The Iron Maiden

The Iron Maiden

An Olden Prophesy. A Forbidden Love. An Ancient Tale.

Come, dive into this madness.

Prologue: A Tale before a Story

Prologue: A Tale before a Story

In a time long forgotten, when the world was still young, where the sons of god walked on the same ground as the sons of men, peace ensued the land and all lived in equal bliss.

The land was fertile; the waters, abundant of life. Work was no work and life was lived in complete harmony, a paradise.

Time moved its course and the sons of god saw the beauty of mortal women. And thus, they married the daughters of men. The union of which had brought offsprings, creatures known as Nephilims. Half god, half human, the Nephilims became the first rulers of the human civilization.

As a gift, their fathers gave them the knowledge between right and wrong. It was to aid them in proper governance of the arising realm of might and prosperity, a new heaven on Earth.

But that did not happen.

Hope as the gods may, the outcome was far from what could have been ideal.

This intellect has fueled the Nephilims’ egos. As half-gods, elite beings, named rulers who shall inherit the Earth, they deemed themselves invincible, superior to all other beings. They started to crave for more—as if paradise wasn’t enough.

The Nephilims’ desire blossomed to what soon became greed. Some pursued more strength; some, more wealth; some, delved into more knowledge; and some, more conquest, more people, more land under their command.

The idea of arising atop the top has driven their insatiability further. It has become a competition. A battle to superiority. As virtue was set aside, sin was born.

Life has never been the same anymore.

Doubt emerged between the Nephilims. Families were broken and trust became scarce. The whole was split in to parts, and thus, the earth was divided.

Hierarchies were ordained as proof of one’s worth and so, four kingdoms were built.

To the North lies the House of the Black Tortoise, known for their alchemy; to the south, the House of the Red Phoenix, known for their visions; to the west, the House of the White Tiger, known for their brute strength; and to the east, the Blue Serpent, known for their sagacious wisdom.

But even with their territorial allocations, they had yearned for more. Their greed did not stop. The once peaceful realm turned sour. Brothers turned against brothers, kingdoms against kingdoms. War plagued the land. And the sons of god who were only allowed to live in perfection started to fade—to return to where they originally came from—for they were creatures who cannot thrive in human sin.

But before the last son of god disappeared, in his deep anguish at the destructive path their children chose to tread on, he wished for the annihilation of his and his brothers’ mistake—to put everything to an end. And thus, he had summoned a humongous golden serpent to punish the living, the Drakon.

The Drakon wreaked more havoc than anyone could have ever imagined. It breathed seething fire from its mouth and destroyed villages it came close to. It devoured countless people and sowed dread to all who witnessed the sorrowful remains of its conquest. It showed no mercy wherever it went. Only rubbles and ashes were left where it ravaged. It was unstoppable as it was fearless.

Many had tried to slay the beast, but none had returned with an intact head to tell the tale. It was too powerful to kill. Not one amongst them could stop the fearsome fiend.

To add to their miseries, the once fertile soil turned barren as it shared its Lords’ lament and famine struck their lands. Crops could not grow and starvation filled their stomachs. Death became a common guest in any household.

And everywhere, life was filled with chaos.

Understanding that humanity is at the brink of demise if they continue their fights, the wars among the Houses halted. The Houses of the White Tiger and the Red Phoenix allied with each other, while, the House of the Black Tortoise swore allegiance to the House of the Blue Serpent; thus, initiating a period of momentary amity throughout the land.

The unity of the Houses has tapered the gods’ wrath but the fact remains that the Drakon was still on the loose. Even in the accord of their efforts, it cannot be captured, much more was it to be slayed. Their conquests had always been futile.

So the elders of each House convened and decided to ask for divine intervention. The greatest and oldest seer was called and with all his powers—and in his last breath—prophesized the answer to their woes.

An offspring bearing the blood of the four great Houses shall cleanse the world of its impurity and end the Ancient’s misery.

I

I

She knew she shouldn’t have gone there. But her curiosity was killing her, so much so that when she had heard of the rumor that the dreadful Drakon was spotted flying near their camp, she quickly donned a black cloak to blend into the night. Armed with a sheathed dagger at hand, she had stealthily snuck out of their camp, with the sole purpose of having a closer glimpse of the fearsome creature.

Her lithe limbs ran into the nearby forest. She nimbly ran through the woods, dodging branches and leaves, moving with the wind, barely making any sound. As the forest got thicker, her movements slowed down. The depth of the forest to

which she is currently in hyped up her senses. She was soon halted by the sound of cracking bones nearby. She swiftly hid behind a nearby tree as she glanced up at the serpentine she has come for. She had found the fiend busily feasting on a wild horse—or what looked like it was—in a meadow a few kilometers from their campsite.

The titanic serpent was bigger than any structure she had ever seen before. The tall hundred-aged trees seemed like tiny wooden poles compared to its built, even if it was already crouched to the ground. Its body was thoroughly covered by golden scales and its claws looked so sharp, the reflection from the moonlight is blinding. And its mustard-hued wings were as of a bat’s, though currently folded, it looked strong enough to lift the humongous creature off the ground and take flight in seconds.

She marveled at the Drakon’s form. It is as the rumors say—colossal and fearsome.

When the meal was consumed, it spread its wings—ready to take flight. And she, too, was ready to leave, satisfied that she had amused her ego. As she was to take a step back, the Drakon suddenly halted its launch. It sniffed through the night air— its nostrils flaring wide, as if searching for a certain scent.

It turned its head towards her direction.

And the next thing she knew, she was looking straight into a pair of large round blue eyes which were glowering over her. The circular pupils became slits and its bluish hue turned purple as it met her own hazel ones. She could have run but her feet seemed to have been planted on the ground. Amidst the danger, she didn’t know why, but she felt calm.

In all rationality, shouldn’t the Drakon be consuming her now? Breaking her bones into tiny little pieces? After all, nobody had come close to the Drakon and had lived to tell the tale. So why is she still alive? Why is she still breathing? Something is amiss and the questions flowed freely in her mind.

They stared at each other for what seemed like eons, sizing each other up, feeling each other’s stillness; when a sudden loud voice came from behind her.

“TAEYEON! RUN!”

Both the girl and the Drakon were startled by the unexpected shout. She backpedaled, but she had accidentally stepped on her long cloak and that had caused her to fall on her back instead. The young man, the owner of the voice, lunged forward, and with a silver sword he had tightly held with both hands, he

grazed the Drakon’s mandible. The monster roared and hurriedly flapped its wings, creating a whirlwind as it hovered off the ground, and flew away.

The man ran towards the stupefied girl as swift as he can, knelt to her level, and pulled her into a tight embrace, his bloodied sword thrown to the ground. “Are you hurt?” He gripped her shoulders and slightly pushed her forward, inspecting any injuries she might have gotten.

The girl called Taeyeon shook her head. She blinked a few times—still dazed at what had just transpired.

“What have you been thinking? Going out alone?! Are you insane? That was the Drakon! It could have killed you! You could have died!” The man lashed out.

“But it didn’t… I didn’t.” A broad smile painted her face. “I didn’t! I didn’t!” Taeyeon’s eyes twinkled at the realization.

“But you could have! What would I tell mother and father if you did, you spoiled little brat! And you’re barely even fifteen! You’re too young to die!” He smacked his forehead in annoyance. “I knew it! I shouldn’t have allowed you to go with me in this hunting trip!”

“I just…I wanted to see the Drakon for myself, so I went on my own.” She yelled in defense, a pout forming on her lips. “I didn’t get killed and you even managed to stab it. So there’s no real harm, is there? And…and…” A cheeky smirk was now on her small face. “You’re so brave! You stabbed the Drakon! My brother is fearless!” She flailed her hand upwards, too delighted at her brother’s feat.

The man sighed. “Titania Aeon, I swear, you would be the death of me.”

She huffed. “Aw, and I swear, for an older brother, you sure are a worrywart, Jiwoong. Err, should I start calling you Prince Jivulus Wulfang instead? Since you’re too happy using our long names and all.” She pushed herself up and dusted the dirt off her cloak.

Jiwoong couldn’t hide the upward curving at the ends of his lips. Even in dire situations, Taeyeon is an expert in tugging his heartstrings. He couldn’t stay mad— no, he could never ever get mad—at Taeyeon. “Remind me again why I tolerate you, little princess?” He stood up and brushed the stray grass off his knees.

“Hmm. Because I’m your little sister. And you love me, dear brother. Hihihi.”

Their conversation was rendered to a pause when two men in thick pelt armors came, lighted torches and swords on their hands.

“Young Prince, young lady, were you hurt?” One of them ran to his side.

“We saw the Drakon flew in the sky a moment ago. What happened?” The other was now at Taeyeon’s side.

“Nothing. Nothing happened. Not a word of this to anyone, you hear me?” The prince commanded.

Jiwoong had always been protective of Taeyeon. He knew she was going to be in great trouble if their father finds out what she did. It was a known mandate that all purebloods, Nephilims who only marry their kind, should stay away from danger for they were the only ones capable of fulfilling the prophecy—whether they were the chosen Lamb or not. And what Taeyeon did was more than enough to make their father confine her somewhere where the lights won’t even graze her. It was a treason punishable by a hundred year’s imprisonment.

And Jiwoong would never let that happen. He couldn’t. Never. Taeyeon might have been younger by ten human years than him but he loves her more than anything. Probably, even more than himself that he can lie even to his own King.

“As you wish, Your Grace.” The men bowed and answered in unison.

“Leave us. My sister and I need to talk.” He ordered and the men left.

Taeyeon looked up to him. “Am I going to be in trouble?” Her eyelashes batted as she bit her lower lip, her hands at her back.

Jiwoong stood straight and this was one of those moments when her brother looked so regal that Taeyeon knew she had to behave well in his princely presence.

“You’ve always been a troublemaker, Taeyeon.” He laid a hand over her head. “And you know that I’ll always support you.” A gentle smile crept on his face. “Maybe not your antics, but you. Always you, dear sister. I would never ever let anything or anyone hurt you. You know that, right?”

Taeyeon bobbed her head slowly—letting his words sink in her heart.

A sigh. “You know why I went to this hunting trip and why I allowed you to go with me, right?”

“Mm.” She glanced down, not able to meet his eyes. “For your combat practice. And…because you’re going away."

A deep exhalation came from Jiwoong. He lessened their distance and cupped her cheeks in his palms.

“Taeyeon, listen carefully.” His eyes completely on hers. “I am Prince Jivulus Wulfang, first born prince from the House of the Blue Serpent and the House of the Black Tortoise—a pureblood chosen to be the next Lamb. You know what that means, right?” He tilted his head, asking his sister’s understanding.

Taeyeon silently nodded to which Jiwoong smiled gratefully. She perfectly knew what he is. The sacrificial Lamb, his only brother, the chosen pureblood to carry the duty to father the next candidate that might fulfill the prophesy their ancestors had painstakingly labored to come into fruition. It was his mandated destiny. And because of that, it was a given that he had to leave his own House, his beloved sister, his little Taeyeon, to acquaint himself with his soon-to-be bride’s House.

“How long will you be gone?” The sadness was evident in her tone.

“She’s the same age as you or so, as I’ve heard. So, three years. Until she reaches eighteen human years and is able to carry our child.” He pulled her into another snug hug. “She’ll come to our palace in exchange of me going into hers. We haven’t met yet but I hope she’ll be nice to you.” A pause. “Will you be kind to her…for me?”

“Ung.” Her head bobbed as she gradually buries it into his chest.

“Promise?” He whispered in her ear.

“Promise.”

“Also, will you keep yourself safe? Maybe until after I get back?” Jiwoong smirked, knowing completely well that asking Taeyeon to withhold her antics would be a very difficult task.

“Uhm.”

“Taeyeon.”

“Okay.”

“If you keep the end of the bargain, I promise to grant you one wish when I come back. I’ll do it, whatever it is. You know me.”

“Even if I ask you to do the butt dance in public?” Her eyes glimmered. “Naked?”

“Aahahahaha. Anything but that.” He gave a swift rub over her head, rustling her black hair. “You have my word, little sister. But you have to do what I ask first.”

Taeyeon met her brother’s loving gaze. “Then, uhm, be nice to sister-to-be, keep safe, and then, one wish when you get back.” She enumerated what she needed to do with her fingers. “Okay, done deal.” And she took his pinkie finger and interlaced it with hers, sealing the sibling contract they just made.

“Good. Now, let’s go back to the camp. We need some sleep. Tomorrow, we go back and then, I shall start my journey to the House of the White Tiger.”

And together they walked hand in hand towards a night of rest.

All Minea wanted was to rest her throbbing head on a soft cushion and sleep, maybe for an eternity if she can, but a night would suffice, for now. This is why, after she had given her courteous greetings to her parents-to-be, the King and Queen of the House of the Blue Serpent and their royal chancellors, she had scurried to her given chamber as fast as she could. Rest was at hand, but the hasty vociferous arrival of a petite black-haired girl woke her drowsy mind which temporarily forbade her to continue, making her settle and sit up to the side of her bed instead.

“Princess Titania, Princess Minea needs to rest. I’m sorry. You can’t—“. A female servant was cut off as she attempted to stop the visitor from entering.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be quick. I just wanted to give her this.” She smiled broadly and showed the female attendant a tray in her hands, a plate of sweet breads and a glass of milk on it.

“I am awake.” Minea gently said as she stood up and slipped her feet on her leather sandals. A quick glance was given to the girl by the door.

The guest was clad in a floor-length dark blue cloth wrapped around her body with her ivory shoulders and slender arms to show, a long silver cord tied around her thin waist, and two turquoise serpent brooches on each of her shoulders to fasten the said linen to her body. A blue diamond metal band adorned her head as her long braided raven black hair dangled on the right of her shoulder, and a gold plated armlet bearing the crest of the Black Tortoise and Blue Serpent was on her left arm—signifying her status in society.

‘Royalty.’Minea thought. The soft edges of her red nightgown brushed the carpeted ground as she strode towards the girl.

“Hi.” The girl casually greeted Minea.

“To whom do I owe the honor of this visit?” Minea, in a stoic expression and straight back, asked gracefully.

