Zjjan Master

She Offers

I have been living in my whole life, suffering on this trauma that I'd discovered incurable; only to stumble at someone who cares nothing on her surroundings at all. It's pained me that I'm not aware, and now I am the cause. I'm so powerless, born as useless, impairment.

Jaino, his feelings he has emoted silently, that such words won't materialize to his mind, but he seems this is what he currently feels. "What's our agreement again?" he has asked; whereas Criselia is still swirling, —swirl and swirl archly— until she leans her back on behind him.

She holds both of her upper arms and her eyes are sadly gazing down at the wide island. "Jaino, you're still a child. Averting to face reality isn't an escape to this life. I've been witness too much cruelty more than a thousand times; but cowardice can't kill realism yet can elapsed time. Don't think being powerless is the cause of your handicap. You still have your mind. You know your enemies. Envy that others have what you don't, doesn't mean achieving your objective is impossible. And now, you have me, and I'll support you. I'm your protector. But, I'll seriously doom everything if you won't comply at your role."

"Wow, such wondrous words from someone who has harvested the lives of the innocent." He gulps, his chest is heavy by frigid grievous feelings.

"It won't be me, if I'll just warn you using words." She distances herself while she expresses in front to Jaino, all of this words, "So be with yourself. If you still don't have ambition, then why not accomplish my impulse. We'll venture to anywhere, gather the strong one, and commence the ritual that hindering us from fulfilling my urge. After resolving, you are then free, with a new life, freshly that can't be knocked down by storm. Of course, I'll train you so you're comfortable with my spirits. Some of them are quite difficult to handle. I won't aid you physically but, I'll orient you on handling some of my spirits that I could lean for you. You will learn the uniquity on each norim that I have discovered, and how to deal on such strength so overwhelming. You'll explore many things, uncover many mysteries that I'm not interested; since, pain made you carefully think and be matured in thoughts. Many benefits you could abuse. I have talent for profits; yet, such materials I've never needed; however, maybe, for future deficien—"

"Don't underestimate me!" His blood is persistently circulating, anger for such pride of him he has felt ill-treated.

"I'm not treating you as a slave; but since, we agree that I'll become your support, I'm eager to help you stand to what you are afraid of. Become a good example to those powerless."

"You could say such a thing, when you have just terminated the lives of the innocent? How absurd…"

"In my view as an assassin, I won't say any, so I couldn't against at your idealism. Choose well, among at the possible two options, there won't be any, even if you think relentlessly."


He tries to settle himself —breathe in and exhale— as finally he becomes tranquil. "At least, let me here your story."

The lady finally smiles, pleasingly, wide arms open, she feels the heavy air hissing while passing through her body. "I wonder where I should start…"

Commons in the same level share

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reaction, and observation