?” asked Iman, feeling more confused.
“Oh! Yeah, I’ve forgotten. That good for nothing son of mine, has actually used up my late husband wealth to do the most stupidest thing ever.” snapped Eva.
“But your daughter is awesome.” utters Iman earnestly.
“Daughter? What daughter? I do not own any daughter here.” exclaimed Eva feeling annoyed. “Oh! Wait a minute, don’t tell me you have been fooled by him too?” asked Eva, with a sinister grin curving upon her lips.
“Please lady, I’m kind of lost here!” replies Iman. “Zee Ruth, aren’t she your daughter?” asked Iman, choking back her tears.
“Huh!!! Zee Ruth or Ezekiel Bukhari?” snapped Eva, enjoying here moment after seeing Iman’s almost breaks down. “See, that shit, can never be trusted. He uses his charms to fool people like my brainless husband and little girl like you.”
“Mum!!!” yelled Ezekiel furiously with tears of betrayal in his eyes.
“Oh! Look who’s back? So what now, Zee ?" asked his mum sarcastically with Iman looking more aloof and confused. "Is that how I should be addressing you now, Ezekiel?" snapped his mum again.
"You lied about yourself?" yelled Iman frantically.
"Iman, please I can explain to all this. Remember, I did want to tell you more about myself, but I just need to find the right time to amend all this." pleads Ezekiel, as he came closer towards her and held on to her hands.
"Get your hands of me!!!" cried Iman furiously.
"Iman, listen to me, please give me another chance." exclaimed Ezekiel.
"Just shut up!!!" cried Iman as she gave him a hard slap across his face. "You, Ezekiel, you are the one that had break my sister's heart time and again. You give her hope, but then you had cruelly crushed it, within seconds." utters Iman sorrowfully.
"Iman, I don't understand.." said Ezekiel.
"I've took a glance on her journal, while she was been hospitalized back in Madrid. It was her deary thing which she had really had been keeping close to her side, wherever she went. I saw your name...on it. Her hopes and dreams, about you....but then suddenly those notes just stop. You just disappear from her life!!! Me the idiot, thinking it will be the best idea, to have found Zee, hoping that Zee will figure out the way, in searching for Ezekiel, however...this is the best surprised I've ever done to myself." retort Iman. "Thank you for been honest..Ezekiel Bukhari." snapped Iman, as she run up towards Ezekiel's room and slammed shut the door.
"Iman." utters Ezekiel but he felt helpless. And then he turns to his mum "Have you not done enough damaged upon my life? You want this, all this....take it....take everything." state Ezekiel, as he threw the key of his home onto the coffee table."Thank you mum, for bearing with me...and for destroying my pride." said Ezekiel, as he left.
The coldness of the morning breeze does plays it infinite role, tormenting and infuriated his soul. Ezekiel carries on with his journey, bringing his steps, not knowing where to go and when to stop, His heart is bleeding grayish storm of turbulence anger and fear. With just his plain white tees and calf length pants on, no cash, mobile and whatever kind of sort. Looking at his watch it was almost half past ten. Burning with enormous guilt and sins towards Iman..and Yasmeen, he felt his time is already dead...he's dead, nothing good comes out from him in one way or the other. And without second thought, he took off his watch and threw it among the wild bushes, which seems to out grown itself upon the dried ground.
"Worn out paper, no tales to conscript. For my story has been narrates as such. A loner spirit, that's all I could tell, a broken soul with a depleted heart." cried Ezekiel's mind as suddenly he stopped and sank upon the rough sandy ground as he begins to wept tearfully. "Dad...dad!!!" he whispered and cried in silent.
"No." whispered Marish in distress. "Ashlan!!!"
Aden move himself away, as he let the Beast fall sprawling onto the floor bleeding extensively. With trembling soul of a breaking heart, Marish amble closer towards the Beast as she sat on the floor, with his head lay rested upon her chest. "I can't loose you yet again. Ashlan, you are my true love." and with those words spoken, Dhaleya gave a loud shrieking moan. Some tickling sensation came upon the side pocket of Marish pants. Marish took out the tiny glass lid bottle with the pink rose in it. Much to her surprised, the rose blooms significantly as though a new sign of hope alluring upon them. Dhaleya deafening screams, begins to chill them all, as Dhaleya begins to froze into a huge block of rough edges ice. However, much to Marish enlightened moment, the Beast begins to change it's form too. All gone the scales, perforated hair, the fangs, the Beast has finally been over taken by his real being, of Ashlan.