“Oh, oh! I’m sorry. Where are my manners?” She hastily gave the tray to the attendant, stepped forward to face Minea and slightly bowed her head.

“I am Princess Titania Aeon, daughter of King Offa IX and Queen Esther of the House of the Blue Serpent and younger sister of your soon-to-be husband, Jiwoo— errr…Prince Jivulus. But you can call me Taeyeon since you’ll be my sister too, so we don’t really need to be so formal towards each other, right?” Taeyeon leaned forward, a hand on the side of her mouth to say her next words in a whisper. “And…I’m not exactly fond of my long name, too long to say. So, Taeyeon is good. Ahahaha.” She straightened up and rubbed the back of her head as she chuckled heartily.

“Princess Minea Youngkai from the House of the White Tiger and the Red Phoenix.” She replied. “It’s an honor to finally meet you, princess.” She courteously bowed.

“Oh, Miyoung then?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Miyoung. Your name. Minea Youngkai is such a long name. Pretty. But long.” Taeyeon smiled at her. “I’ll call you Miyoung then! Hihihihi. Here, have these. Sweet breads and milk as your midnight snack.” She took the tray from the servant girl and handed it to Miyoung. A plate of sweet bread and a glass of warm milk (which she secretly took from the royal kitchen after succeeding in her catch-meif-you-can game against her Magi tutor). “I’ll go now. Have a good rest, Miyoung. See you tomorrow.” And with a slight bow and wave of her hand, she left the room.

Miyoung watched her leave, not uttering a response. When the cheerful princess was gone, she then placed the tray on a table—looking at the food she knew she wouldn’t eat.

‘Titania Aeon. I guess, I need more walls to protect me.’ And she rested her tired body in her new prison.

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“I swear she’s just like her!” Taeyeon energetically stormed in her cousin’s room that night—plopping her body on the other’s bed and hugging the sleeping girl’s back.

Yuri or Princess Yulhi-sierra Riso is Taeyeon’s cousin, the daughter of her father’s younger sister, a pureblood from the Serpent’s marriage to the Phoenix, and also, her closest confidante in the entire kingdom. After the fading of her parents when she was three years old, Yuri decided to stay under the roof of her Uncle, King Offa IX. And since then, she and Taeyeon had been the best of friends. They shared common interests (especially with their childish pranks) and as they were born on the same lunar year, it was easier for them to get along with each other. The both of them were educated together and had lived with each other ever since her stay in the House of the Blue Serpent.

Yuri woke up with the familiar hands wrapped around her waist. She knew that Taeyeon usually comes to her room when she’s bothered. So Yuri faced her cousin and rubbed her sleepy eyes to ready herself of what Taeyeon’s case is for the night.

“Who is ‘she’ and who is ‘her’?” Yuri covered her mouth as a loud yawn escaped it.

“Jiwoong’s soon-to-be bride. She’s like Jessica.”

Yuri raised an eyebrow. “Princess Minea Youngkai?”

“Yeah. And I call her Miyoung. Minea Youngkai is too tiresome to say.” Taeyeon side-faced her cousin, her head propped on her left hand.

“You do know that she’s my cousin too, right? Her mother is the younger sister of my father who is a prince in the House of the Red Phoenix. I’ve only met her once though.”

“Yeah. But she’s nothing like you. I thought she’d be like you. I mean, since you shared the same House and all. But you’re friendly. And she’s…uhm. She’s like Jessica.”

“What about Jessica?” Another yawn was stifled with her hand. “She’s your cousin, too. From the House of the Black Tortoise, right?”

Taeyeon briefly nodded as an epiphany hit her. “Hmmm. So that’s why.” She laid her head on the pillow and stared at the ceiling, her hands on her chest. “That explained a lot.”

“Taeyeon, I swear if you don’t get to the point, I will hide all your sweet breads for a week. You woke me up in the middle of the night and then, talk in riddles.” Yuri’s eyes were squinted as she threw deathly glares towards the smaller girl.

“Not my sweet breads!” Taeyeon glared back. “Hmm. Okay, okay.” She gave a quick side-glance at Yuri. “I think, I pre-judged her. I clustered her with you because you’re from the same House. But I forgot that she also came from the White Tiger’s, her father’s kingdom. And Jessica came from the White Tiger’s too. They’re both…uhm…too polite…and icy.”

“And incredibly pretty. Talented, too.” Yuri smirked, earning a playful hit on her shoulder. “And what about it?”

“Well, I’ve just realized, people are complicated beings. I’m starting to feel sorry because of my prejudice.”

“Of course, we are. It wouldn’t be fun if we aren’t.” Yuri shifted and stared at the ceiling as well. “You sometimes think that you can label people with their given category. Family. Ability. Status. You can name all classifications you want. But the truth is, it’s not enough to actually understand the depth of a person’s heart.

You can’t expect to know someone just because they’re in the same mold as you. Just look at us.”

Taeyeon smirked—knowing what Yuri was trying to say. It was true that the both of them are quite the odd ones in their Household. Many had said that even though Taeyeon is a royalty, she acts more carefree than the other members of the royal family.

“More versatile than a Tortoise, more graceful than a Phoenix, wiser than a Serpent; but also, stealthier than a Tiger.” Taeyeon closed her eyes. “Yet we are only children of two Houses.”

“Yes. Many expect us to conform to the category our Houses gave. But nothing can really bind us to the being that we become except for ourselves. Not blood. Not our lineage. Our family and circumstances may create the avenues on how we grow, on how we change. They will tell us to be who they want us to be. But…it is always our choice. How we respond determines what kind of person we develop to be. It’s a process…called life.”

“Just like iron tempered in fire.” Taeyeon grinned. ‘Some become knives for cooking; some, swords for killing; and some, blades for saving lives. We become what we choose to be. And it was wrong of me to think Miyoung would accept me

with open arms just because she’s from the same House as Yuri’s or because she’s my brother’s soon-to-be wife. I guess I have to earn the friendship—prove that I’m a good person.’

“Ugh, what are you—?”

“What? You think you’re the only wise one here? I’m a Princess from the House of the Blue Serpent. I had to say something clever sounding! You’re hurting my pri— .“

Yuri covered Taeyeon’s face with a pillow. “You butt.”

“Ummfff. Get…off…me.” Taeyeon tried to pry herself out of Yuri’s pillow. And when she did, she ran towards the door.

“I don’t care whether she acts like a Tiger or a Phoenix or a bloody Jessica incarnate. I promised Jiwoong I’ll be good to her. And I swear, by the time brother comes home, Miyoung will love me more than him!” Taeyeon shouted and left the room.

Yuri lay on her bed, an arm over her forehead. When she remembered something she should have told Taeyeon. ‘Oh well, whether Taeyeon knows or not, having Jessica here would be fun anyway.’ And she took back her stolen slumber.

Jeshkaria Canaa was not known as the ‘ice princess’ for nothing. The moment she got out of her carriage, all servants, lined up facing each other, bowed in fear of the royalty. It was known throughout the Kingdoms that she, though young in age, is not someone to be trifled with. Her extensive knowledge in Alchemy and her divine beauty can make anyone grovel at her feet in awe. But her bipolar nature and her usual cold affront to people are more than enough to make anyone be wary of her. After all, no one wants to be on her bad side. And the fact that she, too, is a pureblood from the House of the White Tiger and the Black Tortoise, is something that puts everyone in their best behavior in her presence.

She stood straight—her eagle eyes scanned her surroundings. The hundred-steps that she used to trudge on to enter the palace were still as spic and span (and long and tiring) as she reckoned. The metal cauldrons of flames were still burning at each of its sides like it had never been extinguished before, thus lighting the pathway for those who shall enter. The huge pearly white columns serving as posts to the astronomical dome-like roof, with green vines slithering on its built, and the

large turquoise snake symbol stitched on the flags were still as majestic as what she had pictured it to be.

It was Taeyeon’s fifth birthday and engagement to her older cousin, Prince Maximus, when she had last set foot in the House of the Blue Serpent. Its grandeur had not faded even with time. And inwardly, she was happy that the arena she’ll now dive in held some good childhood memories to remember.

Her silent musing was rendered to a pause when an old manservant came forward; his head still bowed, as he addressed the young princess, “Welcome, Princess Jeshkaria, the Queen had made sure your chamber is ready before your arrival. Would you like to—?”

“Take me to Princess Minea.” She briefly ordered, not wanting to waste any moment.

“As you wish, Your Highness.”

The walk to Princess Minea’s was quick. With the passing of time, she thought, her legs must have grown longer that the lengthy hallways, decorated in blue diamond pillars and evergreen vines, she used to take were now nothing more than a few

hundred steps. Her entrance was announced and she was ushered to the balcony where Princess Minea was having her dinner.

Minea stood up when she saw her cousin entering the premises. “Leave us.” A stern command was given to her servants to which they keenly obliged. And when they had all gone, she swiftly engulfed her cousin into a tight embrace.

Minea’s head rested on Jeshkaria’s shoulder. “Thank you for coming.”

“You know I’d do anything for you, Miyoung.” A small grin was forming on her lips.

“Miyoung?” She pushed herself from the embrace and looked at her cousin’s face—confused at the name she was addressed with.

“Mmm.”Jeshkaria nodded. “You’ve met Taeyeon. I’ve heard.” She paced towards a nearby chair and sat, her legs crossing, one over the other. “That child likes to name people. She’s out of the norm, really. And I think, ‘Miyoung’ suits you, too. Easier to say. Why didn’t I think of that before?” A sly smirk was painted on her face as she rested her hands on her knees. “The birds told me about her latest conquest…which in the past few weeks, as I’ve heard, mostly included you in the

picture.” She took a glass on the side table and motioned Miyoung to pour her wine which the latter gladly obliged.

“I see you have not changed at all. Business first, as usual.” Miyoung beamed. “Your connections are still intact, Jessica. News is not news to you.”

“That’s my charm working, dear cousin.” She winked at Miyoung and delicately sipped the grape wine, savoring the taste of the aged liquor to which the Blue Serpent was deemed famous for. “That’s also one of the reasons why you need me, right?” A knowing smile was on her lips. “After all, knowledge is power and we are beings who strive for both.”

Miyoung nodded. She knew she couldn’t hide much from her own cousin, the only one she counted on. “I want your back against mine, you know that.”

“And that, I shall give willingly. Especially to you. You know that.” She exhaled loudly. “You have no idea how Uncle, your father, almost blew his kettle when I asked permission to join you here. I had to use my prowess to coax him into agreeing. That sly coward old man.” She rolled her eyes. “He knew that I only stayed there because of you. And now that you’re not there—“

Jessica didn’t continue the blasphemy. After all, it was a known fact between them that King Leonidas IX had only used her for his own personal gain. He was the previous Lamb from the House of the White Tiger who married Princess Ehlizabeth from the House of the Red Phoenix. The marriage solidified the alliance between these two Houses which was the sole reason why he had agreed to the matrimony. He wanted power, more of it.

Unfortunately to him, the union only brought forth one offspring, Minea—a daughter, much to his disappointment—for Ehlizabeth died soon after giving birth. It was rumored that she died of a heavy heart, rather than the hard labor of childbirth. Though to this day, no one had come to refute it. Probably, no one had the guts to. King Leonidas had seen to it.

Minea had spent most of her childhood days locked in a room when she was in her father’s household. Her father would not even visit her, or even ask for her presence at all. And thus, she grew as a secluded child.

Magi tutors would come and teach her all she has to know—royal etiquette and most importantly, her role as the next Lamb. She was nine when Jeshkaria was introduced to her. Their first meeting was the second time she had seen her father, as far as she can remember, since she had been born. Jeshkaria was said to be a genius amongst the scholars and Minea would be privileged to have her by her side. But truth be told, it was her father’s way of acquiring the talented girl’s

services into his House. Albeit the cunning purpose, Minea had found the arrangement to be quite pleasing. Jeshkaria had proven to be a great comfort and friend to her that the name ‘Jessica’—a nickname the talented girl had gotten from a good friend in another House—was shared to her as well.

“So…how have you been?” Jessica tried to change the gloomy subject.

“Never been better.” Miyoung plopped herself on another couch, not minding the unfinished meal she was having or the slouched posture she has. In Jessica’s presence, she is as honest as she can be.

“What a vivid response you have there.” She chuckled. “And what about Taeyeon?”

“What about her?” An eyebrow was raised.

“I heard she’s been giving you gifts every morning since you came, wanting to be your friend.”

“Sweet breads and a glass of milk every day.” She rolled her eyes, her head on the couch’s rest.

“And you have not warmed up to her?”

“She’s the sister of my husband-to-be. How am I supposed to warm up to—”

“She can be your ally.” Jessica interrupted. “OUR ally. She’s a friend of mine. And I trust her.”

Miyoung was about to respond when the sound of falling pots made them turn their heads to the source of the interruption. Two girls, one of whom Miyoung could make out to be Taeyeon and the other, a taller girl with tanned skin, came rushing in.

“Jessica!” Taeyeon ran, not minding the scattered pots at the entrance, and took Jessica in a warm hug, straddling her as she was still seated in the chair.

“Umf! Yah!” Jessica flailed her hands in surprise as her personal space was invaded.

“Taeyeon! You’re strangling her. Get off. My turn! I want some hug, too!” The taller girl dashed and when Taeyeon didn’t move an inch away, she opted to just hug the two with her long arms while slumping her whole body on them. “I missed you!”

“Yah! Taeyeon! Yuri! Get off me! Now! N. O. W. Right NOW!” Jessica shrieked beneath them.

“Nooo!” Taeyeon nuzzled her head onto Jessica’s full chest as Yuri shook her head on the other side.

“I SWEAR. IF YOU TWO DON’T GET UP, YOU WILL REGRET IT!”

Yuri and Taeyeon’s heads jolted up and they looked at each other. A synchronized gulp passed down their throats. The JESSICA is getting angry. And nobody wants an angry Jessica. They quickly got off her and stood in front of her, heads bowed down and hands on their backs.

“But... we just missed you.” They said collectively.

“Yeah. You don’t visit often.” Taeyeon said with a jutted lower lip, her head still down but her eyes were trying to take a sneak peek of Jessica’s expression—trying to see if she had already calmed down.