"Oh! God....Ashlan." cried Marish in between her sob. Ashlan took Marish in his arms and embrace her with all his might, concealing his tears from falling onto his face.
"How sweet this reunion are Brother. But still Kherash only needs a King, and that's got to be me." exclaimed Aden, as he leaps with his sword, wanting to end Ashlan's soul once and for all. Pushing Marish away from him, however he had cunningly took Luth's sword and hid it by his side, until Aden came upon him in such a good angle, that's where Ashlan had cleverly drew his hidden sword out and piece the weapon, right through the center of Aden's losing fate. Aden falls dead on his lap with his eyes wide open. Ashlan shuts his eyes in despair, but justice need to be done, the tyrant got to be slain.
It took him a toll of courage for him, just to knock upon the door. Ezekiel waited for few moment, with anxious vibe playing in his soul. Aunt Zurah, opens the door to welcome him in. Ezekiel took few steps into her home, which look warm and serene. much to his soul comfort. Pacing along the corridor and there he saw one of his writing been frame and beautifully hang onto one of the corner on the wall. Suddenly he could sense a present of someone behind his back. He slowly turns and there she was sitting on her wheelchair but her eyes were staring profoundly towards him.
"Yas." he utters as he coming closer towards her.
"What are you doing here?" snapped Yasmeen.
"Yasmeen, please forgive me. But I belief my past have got to do with you." replies Ezekiel remorsefully.
"What are trying to play now Ezekiel Bukhari?" barked Yasmeen furiously.
"Yasmeen, I've amnesia....I can't recall anything much about my past. I know, deep down I won't turn myself to look like this, unless things were not on my side." state Ezekiel sadly as he unconsciously looks upon his 'chest'. "But I know there's still hope, after I've found this" said Ezekiel without a hitch, as he brings out the novel and carefully place it on her lap.
Taking the novel into her palms but with a carousel smile across her face as she slowly lifts up her face and look straight into Ezekiel's eyes. "You really want your past? Forget Iman." hissed Yasmeen.
"And break another soul? I can't live with that anymore." fret Ezekiel.
"It can't be either way, you want something, there's always a price to pay." noun Yasmeen with no feelings in her tone.
"Have I hurt you so badly...way back in the past?" asked Ezekiel sorrowfully.
"Please forgive me for our past." utters Ezekiel as he sank on his knees with tears in his eyes.
Yasmeen hide her tears as it is breaking her heart too, seeing her best friend plight, has flip to the wrong side of the fence. "Eze, but I don't think that will be wise, I do not want you to be clinging on to your past." said Yasmeen at last with her true self instill back inside her soul. "Please. Ezekiel, forget about your past, and move on to something new. Grab this second chance which is rare and it is such a great blessing for you to be gift with this second key." continues Yasmeen again. "Just be truthful about yourself. Tell Iman, who exactly you are."
"We were so in love, once upon a time.." trails Ezekiel.
"That was in the past. We were both so young and foolish." said Yasmeen, but deep down denying the true details of her love sentiment for him is tearing her apart.
"What light would the candle beam, without a fire burning on it? What tune would a flute play, without the wind serenading it? What hope would this soul gain, without virtues faith illumining it? Those lines seems to be resounding in my head now and then. Yas...my truth past is coming closer to my mind, and I know, you are the one that has never given up on me. " utters Ezekiel as he begins to wept.
"Eze, look at me now. What hope and Light could I possibly be giving you?" asked Yasmeen tearfully much to Ezekiel's despair.
"Secret of soul, in searching for the infinite answer.Entwine with the world, be lost with the midst. Entwine with the Faith, be found among the dew. For dew brings calmness, quenching potion for the heedless soul. I've already got my courage here, and I'm not letting it go, ever again." state Ezekiel solemnly.
"Just tell her the truth on your part, because if my sister is hurt, I don't think I can ever forgive you, Eze." utters Yasmeen remorsefully as she slowly wheels herself back into her room.
“Good morning Iman, I shall be away to town in a while. Need to get some supplies for my writings. There’s some frozen lasagna in my fridge so I’m sure you know what to do with that…big smiles and love. Zee” Iman chuckles, as she took that note and paste it back on the fridge door with the tiny burger magnetic tag to secure it. Making herself an instant coffee, that goes well with few pieces of butter cookies as she make herself comfy on the couch while reading some of Zee’s latest works of poems.
As she was immersing herself with Zee’s note, suddenly the front door was unlocked and opened. There stood a middle age but very attractive looking lady entering inside Zee’s home. Iman, jumps out from her couch, with that lady looking more shocked and surprised than her own self.
“Who are you? And what the hell are you doing here in my home?” exclaimed the lady, as she dumps her luggage onto the coffee table with a loud bang.
“This is your home?” asked Iman curiously but, with doubt towards this lady’s claimed.
“Oh, he never told you that, his mum partly still own this house.” retort Eva sarcastically.
“His home? Who’s he?” asked Iman, feeling more confused.
“Oh! Yeah, I’ve forgotten. That good for nothing son of mine, has actually used up my late husband wealth to do the most stupidest thing ever.” snapped Eva.
“But your daughter is awesome.” utters Iman earnestly.
“Daughter? What daughter? I do not own any daughter here.” exclaimed Eva feeling annoyed. “Oh! Wait a minute, don’t tell me you have been fooled by him too?” asked Eva, with a sinister grin curving upon her lips.
“Please lady, I’m kind of lost here!” replies Iman. “Zee Ruth, aren’t she your daughter?” asked Iman, choking back her tears.
“Huh!!! Zee Ruth or Ezekiel Bukhari?” snapped Eva, enjoying here moment after seeing Iman’s almost breaks down. “See, that shit, can never be trusted. He uses his charms to fool people like my brainless husband and little girl like you.”
“Mum!!!” yelled Ezekiel furiously with tears of betrayal in his eyes.
“Oh! Look who’s back? So what now, Zee ?" asked his mum sarcastically with Iman looking more aloof and confused. "Is that how I should be addressing you now, Ezekiel?" snapped his mum again.
"You lied about yourself?" yelled Iman frantically.
"Iman, please I can explain to all this. Remember, I did want to tell you more about myself, but I just need to find the right time to amend all this." pleads Ezekiel, as he came closer towards her and held on to her hands.
"Get your hands of me!!!" cried Iman furiously.
"Iman, listen to me, please give me another chance." exclaimed Ezekiel.
"Just shut up!!!" cried Iman as she gave him a hard slap across his face. "You, Ezekiel, you are the one that had break my sister's heart time and again. You give her hope, but then you had cruelly crushed it, within seconds." utters Iman sorrowfully.
"Iman, I don't understand.." said Ezekiel.
"I've took a glance on her journal, while she was been hospitalized back in Madrid. It was her deary thing which she had really had been keeping close to her side, wherever she went. I saw your name...on it. Her hopes and dreams, about you....but then suddenly those notes just stop. You just disappear from her life!!! Me the idiot, thinking it will be the best idea, to have found Zee, hoping that Zee will figure out the way, in searching for Ezekiel, however...this is the best surprised I've ever done to myself." retort Iman. "Thank you for been honest..Ezekiel Bukhari." snapped Iman, as she run up towards Ezekiel's room and slammed shut the door.
"Iman." utters Ezekiel but he felt helpless. And then he turns to his mum "Have you not done enough damaged upon my life? You want this, all this....take it....take everything." state Ezekiel, as he threw the key of his home onto the coffee table."Thank you mum, for bearing with me...and for destroying my pride." said Ezekiel, as he left.
The coldness of the morning breeze does plays it infinite role, tormenting and infuriated his soul. Ezekiel carries on with his journey, bringing his steps, not knowing where to go and when to stop, His heart is bleeding grayish storm of turbulence anger and fear. With just his plain white tees and calf length pants on, no cash, mobile and whatever kind of sort. Looking at his watch it was almost half past ten. Burning with enormous guilt and sins towards Iman..and Yasmeen, he felt his time is already dead...he's dead, nothing good comes out from him in one way or the other. And without second thought, he took off his watch and threw it among the wild bushes, which seems to out grown itself upon the dried ground.
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