“And your letters became fewer after you told me you were coming; I thought something bad had happened.” Yuri added in an almost whisper-like voice, her eyes cast down on her feet.

“YOU KNEW SHE WAS COMING?” Taeyeon gasped, facing Yuri with an obviously unbelieving expression. “And you didn’t even tell me? I feel…I feel… Oh, the betrayal!” She sprawled on the ground.

Jessica crossed her arms and was about to reprimand the childishness of these two when she heard something she hadn’t heard for the longest time. Scratch that. No. She hadn’t heard anything like it before…not from this person. Ever.

“Ahahahahaha!”

Taeyeon turned her head towards the unexpected source of the hearty laughter. It was Miyoung. She witnessed how Miyoung had tried to stifle her overwhelming emotions by biting her lower lip. But of course, as hard as she had tried, she was doomed to fail. Her hands soon clapped as she also swayed back and forth, and her eyes—oh, where did her eyes go?—curved into perfect rainbows. It was only a moment later that the bright atmosphere dimmed, chuckles turned to silent titters, as she saw Taeyeon’s eyes on her.

It was the first time that Taeyeon had seen such beauty. It was as though nature has unleashed a mob of colorful butterflies into the room. She was in deep awe that she hasn’t noticed her mouth had gaped while gazing at the other girl’s face. It was as if time stopped. And only Miyoung was the only one there—existing, living.

“Oh, please. Wipe your drool, Taeyeon. You’re not a baby for crying out loud.” Jessica’s words woke Taeyeon’s momentary daydream.

Taeyeon was going to retort when a manservant came in.

“Your Royal Highness Princess Titania Aeon, Your Grace Lady Minea Youngkai, Lady Jeshkaria Canaa and Lady Yulhi-sierra Riso.” He bowed. “Your Majesty the Queen had advised the Royal Magi to conduct the royal education with all four of

Your Highnesses in one class. I have come to fetch your highnesses as well, for they have come to start with the lessons.”

All eyes were on the man before Taeyeon stood up, straightening her stature, befitting a princess.

“Uhm…yeah. We’re coming.”

Minea understood the hierarchy of human’s nature. The frail bows down to the strong. The powerful rules over the weak. And for these puny beings to survive, they had to cling to one another to become stronger. This is how Kingdoms were born. This is how her family had lived for centuries. And this is why she knew that everyone has their own share of hidden schemes to benefit from another. People use each other to co-exist. It was the norm. It was the law of survival. And she was made to believe that each action given is only collateral for the future. Nothing else. For nothing is free.

Nothing is ever free. Not even her own life.

So it irked her more that she could not decipher what Princess Titania really wanted from her. Those breads, those cups of milk. Every day, Titania would come to her chamber and she will amiably try to strike a conversation.

Minea would tolerate the annoyance only because she is the birth Princess of the House. She would give brief answers to her silly questions of ‘how she was’ or ‘what she ate for dinner’. She would even courteously allow her to stay while she studies her books when she pleaded to—promising that she wouldn’t disturb Minea and will just watch at the far corner.

It bothered her that she could not comprehend the root of Titania’s actions. The serene smile and the glimmer of joy in her eyes. It puzzled her. She cannot fathom what good these actions or these small talks would profit her.

What could she possibly get from Minea that she would go the extra mile to get close to her?

Both are royalties. Both are purebloods. They are equals in society. And there is no need for them to pretend to like each other.

So why would she?

She shook her head, trying to divert her attention to the activity at hand. But she couldn’t. Her mind was contaminated by Titania’s eccentricity. She knew that they are but strangers to each other. Nothing more, nothing less. And Minea wanted to stay indifferent, uncaring, and cold.

She doesn’t want to get attached to anyone in that place. After all, she could only trust herself—protect herself. She doesn’t want to use anyone as much as she loathes being used. So a relationship is by far the most ridiculous thing Titania could ever want from her. If that is what she wanted, she’s bound to fail. Minea knew. Minea understood. It can never be. It should never be.

No. Not with any of these people. Not in this foreign land. Not in this prison.

“Concentrate! Again!” The voice of the tutor woke Minea from her thoughts. He was reproving Princess Titania for losing focus at her given task.

It had been months since she came in the House of the Blue Serpent and the Queen had made the four princesses train together. Tonight is another session to hone

their Magic skills. And yet again, after months of rigorous education, nothing much had changed in Titania. She had yet to learn how to control her elements.

Because of that, Minea started to deem her immature. And weak.

Titania widened her stance against the granite pavement, her hands bent forward at chest level. She exhaled deeply, eyes fully darted on the earthen jar in front as she tried to make the water float with the use of her aura. The fluid levitated in midair and she—too happy that she finally did it after the umpteenth time that day— turned her head to Yuri.

“Yah, Yuri-yah! I told you I can do it if I wanted to. Now what were you say—“ The sound of water splashing to the ground sounded through the silent atmosphere.

Titania gulped and slowly glanced in front. The instructor’s hands clenched his now wet clothes as he exhaled loudly to calm himself.

“Princess Minea.” He called, his face as stiff as a constipated monkey. “Would you kindly show Princess Titania how it’s done?” He exhaled, gave a bow and excused himself so he can dry his soaked clothes.

Minea stepped forward, raised her hand midlevel and pointed to the spilled water. A bubbling motion and a sudden burst of flame came atop the liquid.

“Whoah!!!” The two princesses exclaimed, too awestruck at Minea’s competence.

“These simpletons.” Jessica rolled her eyes at Yuri and Taeyeon, her hands still on the book she was reading. She had opted to sit at a corner and read, rather than study Magic with her cousins. After all, her Magic ability is already far better than them.

“Look, Jessica. Miyoung’s so cool!” Taeyeon was still gaping over the small fire over the water as it evaporated into thin air.

“It’s nothing much, Princess Titania. If you practice more, you can control your own element.” Minea calmly said. ‘Yeah, probably in the next hundred years.’

“I know. I just didn’t want to. Hehe.” And she showed a wide smile, her pearly teeth on display.

‘What does she think these practices are? Is everything a joke to her? We need to be powerful, so no one can hurt us. So, no one can use us. And here she is, so uncaring, so—’Minea had had it.

The other princess’s blithe acts are irritating her more than she could handle at that moment. So, she gathered herself and walked out. She’s done thinking about this buffoon of a princess. She convinced herself that her actions mean nothing to her. That she should not be bothered with her. That she doesn’t care about her. And she strode away, faster along the long dimly lighted halls—pushing her inner thoughts about the other princess at the back of her mind.

“Wait up! Where are you going?”

“You don’t need to follow me, Princess Titania.” She quickened her pace along the open corridor without looking back.

“But I want to.”

Minea abruptly stopped and Titania hit her nose at her back.

“Ouch. My nose.” She lightly touched her nose. “Why did you sto—“

“What do you want from me?” Minea had finally asked; her voice was a little bit louder this time.

“Well, you stormed out like you were angry and I might have done something wrong. So, I—“

Minea faced her, her eyes searching for some cognizable sense in her eyes. And Titania’s round eyes looked back at hers.

“I shouldn’t have asked that. You wouldn’t even answer—“ Minea stopped when she saw something.

And as fast as she can, she pulled Titania to a dimmed corner. “Shhh!” A finger on her lips.

Titania just nodded as if she understood what was happening (which she doesn’t, really). The sound of heavy metal and leather soles grating the ground were what they heard afterwards.

“What is it?” Titania asked her in a whisper. And when the girl remained silent, Titania took a quick peek over the balustrade. A tall metal akin to a cabinet with a human head shape on top was on five men’s shoulders; their faces covered with black hoods.

“What’s that?” She murmured.

“A Nephilim’s cage. Let’s go, Princess Titania. It’s not our business to meddle with.” Minea took the latter’s hands and walked away.

Titania wondered why the other princess’s face looked grim. She knew something’s up with that metal thing and she’s not telling her everything. And it saddens her. It pains her that up till now, Miyoung could not trust her. But despite the sullen rejections she has gotten, she had not given up. She promised Jiwoong. She promised herself. She would be good to Miyoung.

“I think you should go back to the training grounds, princess. You still need to practice how to control your elements.” Minea let go of her hands and held her own.

“Ugh…After I take you to your room, Miyoung. I think you’re just sensitive because you’re tired. Training can wait anyway.” She wryly smiled.

Minea stopped walking and turned around, facing her. The girl flinched at the deep brown eyes darted at her being. “What do you really want from me?”

“Miyoung, what do—“

“Let me rephrase my words.” She exhaled a breath of air. “This charade is vexing me, so I’ll get to the point. Why are you being overly nice and friendly? I can’t give you anything. So, why are you being good to me?”

“Errr…” Titania scratched her head. “I promised my brother that I’ll be good to you. And…” She held a small smile. “Being nice and friendly…isn’t that what we should be? I mean, we’re a family now. Almost. But a family, still. We don’t need anything to give each other in order to get something…because that’s what family is all about.”

‘Family?’ Minea’s brows caved inwards.

All her life, she had longed for one, yet had none—only Jessica. Her cousin was the only exception. She reckons the people in her life—her so-called ‘family’.

Minea’s mother abandoned her before she can even have the chance to fend for herself. Her father treated her like a ladder, only a thing, to acquire the things he craved for. Their kingdom, their people, their world, made her the Lamb to fulfill some absurd ancient prophesy that doesn’t make sense to her.

It was not her sin. It was not her debt. But, she was the one they tasked to repay their debts for what they’ve done. And inwardly, she hated it. However, she could not fully loathe them for they are her ‘family’. And thus, she became their pawn.

Everyone had used her for their ambitions—for their own betterment. Leeches. Vultures. Humans.

It’s either use or be used. And such was the mindset drilled into her skull. Such was her upbringing. Such is the reason why she desired power, why she built metal walls around her.

And this is also why she has obeyed her father, even to the ends of the world. Even if it hurts her. Even if it kills her. She hungered for his acceptance. So, she toiled to

be strong, strong enough so that her father can acknowledge her, as his daughter, his flesh and blood, as a part of him. The iron will that churns inside her was all in the purpose of gaining a ‘family’.

So, what is this ‘family’ Titania speaks of? What is this unfamiliar warmth she exudes? What is this unconditional kindness she conveys? Isn’t belonging to a family equated to one’s worth—one’s ability to fulfill a function? You work, so you can have a family. You bleed, so you can gain a family. So you can be accepted. So you can belong. That is family. So, what is this foreign concept she’s spouting right now?

To say that Titania’s words have brought confusion to Minea’s ideals would be an understatement. Her views were completely disconcerted to its core.

‘Is she talking about love then?’ Minea thought.

“Family. Love.” An extended exhalation. “You do know that my marriage to your House is not because of something ridiculous as love…do you? Because love is just a fantasy, Princess Titania. It would do you well to grasp that concept early in your life.”

“Hmmm…Love is a complex word to me, Miyoung. So, I wouldn’t really know much. And…marriage in our ranks is another complicated thing.” She shrugged. “People think that I’m just a child, so they wouldn’t really ask me these kinds of things. And, I think so, too. I’m young and immature most of the time.” She chuckled. A rub at the back of her head. “But, for what it’s worth, I think love is a wonderful thing—enigmatic and vague, but wonderful, nonetheless. Maybe, that’s why many deem it as just a fantasy. But for me, it isn’t. It’s as real as the blood flowing inside our bodies.” She paused and inhaled the night air, her hands on her back.

“Love is giving a part of you to someone else. I know that I love my parents, because I follow them—I give them my understanding and obedience—and study Magic, even if I don’t really like to. You know, it’s not that I couldn’t learn how to use my powers properly. It’s just that, I wouldn’t. I pretend to learn, so they won’t worry about me. You know, I don’t really see the relevance of it in living a happy, contented human life.” A sigh came out of her as she confessed.

“I know I love my brother Jiwoong, because I can lessen the pranks I do…for him.” She grinned as she continued. “Can you imagine that? He made me promise not to get myself in trouble while he’s gone. That brother of mine! Now, I have less fun in my hands. But, that is how I love him. And, how he loves me.” Another grin. “I know I love Yuri, because I can let her borrow my ear, not only when she needs one, but also when she doesn’t. Heh. And we do pranks together, so…Ahahahaha.” She rubbed the back of her head again while chuckling. “And I

know I love Jessica, because…uhmm…she’s Jessica. Who doesn’t love that adorable witch?” She chortled and looked into Minea’s eyes.

“What I’m saying is, love isn’t just a dream, a fantasy.” Her eyes sparkled at her next words. “It’s as real as you, because love is sharing yourself with others— whether you get something in return or none at all. The things you get in return are just extras. Like I’ve said, you don’t need anything to give me for me to give you something. Because…that’s what family is. It’s as natural as the sun rising in the east.” And Titania bobbed her head at the simile.

“If you impart yourself without asking for anything in return, wouldn’t you lose yourself…until nothing’s left of you?” Minea retorted.

Titania beamed. “That’s the beauty and mystery of it. True love does not die nor does it diminish, for genuine kindness is always taken to heart.” She exhaled. “No matter how much you give, if it’s real love, then you wouldn’t really lose anything. In fact, you gain something more valuable.”

Minea raised a brow.

“People. You gain honest people, Miyoung. You get friends in return.” A pregnant silence engulfed them as the thought struck Minea thoroughly.

Titania tilted her head, a gentle smile on her lips. “Once, Yuri said that in order to conquer others, I should conquer myself first.” A breath of air was exhaled. “But even when I tried controlling myself, I couldn’t conquer you. Every time I come near, behaved as I was—and believe me, it was hard for me to be overly polite and rigid—you rejected me and increased the gap between us.” A pause. “But those breads were doing wonders, weren’t they?” A smirk.

“Did you put something on those?” ‘I didn’t eat a single one. There’s nothing to worry about, Minea.’

“Yep.” Titania smiled widely as she joined her hands into a heart shape and put it over her chest. “My heart.”

“Those sweet breads and milk are my favorites. I wouldn’t share it with anyone, not even Yuri. Okay, maybe, just one.” She showed one finger and continued. “It’s a part of me. Actually, the best part of me, if I may say. Who doesn’t like sweet things anyway? It’s my favorite, you know. And I don’t give it to just anyone. But…I shared them with you.”

“So you can conquer me?”

“Yes…and no.”

“What? It doesn’t make sense to answer with both.”

Titania exhaled. “Yes, because I once wanted to conquer you. And no, because you’re not one to be conquered.”

“Huh?”

“You’re my friend. You’re my sister. You’re my family. And it took me a while to understand that you do not need to be conquered…because you will come to me in your own free will. So, I stopped trying to get you to like me and just started doing my part as your friend. Like I said, we’re family. You’ll come to your senses. I believe in you.”

“You hope for too much, Princess.” Minea turned her back to Titania.

“Nah, I know. Family will always be family. And love will always be love.” A cheeky grin was on her face.

“I’m going back to my room.” Minea paced forward, a meter away from the other princess. She halted. And without turning her back, mumbled some words.

“Goodnight…Taeyeon.” And she left the princess in the corridor—a heavy deadweight taken out of her chest.

That fateful night, Minea knew, she had made another exception.

II

II

Many a full moons had come and go; a new sun had risen again for another day. The flowers bloomed and withered; the planted seeds grew in to trees. The seasons had their cycles. Life lived on.

And today, in a sunny morning, Miyoung sat alone under the shade of nature in the palace garden, a book resting on her hands, widely opened as it brought forth the knowledge it contained.

“Boo!”

“Ah!” The book fell as a shriek sounded in surprise.

Miyoung gritted her teeth. She doesn’t need to turn her head to figure out who the culprit was. “Seriously, when are you going to grow up, Taeyeon?” She picked up her book and bookmarked the last page she was reading on before putting it down.

“Ihihihihi. And when are you going to liven up? I swear, all you do is study, study, and study. Two years, and all I see in your hands are books.” The girl sat beside her.

“And all you do is play, play, and play.” Miyoung rolled her eyes and pointed a finger at Taeyeon’s face. “So do not ridicule my books, mighty princess.”

Taeyeon ignored the last statement and took the book Miyoung was holding earlier. Her tongue automatically stucked out when she read the title. “Advance Alchemy IV. Meh.”

“Oh, puh-lease. Don’t patronize me.” She huffed and took the book from Taeyeon’s hands. “Just because you’re talented in this area, doesn’t mean I can’t study and do well in it too.” She looked down as she pursed her lips.

“Well, everyone’s gotta be good at something.” Taeyeon grinned. It was true. Her brilliance in that science compensated for her lack of interest in elemental magic. But the thing is, where she excels, Miyoung falls behind.

In a recent event, the High Magi bowed in awe at Taeyeon’s (and Jessica’s) creation of the Panacea—a medicine able to cure all known diseases. And everyone in the Kingdom celebrated their genius.

Apparently, the House of Black Tortoise is known for their ancestry and line of recognized healers. So, it was a greater honor for Taeyeon’s mother that she has attained such feat alongside the young prodigy, Jessica.

“It just happens that mine is growing some herbs and making potions. And yours, dear Miyoung, is…well, kicking people’s asses. ‘Cause you’re a powerful badass of a princess. Ehehehe.”

Miyoung slapped Taeyeon’s shoulder, her eyes squinting.

“Ouch. I swear, you’re getting more and more violent as time goes by!” She rubbed her harmed shoulder.

“Stop swearing and just tell me why you’re bothering me again.” Miyoung crossed her arms.

“Be glad. Be very, very glad that I, Princess Titania Aeon, am a pacifist. Or else— “

“Or else what?” Her voice was playfully threatening.

“Or else…I will…I will…”

“You will what?” Miyoung’s eyebrow rose, a smirk on her face. She knew Taeyeon wouldn’t—couldn’t—hurt a fly even if she needed to.

Throughout their two years of friendship, Miyoung had come to understand why Taeyeon didn’t like learning how to control her elemental magic. The girl simply didn’t like hurting others, or causing harm with the abilities they were gifted with. And Taeyeon deemed that once she learned to control it, others might take advantage of her abilities for their own personal gain, even at the expense of the well-being of others. This, she had feared greatly. So, she deviated from combat teachings and studied Alchemy with Jessica instead. She thought that curing people is far more worthy of her devotion than studying warfare magic.

Taeyeon’s selfless view on this had made Miyoung respect her more. Taeyeon is not someone who would be used without her consent. She is more than a woman of

great virtue—someone not greedy for power. She’s wise and her cheerful display of immaturity through pranking others masks her wit. People just didn’t know, as they merely judge the book by its cover.

“I will—“

Miyoung’s lips pursed before she can complete a sentence.

“Oh no, not the pout. Please not the pout! Do not show the pout to Taeyeon. It’s too early in the morning!” And Taeyeon earned another jab on her shoulder. “AW! You know, for a princess, you’re so strong. And violent! Aren’t you supposed to be graceful and feminine, and whatever-a-princess-should-act-like?”

“Tsk.” She pushed her tongue against her cheek. “You’re one to talk. Can’t you just tell me what you want?”

“What?” Taeyeon’s mouth went ajar. “You make it sound like I only go to you when I need something. Which is totally the other way around.” A slap on her shoulder. “Aw, ouch! Okay, okay. Stop hitting me.” She stood up, her hand on the spot where she got smacked. “I came to ask you if you wanted to go to the forest with me. I’m going to get some plants for some concoctions that I’m planning to

make. And, I figured, you might want to join? Get a breather away from the palace? It’s such a nice weather today, you know. Time to get off those boring books.”

“You’re asking me this because Jessica told you that I’m being a gloomy little Lamb again, didn’t she?” Miyoung caught how Taeyeon’s mouth opened wide at the mention of her cousin.

Nothing gets past Miyoung that easily.

It was actually true. She was feeling rather anxious. Her days in the House of the Blue Serpent had come by so fast that her 18th birthday seems so near. She liked being here. Being with Taeyeon. And Yuri. And her cousin, Jessica. But there’s a part of her that fears for the coming future. For her destiny. For her husband-to-be. For everything. And inside, it made her wish that time would just stop.

“What is this gloomy little lamb you speak of? I know nothing. I haven’t even seen Jessica, or have, in any way, spoken with her. Today. Yet.”

“Taeyeon.”

“Okay, fine. We talked yesterday. And it’s not like I don’t see you lost in space at times. I swear, you look just like Jessica when she’s spacing out. Minus the scary aura….or not.”

Another slap. But this time, Taeyeon evaded.

“A lamb, huh?” Miyoung scowled at herself. She hugged her knees and in a whisper said her next words. “More like a pig.” ‘Waiting to be slaughtered.’

Taeyeon heard it. And she knew the girl must be feeling the pressure, and fear, on her shoulders. A sigh escaped her. She doesn’t like seeing Miyoung sad.

“But on the bright side…pigs are pink.” Taeyeon said in a matter-of-factly voice before she ran away, laughing hard—fully knowing that she had just equated Miyoung’s favorite color to the fat animal.

Miyoung’s eyes were squinted as she stared at Taeyeon’s retreating back. When the girl was gone, she pushed herself up. A small smile was on her lips.

Taeyeon had never failed in making her feel alright. Even in the weirdest way she could.

///

Miyoung usually garbed herself in an ankle-length white linen with two intertwined golden cords just above her bosom and below her chest—fastened together on her sacral area with a silver knot at its end. A red triangular wool was draped over her neck and pinned with ruby feathers on her left shoulder. Her braided raven hair was adorned with a garnet metal band and a golden plated armlet bearing the crests of the White Tiger and the Red Phoenix was on her left arm. These were her common clothing, the symbol of her lineage as a royalty.

But that afternoon, as Miyoung thought, she did not need to be a princess. For where they’re going is no palace. And Taeyeon is no stranger. No, not anymore. The girl had grown on her. And they had been more than any sisters could ever be.

And so, she wore a simple mahogany dress with a black belt wrapped around her waist and a pair of leather sandals for her feet.

“Here. Put this on.” Taeyeon passed a black cloak to Miyoung. “Let’s not get ourselves caught, okay?” Taeyeon playfully winked at her.

“Hah. I knew you were trouble. A cloak, really? Can it make me invisible though?”

“Cut the sarcasm and just put it on. It’s not that we’re sneaking out. It’s just for protection.” Miyoung raised an eyebrow at her. “Okay, maybe we’re sneaking out.” The raised eyebrow remained raised not to mention the intense stare she was now getting from the girl. Not wanting to back down easily, Taeyeon returned the stare, only to still lose in the end. “Okay! We are sneaking out. You already know that we’re not allowed out of the Kingdom without escorts. And what fun could we have if we have those burly men following us, right?” Taeyeon finally admitted. “Yuri and I knew a way out without getting caught. Just wear the cloak and act like a commoner, we’ll be out in no time.”

“Fine.” Miyoung conceded and donned the cloak around her, concealing her visage.

They took a horse from the stables and journeyed out of the Kingdom stealthily. Taeyeon held the straddle and Miyoung sat at the back, hugging the petite girl. The ride was smooth. And they had arrived at their destination peacefully.

They passed hundred-year-old trees on their way into the deep forest. To which the enormous trunks cannot be encompassed by a single person’s entire arm span. As the body was huge, its thick leaves served as roofs; its shade, dimming their sight.

It was dusk when they had arrived at their destination. It was still pretty much early, though the sky already looked darker, and the stars had already shown its light. Taeyeon recognized the danger of going too deep into the forest as they reach this part of the forest, so she decided to make camp under one of the big trees.

“You and Yuri always go out like this?” Miyoung asked while starting a small bonfire.

“Ugh. Only when we can.” Taeyeon finished setting up their tent and sat beside her. “We almost got caught once. I thought we would be locked in the palace forever. Luckily, my brother Jiwoong helped us.” She tossed a twig into the fire.

“Your brother.” Miyoung stared at the burning coal, pulling the cloak tighter for more warmth. “You really do love him, don’t you?”

“Yes.” A long silence engulfed them that only the cries of the cicadas nesting on the nearby branches can be heard.

“He’s a good brother.” The silence was broken as Taeyeon said this with a reassuring smile. “He’s the best brother in the whole wide world,” she continued.

Miyoung smiled back. She knew that Taeyeon must have felt her fears crawling under her skin again. Her insecurities and the things she was scared of were haunting her.

Albeit short, Miyoung’s stay in the House of the Blue Serpent changed her views on the aspect of ‘living’. She learned to lower her guard, to be more trusting of her new friends, and to live a happy life. Taeyeon, Jessica, and Yuri had made her live. They were the ones who saved her from merely existing like a puppet. They gave her something to look forward to, every waking morning she had. Especially Taeyeon. The girl is more than a miracle—a gift from the heavens—to her once miserable life.

Taeyeon started off as her oasis in a desert—a savior to a being dying of thirst. She did try pushing her away at first, but the cheerful girl has found a way to soften her hardened heart. As time went by, Miyoung has learned more of Taeyeon, and Taeyeon, more of herself. Without realizing it, Taeyeon has become her other half,

the one who made her feel complete. All the things she kept inside, in fear of hurting others with her petty emotions, Taeyeon could verbalize. And even in silence, their actions and eyes tell each other so much more than words can express. Taeyeon understands her. Sometimes, even more than herself.

And Miyoung was so happy, so grateful, that she has her by her side. Finally, she had a place to call home. But…what happens when she marries Taeyeon’s brother? Will she still be allowed to be with Taeyeon? Will they be the same or will they have to change towards each other? Will they grow apart? Society’s hierarchy, its politics—she hated having to deal with it again.

Her eyes hurt from staring too much at the blazing fire. She closed her eyes, putting back moisture to her irritated eyes. She straightened her back, stretched her hands and stood up, putting the cloak around her.

“Where are you going?” Taeyeon looked up to her.

“You’re right. I need a breather. I won’t go far. I…” She exhaled. “I just need some space to think by myself. I’ll be back in a few. Don’t worry.” She lighted a torch and went on her way.

///

It was her intention to be alone—to think by herself. About the life she had lived, the life she’s now living, and the life she will have to live. As Miyoung, fully. Or as the Lamb, half-heartedly.

And she was so sure; she knew what she was doing, where she was going. She was holding a lighted torch, using its light to guide her way, a thicker garment over her body to keep her warm, and a dagger strapped on her waist, a weapon to protect her from wild animals. Everything seemed fine for she is a powerful Nephilim and has the ability to defend herself from stray beasts. She can handle anything by herself, on her own.

Guess not.

In a moment, she was crouched behind a tree, the torch completely extinguished. The looming fear made the surrounding atmosphere heavy. And her dagger—oh, why didn’t she bring a sword instead? As if that could help!—was clasped in her trembling hold.

Out of all the places to have a snack, the Drakon just had to choose that forest— that place, the very spot she chose to continue her thinking, where she was contemplating at.

The leaves swayed as the gust of wind caused by the creature’s wings brushed through it. The ground shook as the beast landed—a cow’s hide dangling at the edge of its mouth, secured within its enormous jaws.

Chomp. Chomp. Chomp. It devoured the animal in no time. Blood, flesh, and bones. There was no leftover.

Miyoung tried to even her breathing. The monster must not find her. She just needs to be still and let the Drakon do its thing, finish its snack. It’ll be done, and off it’ll go. She would be safe and things will go back to normal. She’ll be safe. Pretending she wasn’t there is all she needed to do.

“Miyoung!”

‘Taeyeon!’ Gasp! She almost forgot about her.

Miyoung wasted no time. She gained control of her numbed legs, and a glance at the source of the voice. And there standing meters away from the Drakon was Taeyeon, staring at it—dumbfounded. The beast was crouched; its sight was completely on Taeyeon, they were staring at each other.

Miyoung didn’t let another minute pass, she lunged forward making her way towards the beast, the dagger held so tightly. “RUN! TAEYEON!”

Taeyeon’s eyes widened at the sight of Miyoung running towards the humongous serpent. “NO! Don’t—” She tried to stop her, but she was too late. Miyoung threw the dagger at the Drakon. Its golden hide deflected it and it bounced off to the ground.

“RUN!” Miyoung shouted as she saw how the dagger didn’t even scratch the fiend, she summoned a ball of fire on her hand with all her strength. She fired it to the direction of the humongous beast.

The Drakon bellowed as it was hit. Its fangs shone and its acid saliva burned the ground. Its blue eyes constricted as it spotted Miyoung. And the girl was about to run to Taeyeon when it stomped its hind legs and the earth shook, creating a wide and deep rift between the two girls.

Adrenaline filled her senses as she pivoted towards the monster. She wasn’t going to let the serpent hurt Taeyeon. She was going to fight. She will kill it first before it can harm Taeyeon. Or she will die trying.

She widened her stance, a greater amount of aura used and a bigger fireball shot at the Drakon. The beast had it. A deafening roar echoed throughout the open space and with the swiftness of the wind, it darted towards Miyoung.

Taeyeon who was frozen on her spot saw the fiend lunging towards Miyoung. The girl will die and she will not have it. She ran, her heart thumping against her chest. No. She won’t let Miyoung die.

Miyoung didn’t know the exact order of what had happened next. It was so fast that a mere blink of an eye had made it hard to contain the scenes that transpired. All she knew was that she was pushed into the crevice the Drakon caused. Taeyeon followed, her body over her—protecting her.

There was blood, so much of it—that the scent lingered in her senses. Miyoung looked at her body. A few scratches but she wasn’t harmed much. She raised her

eyesight and saw the Drakon’s blue eyes. Its head was visible through the crack, looking right at her.

No. It was looking at Taeyeon. And Miyoung could swear that she saw the blue pupils constrict and turned purple. A blow of smoke came from its nostrils and when she thought that it’ll be their end, the Drakon stepped back, opened its batlike wings and flew away.

Miyoung’s body slumped to the ground in relief, too exhausted of the earlier events, when suddenly, she remembered—blood. There was blood. So. Much. Blood.

And it wasn’t hers.

“Tae—“ She called the girl. Taeyeon was in front of her, her back facing her. She was kneeling and then, Miyoung knew. Miyoung saw. The blood was Taeyeon’s.

“Taeyeon!”

Miyoung took the half-conscious Taeyeon into her arms and laid themselves on the ground. A fatal wound was on her neck and blood was gushing out. Miyoung tore the hem of her dress to help stop the bleeding. But, even applying pressure didn’t help at all. The cloth was soaked in no time. And Taeyeon was bleeding to death.

“No! No! No! Taeyeon! No!” Tears were running down her cheeks now. “Please, no, Taeyeon.” She looked up, searching for any way she can go up and get help. But the chasm was too deep. She wouldn’t be able to climb up. She couldn’t get help. She glanced at the girl. Taeyeon was losing color and her eyes seemed to be getting heavy as if her eyelids were fighting to remain open.

Miyoung leaned her forehead against Taeyeon’s, her other hand cupped the girl’s cheek while the other continued to put pressure on the wound. “Taeyeon.” She muttered. “Please. Don’t die. Don’t die. Please.”

Taeyeon’s eyes were losing its vitality and Miyoung, through tears and sobs, tightened her hold. She wouldn’t let her go. “It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have gone alone. I’m sorry. Please. I’ll do everything you say. Just please. Don’t leave me. Don’t die. Please. Taeyeon, please. Fight it.” She felt Taeyeon’s breath getting uneven. She was losing consciousness. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please. Don’t leave me. Please.” The azure moon shone ever so brightly upon them, highlighting their figures against the stone canvas they were in.

Miyoung saw how Taeyeon’s eyelids slowly closed. And then, she knew she was going to lose Taeyeon. Forever.

She knew she wouldn’t let that happen. Not in her arms. Not that night. Not if she can help it. She would do anything, everything. Just to save Taeyeon.

But how could she?

///

Miyoung woke up feeling all of her strength drained from her. Her body ached like a massive boulder fell on top of her. She gradually opened her eyes. She saw the familiar scene she always wakes up to. The blue curtains, the flag bearing a turquoise serpent emblem, the bricked stone walls, a bed—her bed, the one she’s lying on—, a couch, a bookshelf, and fire on the hearth. It was her room in the House of the Blue Serpent. But why was she in her room? She was in the forest with Taeyeon.

TAEYEON!

She was with Taeyeon. She tried to sit up; she used her arms as she leaned against the bed for support. She had to know what happened to Taeyeon.

“I’m glad; you’re awake now.” A girl wearing a black ankle-length tube dress with a white shawl over her shoulders entered. A small black diamond crown laden with fine pearls was on her head, her hair tied in a bun on top. “But you shouldn’t be moving that much, you know. You’re still weak.”

“Taeyeon. What happened to Taeyeon, Jessica?” Miyoung is now sitting at the edge of the bed.

“Hmmm…water?” She poured a glass and gave it to her.

Miyoung accepted and took a sip. “Taeyeon. You haven’t answered me yet. Where’s Taeyeon? And what happened to her?” She put the glass on her bedside table. Her tone was more than impatient.

“Taeyeon’s with Yuri. In her room.” Jessica sat on the bed beside her. “Now, tell me what happened.” Her eyes held rigor in it. And Miyoung knew, the girl would only give this kind of gaze when she could had gotten herself in serious trouble.

“Thank god, Yuri went after you two. She said that she found you two in a fissure in the forest. There was too much blood. But she checked. None of you were bleeding. A few scratches on you, perhaps. But no fatal wounds. The both of you were knocked out. We had to lie and say you two were infected with some contagious cold so people won’t pry. And we’re glad they didn’t. Especially when I said that I would be the one who’ll handle your treatment.” Jessica sighed. “And in case you were wondering, you’ve been out for a week. I’m surprised you’re not complaining of hunger.”

As if on cue, Miyoung’s stomach grumbled.

“Okay. There goes the complaint.” Jessica snickered.

Miyoung coyly smiled, her hand on her stomach. It was true. She suddenly felt hungry. And another protest was heard from her stomach.

“Fine. Let’s get some food, so that little monster can shut up. And then, you tell me what happened, okay?”

Miyoung nodded. “Can we go eat in Taeyeon’s room instead? I want to see her.”

Jessica stared at her for a couple of seconds, contemplating if it would be the best to allow them to meet now. A sigh. “I guess it couldn’t be helped. Get dressed. I’ll tell the servants to deliver our meals to Taeyeon’s chamber.

///

The first time Miyoung saw Taeyeon’s dark brown hair, she clapped her hands and squealed in delight. She knew the princess is beautiful. But she’s more beautiful now than when she had her hair black. Taeyeon looked really cute with the lighter hair color that partnered her baby blue dress.

Apparently, as Jessica would put it, something happened in Taeyeon that altered the way she is. They’re still trying to find out what the changes were—so far, the different hair color is the most obvious one—but Jessica pointed out the necessity of finding out what had transpired completely on that fateful night in the purpose of pinpointing the exact reason of the transformation, and to probably foresee other changes that might occur.

“So, you were saying that you met the Drakon and it just left you. Just like that?” Yuri still can’t believe their story.

Miyoung was the one telling the account while Taeyeon was busy eating her sweet bread at a corner. The four of them decided to have lunch in Taeyeon’s room. And all of them just sat on her bed instead of eating at the table.

“Yep. Actually, it happened so fast that I couldn’t even remember everything.” Miyoung bit a piece of the bread.

“The Drakon injured Taeyeon on the neck, right?” Jessica raised an eyebrow. “Then, what happened to the wound?” Nothing escaped the meticulous Jessica; even to the slightest detail she probes for the facts. And Miyoung bit her lower lip at the inquiry. She didn’t know whether she could tell them what she did. It was making her feel uneasy.

“I’m patiently waiting, Miyoung.” Jessica narrowed her eyes, sarcasm on her tone as she waits for her answer. “Please don’t exhaust my patience. I can only tolerate so much for a day.”

“She kissed me.” Taeyeon answered innocently while munching another piece of her sweet bread. And all the heads turned to her direction.

If Miyoung could sink into the ground on that exact moment, she would have. The color of her face has matched the garnet metal band on her hair. And when she thought she could no longer be more embarrassed than she already was, Taeyeon had to open her mouth and say more.

“Right here.” Taeyeon pointed at her lips and grinned.

Jessica’s eyes widened and Yuri’s mouth went agape as both stared at the now red Miyoung.

“I…I…” Miyoung peeked at the princesses and her eyes fell on the bed. She couldn’t look up anymore. She felt naked in their eyes. “She was bleeding. And…and…I thought she was dying. And…I bit myself. And…she was dehydrated. And I…I thought…I…I…gave her blood…my blood…and…she was dehydrated…so I…I…” She was stuttering as she mumbled this, her eyes on the floor.

“So, you kissed Taeyeon.” Yuri’s hand was over her mouth covering a teasing smirk on her face.

“I…I…dehydrated…she was…I…was…trying to save…yes, save….her…to save her.” She knew she was a complete blabbering fool right then and there. But she felt like she had to defend herself from them.

“So, how does it taste like? The kiss—erhm—I mean, the blood.” It was now Jessica’s turn to fire the cannon of torment at her cousin.

“I…ugh…I” Miyoung was at a loss for words. It felt like she was caught in the act of doing something naughty. She was sinking and she couldn’t do anything to save herself anymore.

And Taeyeon just had to add coal into the fire. “It tasted sweet and her lips were really soft.” Taeyeon nodded and then, continued to gobble her sweet bread.

That day—starting that day—Miyoung was teased about the kiss saving she did.

A month had passed and Taeyeon’s hair had completely turned light brown. People noticed the change, good thing that Jessica was quick to lay a remedy.

They spread a tale that she and Taeyeon were experimenting on a new panacea and one of the effects was causing the latter’s hair color to lighten. Because of their unquestioned reputation, the gullible people were quick to buy any explanation they provide. After all, it was for everyone’s sake that they were doing it. Or so they thought.

“I’m hungry.” Taeyeon pouted, her arms crossed as she whined to Jessica across the table.

“I know.” Jessica continued to mix some gold fluid in a flask. The two of them were in Jessica’s lair, trying to come up with a solution to Taeyeon’s agony. “You’ve complained for more than ten times already; even faster than when I can say your full name.” She said, still absorbed in her task. “But we can’t have you drain Miyoung, you little parasite.”

“But I’m hungry. Just a little bit, a tiny drop of blood, please?” Taeyeon tried to negotiate.

Taeyeon’s change was drastic. Just a month had passed and she grew stronger, faster, more powerful, more agile than any creature they’ve ever known. She can leap from high places to another, almost like flying—Yuri would comment. Her porcelain skin turned pale white as it became more insusceptible to incisions. Jessica even tried to cut her once with a sharpened blade, surprisingly, not only did it not leave a single scratch on her, it also ended up bent after Jessica exerted a considerable amount of force to penetrate the toughness of her skin. Taeyeon had already learned how to control and harden her soft skin. Her fangs became sharper, too, as it did her senses, as well. To add, her magic now consisted of all elements Miyoung can summon. It was as if whatever Miyoung had and can do, she can do so, as if it had become a part of her too.

Though it can be taken as good at first, these newfound abilities came with a price to pay–her thirst. She has developed a type of thirst, not just for anything, but for blood. Particularly, Miyoung’s blood.

Taeyeon had difficulties controlling her thirst. The urge was close to unbearable; that one afternoon, she was found trembling in a corner of her room by the three princesses, hugging herself tightly.

Concern was clearly evident on their faces as she was asked what was wrong. She didn’t have the heart to tell them, so she remained mum. But Miyoung had an

inkling. She took a knife from a nearby table, where an unfinished meal resided, and proceeded to cut her palm with it. Taeyeon instantly lunged towards her and sunk her mouth on her hand. They were shocked at the least. However, as if it was the most natural reaction to what she did, Miyoung just smiled and patted Taeyeon’s head.

From henceforth, every day, when Taeyeon would go hungry, or thirsty, for Miyoung’s blood, the latter would willingly oblige. But, as Jessica would not have this to continue for long, she thought of an alternative. They tried feeding Taeyeon blood–chicken’s blood. The result was a failure though, because Taeyeon vomited it and whined childishly after.

But as Jessica always wins, her wit being unquestionably her allure, their quest for an alternative didn’t stop there. So, here they were, in her private room this afternoon—thinking of a way to help Taeyeon manage herself.

“Quiet down, will you? I’m trying to concentrate here.” Jessica hissed. “I need to make this work. You’re not a mosquito, so you’re not supposed to be living off her blood. Do I make myself clear?”

Taeyeon swiftly nodded and quieted down, observing Jessica’s scrupulous activity.

Jessica threw a handful of various rare gems into a small cauldron, added a solvent, and let it melt under seething fire. The liquefied stones were then poured unto a mold as she decanted the golden fluid she had in a flask into it at the same time. Her actions were done methodically, gracefully, and in great concentration that Taeyeon was rendered speechless and in total awe of Jessica’s genius. The task was finished and Jessica blew a breath of air on the smoking pieces.

“What is it?” Taeyeon finally inquired as her eyes were unblinkingly directed, full of wonder, at Jessica’s creations.

“It’s a bind.” Jessica took the whole cast and submerged it into water, taking the heat out.

“For me?” Taeyeon’s mouth was ajar. “You’re chaining me? But I…I’m not evil.” Her eyes became teary.

“Stop that.” Jessica retorted before Taeyeon can go dramatic. “It’s a bind, but quite different from the normal ones they use in prison.” She took the warmed objects from the water and let Taeyeon see.

“Ehm…Jessica. Those are…”

“A key and a lock, more of a pendant than a bind, right?” Jessica smirked. “I mean, do you really think I would—could—put you in chains?”

Taeyeon nodded quietly, her eyes more circular and innocent-looking than ever.

Jessica glared at her. “Oh, I totally can. You’re right. But I’m better than that, so I didn’t. Happy?” She crossed her arms.

Taeyeon bobbed her head slowly. “But…it’s so tiny.”

“Small’s the charm, dear cousin.” Jessica took the pendants and hooked it on two leather threads, making it a pair of necklaces. “It holds powerful suppressive magic. I even used the rarest gems I could ever get my hands on, plus some ancient alchemy that I was able to stumble upon when I was researching. And believe me, there had never been something like this before. It’s one of a kind, and I doubt anyone would ever be able to re-create this piece.” She beamed with pride.

“So if I wear that, will it relieve my thirst? It’s not like I want to keep hurting Miyoung.” She paused. “But her blood is just so sweet. I can’t help myself from wanting it too much.” It was as if Taeyeon was caught up in a dream, her eyes shone brighter as the thought of Miyoung entered her mind.

Jessica shrugged. “Only if Miyoung binds you. This needs blood magic to work. The binder needs to shed some blood to make it work. It’s a simple yet intricate spell to conduct. Anyway, I’ll explain more to Miyoung since she’s the one doing it. Let’s go.”

Miyoung’s embrace is the warmest place she could ever be in. So, that night, Taeyeon snucked out and went to her room to sleep. She took light agile steps towards Miyoung’s bed. And her nimble fingers clasped as she locked the black haired girl in her arms, Miyoung’s back facing her.

“Mmmm…” Miyoung stirred, feeling the familiar warmth on her back. “Jessica will scold you if she finds out that you’re here again, Taeyeon-ah.” She mumbled as her eyes were still closed in sleep.

“If she finds out…That is, if.” Taeyeon grinned, her head nuzzling against Miyoung’s back. “But you won’t tell her, would you? Miyoung would never put Taeyeon in such danger.”

Miyoung giggled. “Stop it. Ihihihi. Taeyeon, it tickles. Stop it.” She squirmed, finally facing the other girl—her hand taking Taeyeon’s into hers. “Stop it.”

“Stop what?” Taeyeon’s eyes curved as she smiled.

“Mmm. My eye smiles are far better than yours.” Miyoung teased as she saw how Taeyeon mimicked her patented smile.

“I know.” Taeyeon’s white teeth were displayed as she smiled brightly. “I just like copying you.”

Miyoung couldn’t help the upward lift at the ends of her lips. It had been two years, five full moons, and four days since the first day she had come to the House of the Blue Serpent. She couldn’t believe how fast time flew. More so, how she has changed—how Taeyeon changed her.

From a princess who was set to just fulfill a stupid prophesy, from someone who didn’t believe in family and love, from someone who would rather be alone than to have another to keep her company, from a foolish girl who existed like a nonliving thing; to someone alive, breathing, loving. She never knew that she could be this happy.

Until she met Taeyeon.

“Miyoung.”Taeyeon’s voice was calm, yet the hidden anxiousness was still felt by the other.

“Hmm?”

“Why haven’t you locked me yet?” Taeyeon was referring to the binders Jessica made for her.

Miyoung’s eyes blinked. And her fingers brushed Taeyeon’s bangs. “Why would I?”

“Because, I’m bad.”

“Bad?”

“Uhuh.” Taeyeon slightly nodded. “I kept on asking for your blood, and you kept on giving me. You never say no.” She sighed. “And Jessica pretends not to know. It makes me feel worse.”

“But I like giving you my blood.”

“You know that I’ve started controlling my thirst, right?”

“I know.”

A moment of stillness came as their eyes stared at each other—silent words of encouragement being passed between them.

“Are you still feeling guilty?” Taeyeon broke the silence.

“About what?”

“The Drakon. And the changes that happened to me.”

“I…” Miyoung’s orbs diverted its attention, not looking at Taeyeon. “I didn’t know what came into me. The Drakon… All I knew was that I swore I won’t let it hurt you… even if I die. So, I mindlessly attacked. I didn’t—”

“Sssh. You just acted out of fear, Miyoung.” Taeyeon cupped her cheek. “Fear can make people do irrational things. It’s not your fault.” She pulled Miyoung’s into her own orbs. It was gentle, caring—warm.

Miyoung’s eyes closed as she leaned her forehead on Taeyeon’s. “I didn’t know what to do. I was scared. I was so, so scared. What would I do without you, Taeyeon?”

“You would live.” Taeyeon tenderly smiled. “Because I would give my life for you to live.”

“And that makes it harder.” She opened her eyes and gazed at Taeyeon’s. “How do you expect me to live without you?”

“But you’ve lived even before you’ve met me.”

“I existed, not live. There is a difference.” Miyoung corrected.

“Don’t make it sound like I’m your life.”

“But you are. I was a living corpse before you met me. You breathed life into me. You’re my happiness. You’re my life.”

“Miyoung, happiness is a perspective.”

“It is. And for me, you are how I look at things. You are my perspective. You are my happiness.”

“Don’t twist my words, princess.” Taeyeon grinned and flicked her forehead.

“Ouch!” Miyoung rubbed the spot. “Why you!” She responded by tickling Taeyeon.

The room was filled with stifled giggles as the two tried to shush each other. Their chuckles were filled with bliss. And they felt the contentment surging within them. If only they could stay like that forever.

If only.

“I wish time would stop.” Miyoung broke the jest with her serious tone.

Taeyeon looked away. She knew what Miyoung really meant. The stupid prophesy. Her role.

Taeyeon loves her brother. But the moment he returns, Miyoung would have to be with him. And violent trepidations snaked its way into Taeyeon’s heart.

She felt like the sands of time were drowning her. It pours and it pours, until all the parts of the hourglass were filled and she was six feet under. It made Taeyeon taste the bile in her mouth. She felt helpless and weak.

“I wish we could be together.” Taeyeon’s words were in a whisper. But Miyoung heard it all too clear. It was an echo of what she really wanted to say. And she was glad that they both longed for one thing—to be in each other’s arms.

How blessed is a soul to find her other half? And both of them did. It should have been heaven’s gift. It should have been. (Should it?)

Miyoung pulled Taeyeon into a tighter embrace, her jaw resting on the girl’s crown. And Taeyeon nestled on her neck, smelling the fragrant lavender that Miyoung loves. A small peck was given, before she buried her fangs into Miyoung’s soft skin, relieving her thirst—quenching all of her needs.

That night, she can have all of Miyoung to herself. And that, she eagerly will.

Jiwoong went away as a lad—merely a young boy trying to be a good and obedient son. But he came back, merely three years after, a mighty glorious man. His built was tougher. His eyes were sharper. His posture was firmer, and his manners were finer than the grains of sands in a beach, an absolute gentleman. And the whole Kingdom was more than happy to welcome him back with great pride on their faces.

“Father!” Jiwoong got down from his horse, his gray tunic coupled with a dark blue triangular seamless cloth around his neck, pinned on his left shoulder, made him look more regal than he’d ever been.

“I suppose letting you go to the House of the White Tiger did you well, Jivulus. You look more like me now.” King Offa received him with open arms, laughing heartily as he pats his back, very proud of what his only son has become. “Welcome back, son.”

After being released from his father’s embrace, his eyes wandered around, searching for a certain someone. “Where is Titania?” He scanned the crowd and did not find his little sister.

“She was feeling unwell, so she couldn’t come. I hope you don’t feel bad about it.” The Queen answered as she gave him a warm hug.

“She’s sick?” Jiwoong’s voice was filled with worry.

“She might have been working too hard on that new panacea.” King Offa explained. “You know how stubborn she is when she wants something.”

“Ah! I’ve heard about that wonder medicine.” He was now beaming with pride. “I couldn’t believe it when I heard that my little prankster of a sister made something so incredible as that!”

“Oh, please, son. We all know you’re the first to have been very proud of her achievement.” His mother teased.

“Ah! Mother knows best.” Jiwoong chuckled.

“Come, come. Let us celebrate your homecoming. We have prepared a feast to last a night. Let us be merry.” King Offa invited them into the palace.

///

Taeyeon closed her eyes tight as she needed to focus. The whole of her concentration was directed to the ends of her fingertips as she tried to make the water rise from the garden’s fountain. Her left foot slid forward as she widened her stance, while her right knee bent to stable her stature. And her hands gracefully danced its way up as if an invincible object was being lifted. The water contained at the bottom basin of the said fountain rose following her gesture.

A sudden clapping sound made her open her eyes. She gently lowered down her hands, guiding the water back to its container without spilling a single drop. She turned her head to the direction of the sound, looking for the one giving the applause. Despite the presence of a few lighted torches and the heaven’s stars as her beacons giving light to her view, her surroundings were still dimly illuminated that it was hard to see through the darkness.

“Bravo!” A familiar voice emerged from the silence of the night. It was Jiwoong, her beloved older brother, and he was walking towards her.

“So, I see you’ve greatly improved in controlling your element, dear sister.” Jiwoong went closer and his eyes lit up when he got a closer look at the girl’s face. “What do we have here? Your hair! It’s brown!” He exclaimed.

Taeyeon couldn’t help but smile. It felt like eons since the last time they’ve seen each other. “Brother.” She called tenderly.

And Jiwoong smiled broadly, engulfing his sister in a tight hug.

“Hah!” He sighed. “My sister has grown to be such a beautiful and talented young lady! I’m a proud brother.” He beamed.

“You’re not bad yourself, Jiwoong.”

“Really?” He paced towards the fountain and sat on a nearby bench. He then gestured Taeyeon to sit beside him, to which the girl did. “How have you been?” He started.

“I…”

“I’ve heard that you were ill and that you couldn’t come to welcome your own brother. He was a little sad.” He paused, a pout formed on his lips. “Okay, he was so sad. He missed his sister so much.”

Taeyeon chuckled. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t feeling well.”

Jiwoong rested his palm on her head and rubbed it gently, slightly messing up her crown. “You’ve grown so much! I’ve heard that you’ve been overworking yourself. Getting mature now, aren’t we?”

“I...” She looked down.

“Don’t worry. I’ve already scolded everyone. Even Jessica.” He snickered. “That witch! Did she make my poor little sister her slave?” Jiwoong joked.

“Hahaha. No.”

“So, you haven’t answered me yet, Taeyeon. How have you been?” He lifted her chin and made her look at him.

Taeyeon saw the familiar hazel orbs that used to calm her. It held the same brotherly love he had always given her. And Taeyeon knew she couldn’t look any longer. She turned her gaze away.

How could she look at her brother? He is the same. She is not. She had changed. And though, she loves him with all the sibling love she can give, it was not enough to mask what she really felt.

She was torn. So, so torn. She loves him. But at the same time, hates his presence. A part of her wanted him to go away, and never to return. But he is her one and only brother. How can she wish for something as heedless as that? How can she be so selfish?

“I’m…fine. Just. Tired. I’ve been busy making some intricate concoctions and… I… I need some sleep, I guess.” She stood up, ready to leave.

“I see. You’ve been a very studious one while I was away. I’m really happy that you kept your promise, Taeyeon.”

She turned her head. And she grinned at the recollection of the vow they made before he went. “So, are you going to dance naked if I ask you to?”

“Ahaahhaaha. May…be.”Jiwoong replied playfully whilst laughing. “Will that be your wish, my dear princess?”

“Heh. No. That would be too easy.”

“Then tell me your wish. I’ll try to grant it with all my heart.”

‘I ask to be with Miyoung, brother. Forever. Will you grant it? Will you give her to me? Can I have her for eternity? She’s everything I want and nothing else. Will you let me be with her?’ Taeyeon wished she could say it out loud. But she knew she couldn’t break her brother’s heart. She knew she shouldn’t—coulnd’t. But inwardly, she knew she already did. She wanted something she shouldn’t. And telling her brother would only break his heart.

“What’s wrong, Taeyeon? Is something troubling you?” Jiwoong’s eyes were filled with concern as Taeyeon remained silent.

“No, nothing” She lied. “I’m just… tired. I think I better rest now.” She showed a small smile and hugged her brother. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Jiwoong. Good night.”

“Very well then. Good night, dear sister. Rest well.” He kissed the top of her head.

And Taeyeon turned her back, her thoughts to get farther from her brother as she paced away from the garden.

///

Miyoung excused herself from the constricting party and journeyed her way out to the balcony to clear her mind and let fresh air enter her lungs. It was then that she saw them.

Jiwoong laid a chaste kiss on Taeyeon’s head as the girl bid him good night. And for some strange reason, Miyoung clutched her chest. It ached. It ached so much she thought her heart would stop beating.

She inhaled the cool night air to calm herself. But instead of relief, it felt like she had swallowed a barrel of smog. It was awful. It was sickening. And she couldn’t take the sting off. So, she turned her heels and went to the one place she knew she can get a cure—Taeyeon’s room.

///

There are certain moments in life that one would rather take back—things one regrets doing or saying, things that might have happened differently if one chose a different path. And to Taeyeon, excusing herself from Jiwoong’s presence and going back to her room early that night might have been one of those things she would rather have undone if given the chance to.

She could have just attended the feast that welcomed her dear brother back from his three-year stay in the House of the White Tiger, drowned in the overflowing booze in joyous merriment and got wasted like all of the others–like there was no tomorrow. She could have just continued practicing, honing her skills by herself in the confines of the private training hall, within its concrete walls. Or she could have just run away—far, far away from her, from them. She could have saved herself from the heartbreak. She could have. If only she did.

But she didn’t.

She couldn’t.

She couldn’t run away.

A sharp breath of air was exhaled as Taeyeon pushed the wooden door close with her back. Her eyes had inevitably darted to the lady sitting on her bed when she arrived. Taeyeon didn’t expect that she would be there. Out of all people that could possibly end up in her room that night, it had to be her. It had to be the reason of her misery.

“You shouldn’t be here.” Taeyeon’s voice was calm yet the cold tinge of her tone was obvious.

Miyoung’s head dropped, her eyes wounded beneath the stray of raven hair that covered her eyes. “Am I not welcomed here anymore?”

Both of them knew that they couldn’t be together. They shouldn’t be together. No, not in the sense that their hearts scream for each other.

They were not meant for each other. This was the truth. This was what the gods had decided on, long before they were born. And everybody knows who they belong to. Their destinies had been open books since the beginning. Everything has

already been decided–prophesized. It felt like a curse, a deception Taeyeon couldn’t accept.

She knew that Miyoung is her brother’s betrothed. Miyoung was supposed to be her sister…only her sister, nothing more. Miyoung is her sister. And she has repeated it a thousand times over and over as she left her brother in the palace garden by the fountain earlier. It has become a mantra, an unbearable chant, repeating endlessly in her head in purpose of drilling the facts into her hardened skull.

It was the right thing to do. It was the sensible thing to do. Continuous repetition is the key. So that maybe, maybe she could forget. Maybe she could forget the longing in her chest.

She should continuously convince herself in hope that somehow, consciously, she can make herself acknowledge the inevitable fact, to strengthen the rationality that it is better and right, that she should let her go.

She should let her go.

But would knowing prevent her from feeling? Would her conscious prevail over her subconscious? Would it alter the cries of her heart? The longing of her soul? Or, the wanting of her being?

Would this make her forget what they have become for each other—what she had meant to her?

She knew, she could never be without Miyoung. No matter how much she tried to contain her heart, it would only beat for her—bleed for her. And bleed, it did. Tremendously. Helplessly. As if every pumping of her striving heart calls Miyoung’s name.

Taeyeon took quick long strides and held Miyoung in her arms—tenderly, tightly, as if Miyoung was dissipating like the clouds in a starry night. “I’m sorry.” She rested her jaw on Miyoung’s crown. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I know.” Miyoung mumbled as she burrowed her face on Taeyeon’s chest. “I understand.”

It was in moments like this, when Taeyeon waver from her given role. Miyoung’s compassionate understanding tramples her logic to the ground. It makes her forget

what they should be—how they should be. It knocks whatever discretion she had instilled in her mind. It makes her vulnerable to Miyoung’s affection.

And it tears her inside out.

For what they feel is forbidden. It was not supposed to be, not meant to be. It shouldn’t be. But it was more than enticing, more than enthralling, more than anything they had ever felt before. It was bewitching, intoxicating, hypnotizing. And it chained them together before anyone can even plea for escape.

They were in a quagmire of desire and none wanted out.

Miyoung made a gap between them and gave a small reassuring smile at Taeyeon, pressing her hands against hers, reassuring the girl that she was okay. “Taeyeon.” Her hand went up to cup Taeyeon’s cheek. “I’m scared.” Her hand fell. She shifted sideways and buried her face in her hands. “I’m scared of losing you. I don’t know what I’ll do without you.”

Taeyeon sat on the bed and held Miyoung’s hands, removing them from her face, and then gently turning the girl’s face towards her. She wanted to assure her that she’ll always be hers. But when their orbs met, the deflected response was like a

stabbing knife, cutting her through and through. And it rendered her speechless; for theirs were like broken mirrors, holding twin stares of wretchedness, of longing, of wanting something—someone—they cannot have.

“Power. Position. Marriage. I don’t want any of these.” Miyoung shook her head. “Your brother, he means nothing to me. I don’t want to be with him. I want to be with you. I lo—“

A kiss.

To silence her worries. To placate her heart. To tell her that she feels the same. In a way that they should never say.

It started soft, tender—calming, like the tranquil flow of water in a still lake. Deep and intricate. That was what Taeyeon wanted—to soothe Miyoung. To comfort her other half. To make her believe that even just for a moment, nothing can separate them from each other. Because that is what she wanted to believe, too.

(Even if she knew better.)

Her blood boiled. She wanted to comply with her inner wishes. She wanted Miyoung to be hers as much as she wanted to be hers. Even if it was taboo. Even if it was wrong. Even if the whole world would condemn them. She didn’t care if it’ll make her family hate her.

She was ready to be hated. If only she can have Miyoung, even just for a moment. Just tonight. She was ready to throw everything. For Miyoung. For her. For the both of them.

Taeyeon snaked her hands onto Miyoung’s waist, locking them on her back—her lips departing from the latter for a second. And then, she planted feathery kisses on Miyoung’s neck, savoring each spot with her tongue.

A groan.

Taeyeon felt a pang of thirst in her throat. But it wasn’t just the carnal need for her sweet blood. She knew it was more than that. It was her need for Miyoung. Something she should never ask.

Miyoung had become her happiness, her life—someone that makes her breathe. But Taeyeon felt her life drifting away. She was drifting away. Even in that close

embrace. Even in that intimate proximity. Miyoung was drifting away. And she doesn’t know how to prevent it. And she felt starved of Miyoung’s presence.

She feared it. She dreaded it. She couldn’t take the idea of losing her (to her own beloved brother or to anyone else). She felt so weak, so drained, so powerless. And she wished the vicious throbbing of her heart would stop.

Taeyeon couldn’t take the tugging of her subconscious any longer. It was now or never. She had to show her what she cannot say.

Taeyeon yanked on her dress, unfastening the serpent ties and ornaments that held it to her body. It fell, freely, as Miyoung undid hers. And she felt the cold night breeze brush against her starkness. But the heat in between was more than enough to burn them into ashes.

Taeyeon secured her fingers behind Miyoung’s neck as the latter linked hers in Taeyeon’s waist, pulling each other’s bare body—closer and closer until not a breadth of hair can come between them. Gravity pulled them towards the bed, their eyes not leaving each other. They were talking, silently, expressively—of sentiments, words cannot fully express, of affection they shouldn’t taste. There were no spoken language—just the identical beating of their hearts, just the synchronized heaving of their chests. But everything was understood. It was their

meaningful conversation, their souls speaking to each other—of feelings they were not allowed to verbalize.

Miyoung propped her arms for support on the side of Taeyeon’s head, her long black hair falling on Taeyeon’s pale face. Taeyeon blinked and for that millisecond, memories came rushing in. The first time she heard Miyoung laugh and the first time she saw Miyoung’s crescent eyes. She remembered how beautiful she was and how her heart fluttered in her presence. She felt the rush coming back to her. It was the same palpitation, the same building joy, as she felt now.

It was a tsunami of sensations, hitting her hard—slowly, gradually, and then, she found herself drowning in a deep tidal rush. And, the surge of emotions won’t stop. It just won’t. It can’t. It was pouring, flowing, swirling; as stoppable as a raging tornado, as tangible as the dancing wind.

Miyoung’s gaze darted onto Taeyeon’s reddened lips as she soon seized it— impatiently, fervently, like the world was ending and it was the only moment they can ever be together.

They sank themselves in sin, not caring about morals or statuses or of the roles they were tasked with. That moment, they became ardent thieves who stole time. It was theirs and theirs alone.

None could ever stop them from playing with the burning flames of desire. And like moths attracted to fire, it consumed them.

Miyoung’s fingers intertwined with Taeyeon’s as she took it and pinned it upwards. They started to nibble each other’s curves and the suckling of every inch ensued. They whimpered and groaned in blissful ecstasy, in complete surrender to each other. They were like metals in a piping hot furnace—ablaze together, forged to become one. Wholly. Completely. Entirely.

Taeyeon licked her down, taking her lover’s innocence as she gifted her hers. She savored the pure iron in her mouth like it was the elixir of life itself. Miyoung tasted so sweet, so sweet she couldn’t contain her addiction. Her need is the poison and Miyoung is the only antidote. So Taeyeon gulped more—more and more until her insatiable cravings asks for more.

Miyoung’s flushed skin burrowed against hers as they frolic in their own fiery trance. Skin against skin. Hands and arms entangled to one another. Breaths staggering. Chests heaving. Their wet lips on a conquest to relieve their soul’s aching. Their seething flesh grinding like crafted blades against a polishing stone. Sparks of sweat scorching their sheath and they slowly melted; their sizzling breaths waning—their volcanoes erupting.

Taeyeon knew—right then and there—that she could never offer herself to anyone as much as she had with Miyoung. For she had already given everything, every part of her, every bit of her being, every fiber of her soul. Only to her. Only to Miyoung.

It was her pact. It was her vow. It was her devotion. She is Miyoung’s—from that night and forever.

The abstract moans dwindled as they calmed their sweltering bodies in each other’s embrace, their tangled bodies in a warm cuddle. Miyoung nuzzled on Taeyeon’s chest as she tried to mask the rain pouring from her eyes with their sweat. But Taeyeon knew. She felt how it streamed down her body.

She also felt how Miyoung savored her, how she slowly smelled her scent, how she gently caressed her—her soft fondles, it lingered. It was as if she was memorizing all of Taeyeon.

And they both knew why. After this night, Miyoung will have to depart from her. She will have to leave her. She will have to abandon her.

That is the mandate of their world.

Taeyeon couldn’t help the poisonous thoughts from lurking in her mind. It was howling, roaring, asking her why she can’t be selfish too.

(Why can’t she? Why can’t she be with her?)

“Taeyeon-ah.”

“Hmmm?”

“Thank you.”

Taeyeon had to bite her own lips to prevent her swollen heart to burst. She had wanted to be strong. She had wanted to give Miyoung the last image of her as someone capable of being adequate, someone understanding, someone who can be a sturdy wall whom she can lean on. She had wanted to stay beautiful and strong in her memories, forever.

But her eyes betrayed her. And she couldn’t stop the storm from coming. She held her as tight as she had never done before, her own rain falling on top of Miyoung’s head as she stifled the sobs that gave her weakness away.

“Taeyeon.”

“Hm?” Her throat blocked and shaky.

“Promise me you’ll never cry for me again.” Miyoung’s was not different. They were crumbling in each other’s embrace. “Whatever happens, I don’t ever want to see you crying for me again. Please.” She held Taeyeon tighter.

Against her will, Taeyeon nodded. “I promise.” Not in front of you, my love.

Taeyeon closed her eyes, thinking that she was wrong. Leaving her brother and his party for her room was not a bad choice. Because… it was the best decision she had ever done in her life. Being with Miyoung is the best decision she can ever have in her entire life.

And then, they succumb to their last night together, relishing every fleeting breath they can ever have in each other’s arms.

///

Miyoung woke up drenched in sweat. But she didn’t mind the sticky feeling brought by the perspiration. Her eyes automatically glided towards Taeyeon’s angelic face. Her lover was sleeping so peacefully, she couldn’t help the smile forming on her lips.

She carefully whisked the long stray brown bangs over Taeyeon’s eyes. She wanted to see her, all of her, her delicate features, her lovely lips, the quiet heaving of her chest. She slowly sealed all memories of Taeyeon in the depths of her heart. It was the only thing that she’ll take with her. Her wonderful memories of Taeyeon. She would never forget the happiness Taeyeon had brought her.

She glanced at the sky from the opened window. It was still dark. But the mist of dawn was already there. The time to leave was coming and her heart felt the wrenching agony beneath her skin.

(Why can’t she be with Taeyeon instead?)

Miyoung sighed and she felt the cold metals against her bosom. She lifted it. A lock and a key. The bind that Jessica made for Taeyeon and her. It glistened and a thought struck her. If she leaves, there will be no need to keep the two together. She detached the key necklace and laid it on Taeyeon’s opened palm.

“The lock was made for you, to curb your appetite. And the key was for me, for my protection… from you. But others will never understand that you don’t need to be controlled. And that I don’t need to be shielded from you. My life, my happiness, you would never harm me.” She whispered softly as she traced Taeyeon’s cheek with her fingertip.

“Instead, let me take the lock. Let it be the bind that will seal our memories to my spirit. So, I will never forget. Even for a thousand—No—not even for a million years to come. Even after I pass to the afterlife, let it be the link of my love to you. So I can remember. That once, there was you, a Taeyeon who had loved me, who had breathed life unto me, and that I was happy because there was you. There was us. Good bye, Taeyeon. I pray you find the same happiness you have brought me.” She laid a soft kiss on her head.

And she rose, ready to face her life as Minea Youngkai, the Lamb who will marry her given fate. But when she turned her gaze to the door, her eyes widened. And her whole face was filled with dread.

There on the door was a man mirroring her own petrified expression.

It was Jiwoong.

///

His fists clenched tightly, his eyes were in a flare. And she knew, if she wasn’t the Lamb, he would have strangled the life out of her in a heartbeat.

“What have you done?” Anger was in his voice as he pranced inside his room.

It just so happened that Jiwoong was to surprise his beloved sister that morning. He planned to take her out the palace for a horseback riding trip, something that the both of them used to enjoy when they were younger. As it turned out, he was the one who got the shock of his lifetime. He saw his fiancée planting a kiss to a sleeping Taeyeon and the nudity was enough to tell him what had transpired between the two women.

“I love her.” Miyoung answered with a straight face. She wanted him to know that Taeyeon is the only one she’ll ever love.

“LOVE?” He was shaking, his face the color of the garnet ornament on her head. “What does a puppet know of ‘love’?” He grasped her elbow. “Do not mistake lust for love, woman! How can you do this despicable act? How can you corrupt my sister? Your own sister-to-be!” His eyes were filled with anger.

“It was mutual.” Her voice was weak, small, but her eyes were on his, conveying her desire to defend their love even if it was just in words. She wasn’t as fragile as he thinks she is.

“You could have killed her. Do you not know?” His brows arched.

“I would never—“

“Oh, you probably won’t. But your father will.” He exhaled a deep breath of air and he let her arm go. “Are you really that naïve? Do you really not know what your father had in mind with our marriage?”

“The prophe—“

“HAH! Prophesy! The water is still. The yellow serpent is in hiding. It has not attacked a town in years! And you still think this union between our Houses is all about fulfilling the stupid prophesy? You have eyes but you do not see; ears but you do not hear; a mind but you cannot comprehend. What a foolish, foolish girl you are!” He straightened his back and scowled at her. “The only prophesy your father has in mind is him ruling the world. THAT and nothing more. Do you really not know?” He looked at her with contempt. “I lived in your House for three years. And I had witnessed his brutality and how his ambitions grew. I know what he is capable of and what he intends to do. He’s preparing for war and our child will be his way to victory.”

“OUR child? You speak like a true father to an unborn. You even have a life planned ahead for him.” Miyoung couldn’t hide the hiss in her voice. “A tool, you say? And I thought you would have been a better man as you are a better brother; but you’re no different from my monstrous father, are you?” Miyoung gritted her teeth.

“Do not mock me, Minea!” He retorted in a threatening voice, their faces an inch apart. “Everything I did, every step I took, I did it to protect my family—to protect Taeyeon. And here you come, threatening her safety, when I was all so ready to sell myself to your father’s greed to appease him. I swear, Minea, I swear, I would

rather have your head on a platter rather than my sister’s if your father asks for it.” He spouted.

“I am willing to die for her.”

“But you won’t. Not yet at least.” He stepped back. “King Leonidas has plans for us. For our child. Our offspring will bear a blood purer than any pureblood’s. He will have the power of all Houses in his body. And your father wants that. Do you know why?”

Miyoung looked down and shook her head.

“The Drakon.”

“The Drakon cannot be tamed. Father cannot—“

“Who says he will?”

“What do you—“ And it hit her. King Leonidas wanted their child to control the Drakon for him. He will use their child to gain its power to annihilate anyone who does not bow down to him. (What a cunning, cunning old man her father is.)

“The Drakon destroys anything that it deems impure; such was its purpose in life. So something divine, someone innocent, someone of pureblood, it would never harm. And a being such as that is what your father desires.” Jiwoong closed his eyes, his hands massaging his temples. “Sometimes, it makes me wonder, is the Drakon really the evil one?” A tired smile on his lips and a faint sigh.

“If your father finds out about you and Taeyeon… my sister… my poor, poor sister…” His eyes were filled with worry. “He would not so much have a blink of an eye, he will have her killed.” His eyes became moist as he stared at her. “And you speak of love? You, who would be my sister’s murderer?”

“I love her. That is not a lie.” Miyoung looked him in the eye. “And I would do anything for her.”

“Prove it.”

Miyoung knew what occurred next, like how her dress kissed the floor and how she buried her face on his bed; how her fingers clawed on the sheets with each thrust and how her eyes clamped shut to hold back her tears. She knew everything, felt everything he did. But the pain numbed her heart.

And silently, inwardly, in the depths of her heart, in the core of what was left of her, she wished he was Taeyeon instead. But Taeyeon was never rough; Taeyeon would never hurt nor harm her.

Taeyeon is gentle. Taeyeon is love. Taeyeon is her happiness. Taeyeon is her life. And he is everything that is not her. He is death. And she is dying a slow agonizing death.

And so, on that moment, Miyoung returned to being Minea, the sacrificial Lamb.

The dream has ended and the nightmare has begun.

III

III

Large stone slabs paved the long stair-like path towards a temple inside a crevice at Mount Sinai, the burial ground of the Nephilims—the Great Temple. In each kilometer up was a burning cauldron, lighting the dimmed way.

Colossal white columns stood erect at the entrance, supporting the arched marble roof of the Great Temple. Gigantic carved symbols of Ancients who were renowned from each of the four Houses decorated its walls. And a couple of centaurs, half man, and half horse— holy guards of the shrine—were on the entry, guarding the abode.

The sanctuary is not only considered as the sacred entombment of the Ancients but also a refuge for the purebloods. It is a place of comfort and a place of meditation, in pursuance of inner peace. Ironically, the gloomy room they locked her in was anything but that.

“You seem to be growing enormously well, Princess Minea.” A soothing yet masculine voice came into the room catching the attention of the said princess. As she shifted to glimpse at the source by the door, a tall lean man, wearing pelt armor with a triangular earthen cloth pinned into his left shoulder by an onyx brooch, bowed into her line of sight.

“Maximus.” Minea couldn’t help but smile (though not as she used to) at the recognized figure. It was golden for her to receive or even have a guest, let alone a familiar personage now in her presence, thus it was refreshing to her mundane existence.

After her wedding with Prince Jivulus, she was sent—exiled—to the Great Temple with only Jeshkaria as her comfort. No one else bid her a visit. It was an unspoken command, as if someone had indeed forbidden anyone else near her.

The fresh scene brightened up her mood as revealed by the radiance of her face.

Maximus pulled a chair from a nearby dining ensemble and seated himself in front of the princess—gesturing her to skip the formalities with a wave as she was about to sit up and stand in his welcome.

It was a known fact that Minea had troubles with her progressing condition, as it has been deemed necessary for her to be confined in bed for the last months.

“Are you saying that I’m getting fat?” Her forehead creased as she lifted herself up to a comfortable position, sitting up with her back supported by the headrest of the queen-sized bed.

“Ahahahah!” Maximus gave out a hearty laugh. “I’m afraid, ‘getting fat’ is an understatement.” He continued to tease.

“Hmph! If it weren’t for the fact that Jessica is your cousin, you wouldn’t catch me taking the least interest in you. More so, I wouldn’t even talk to you.” She retorted, though with a playful smile.

“And for that, I thank the heavens! Luckily, I was born related to her. Not a pureblood, but a Nephilim nonetheless.” He spread his arms and bowed as he chuckled. “Anyway, kidding aside, how are you? It’s been years since I’ve last seen you.”

“Still the same old puppet you knew.”

“Hmmm. I see.” His eyes turned soft as his gaze landed on the evident bulge she has under the covers. “How long till we see the little prince?”

Minea patted the bump on her abdomen. “A full moon after your wedding.” She grinned. “I’ve heard that you’re finally tying the knot. Is that why you’re here? To bid your first love adieu?” A playful smirk was on her face.

A chortle escaped him. “Ah! So you can tease me now?”

“I joke from time to time.” She shrugged.

“Ahahaha. I see you have become livelier.” He grinned. “Yes, I’m finally getting married, so I came to see you first.” His eyes showed a tinge of sadness but a smile crept on his face. “I”ve heard that you and my fiancée became very good friends during your stay in the House of the Blue Serpent.” He exhaled sharply. “I had only met her once. It was her fifth birthday that day. And I can still remember how small she was. And how playful! Imagine putting a lizard in Jeshkaria’s soup? Can you believe it? A little prankster as her brother would call her.” He looked at Minea, an endearing smile reflected on his eyes. “Seeing that you brighten up more

with the mere mention of her, I can deduce, quite easily actually, that you two had a great time together.”

Minea responded, quite hesitantly, a tinge of sadness in her eyes. “Yes. Taeyeon…She’s…a good person. It wouldn’t be difficult to love her.”

“I see.”

It has been a solemn pact between Jivulus and Minea for her to cut all ties with Taeyeon, sealing everything they had in complete secrecy. And that is one of the main reasons why she didn’t say a single word against her exile to the Great Temple. It was their way of protecting Taeyeon.

“Lady Minea.” He broke the silence, bringing the princess back to reality.

“Yes?”

“I don’t think that you’re that naïve not to know what your father intends to do with your child, are you?”

“Jivulus told me.”

Maximus sighed. Deep in his soul, he wanted to be Minea’s only knight–the wall she can lean on, the person she can rely on, the one who will protect her with all his might–for she was–is the love of his life. So when he had learned of her fate, sold to the House of the Blue Serpent as the Lamb, just like a common commodity, he just couldn’t bring himself to accept it.

To Maximus, Minea is a precious stone, a priceless gem. And to find her disregarded just like that by both her husband, Prince Jivulus, and her very own father King Leonidas, he just couldn’t calm his broken heart.

“Jivulus doesn’t love you.”

“I know. He’s in his House, preparing for his sister’s forthcoming union with you. While I’m here, bearing his child.”

He diverted his glare to his sandals, his hands clutched in tight fists in an attempt to control his rage. “Your father and him…they—“

“I know. They had an arrangement. My father will use this child to tame the Drakon. As you know, he desires greater power. And this child is his way to achieve it. In return, Jivulus’s family in the House of the Blue Serpent will be spared of father’s debauchery when time comes.”

“And you will just submit to their devious intentions?” His eyes widened. “After all you’ve been through, that child… He doesn’t deserve to live a pitiable life!”

“Our lives had always been pitiable, Maximus. We have lived according to the standards our family has required us to live. And that…That, in itself, is even beyond pitiable.”

“True. But now, you’ll have the means to change it.” He stood up. His right hand reached the inside of his pocket, then revealing a small pouch. He pulled a small bottle out of it and handed it carefully to Minea as he kneeled beside her.

“What is this?” She scrutinized the dark bottle she was given, carefully tilting it, trying to see through the translucent glass with the aid of the light coming from the ignited cauldrons lighting the room.

“Poison. It wouldn’t kill you though. But it would…” He didn’t need to finish his sentence. He knew Minea understood as her eyes showed a tint of horror.

“You want me to take the life of my own child?” Her voice was calmer than she had expected it to sound.

“All your life, your father hadn’t seen you more than a mere tool. You know how it feels, Minea! I’ve seen you crumble. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t help you.” Sadness engulfed his statement. “And that child… He will be thrown into a merciless war! Used like a weapon for mass destruction! And when he had done his purpose, he will be nothing more than a monster!” He sighed. “But…If I could save your child from that nightmare…Even if it costs us his life, it will surely ease my heart as it will yours. It would be better if he wouldn’t even have a glimpse of this wretched world.” His tone was determined. “Do not worry. I will send people to come for you. A few days before my wedding, they will come and take you to a safer place.”

The bottle pivoted in her grasp as she twirled it, gazing at the murky contents of the container. “You’ve always tried your hardest to take care of me, Maximus.” She smiled, her eyes turning to crescents. “Thank you.”

///

The House of the Blue Serpent was filled with merriment as their princess was set to marry in a few days’ time. A horde of the House’s livestock were fattened; the palace, decorated with all the lavish garlands all royalty was expected to. And everyone was enthused at the forthcoming union between another two Houses. Everyone was excited. Everyone. Except the bride-to-be.

“The tips of your hair had turned golden, Taeyeon.” Yuri stood across the private training hall, eyeing her petite cousin while she shoots fire arrows to a target. “I think you should stop using magic. It’s changing—“

The sound of shattered clay pots echoed throughout the hall. The remains scattered the once polished floor, and the walls surrounding, charred.

“Taeyeon.”

“I’m training, Yuri.” She answered coldly. “Quit yapping. I need to concentrate.”

Taeyeon continued. She summoned a ball of blue flame on her palm and shot it to a nearby hay of dummies. It burned instantly. She skillfully repeated it again and

again, burning the others as set on different locations in the hall, but still seemingly unsatisfied of her ability to control the said element.

“Taeyeon.” Yuri just couldn’t take it anymore. She stepped forward and grabbed her arm, constricting her movements. “Stop it.”

“Let go, Yuri.” Taeyeon didn’t even look at her.

“Can’t you see? The more you use these powers, the more you change.” Yuri sighed. “We don’t have Jessica here. What if something else changed in you and we couldn’t handle it? Taeyeon… Please. Stop this.”

“I’m fine, Yuri.” She forcefully pulled her arm from Yuri’s grasp. “I’m just doing what my parents want—what everybody wants. I’m training. This is what they want, right? For me not to be weak!” She paced forward and tried to make the fluid from a jar levitate.

The liquid floated about five feet off the ground before it fell abruptly. Taeyeon hissed at the failed attempt to even maintain its altitude. She had considerably improved in the skillful command of all the elements over time, all except water. And it has been vexing her to the core.

“Taeyeon. Please. Let it go. Let her go. You will be married in a few days’ time.” Yuri knew what—who—was really plaguing Taeyeon. She always did.

“Is my sister having wedding jitters?” A wide grin was painted on Jiwoong’s face as he entered the room unannounced.

The two ladies swiftly turned their heads towards the unexpected visitor.

“No.” Taeyeon answered blankly. “How long have you been there?”

Taeyeon’s condition has been kept under wraps, confined in the four corners of Taeyeon’s room, known only to the four princesses. Before Jessica left, she emphasized on the importance of keeping this secret to the grave as it was necessary to protect Taeyeon from the eyes of the Tiger. Her powers should be suppressed and shall not be used in public at all cost.

“I just came in.” Jiwoong approached her. “Have you been working late again? Your mood has been affected again, sister.”

‘Jiwoong does not know. He must not know. He shouldn’t know anything about me and Miyoung.’ Taeyeon repeated the mantra in her head while she concocts an excuse to make up for her recent behavior.

“Taeyeon’s been very busy lately, Jiwoong.” Yuri aided Taeyeon, sensing her predicament. “And the wedding is near. It’s understandable to be a little…sensitive.” She weakly smiled. “So, how’s Jessica? Is she attending the feast?” She diverted the topic.

Jiwoong exhaled, seemingly in deep thought. “Ah, Jessica… She…”

“She can’t come.” Taeyeon finished his sentence. “Jessica’s attending to Princess Minea’s needs.” Her voice was flat as she turned her back at them, her attention directed to the continuance of her earlier interrupted activity.

“Ahahahaha.” Jiwoong rested a hand on Taeyeon’s head, halting her attempt to proceed and ignore them. “You miss Jessica, don’t you? That’s why you’re being a grumpy little kid. You miss your alchemy partner! Ahahahahha.” He messed her hair as he rubbed her head playfully.

“Aish, Jiwoong.” Taeyeon took the hand from her head a little harshly than intended. “What if I do miss her? What are you going to do about it?” ‘Yes, I miss her. I miss Miyoung so much. You took her. You stole her. And I miss her so, so bad.’

Jiwoong sighed. “You know she can’t come here. Your sister needs her. She’s going into labor a full moon from now. And that’s very soon.”

“Can we visit them there, instead?” Yuri asked casually. “Truthfully, I still don’t get why they needed to depart to the Great Temple. Miyoung could have given birth here.”

“The Great Temple is a more… favorable place for her to give birth to our child.” Jiwoong straightened his back, his tone becoming serious.

“Brother.” Taeyeon stared at the ground.

“Hmmm?”

“A few years ago, you said that you’ll grant me any wish I ask, remember?”

“Yes.”

“I want to go to Mount Sinai. Before my wedding. I just… need to sort some things out.”

Jiwoong’s face turned grim. Inwardly, he knew what—who—Taeyeon had in mind in her request. And he knew it was not going to be a good decision for her to go there. As much as possible, he wanted Taeyeon and Minea to cut ties, never to see each other’s shadows ever again.

But a promise is a promise. He couldn’t just back out of it. He is a prince after all.

“Very well then. I’ll go ahead of you so I can welcome you there. I must act as a good host, right?” He smirked. “Rest for today and go tomorrow.” He turned his heels and went for the door. “I shall greet you in Mount Sinai with my wife then.”

With that, he saddled his horse and went towards the Great Temple.

///

“WHAT?” Jessica’s shout reverberated throughout the enclosed chamber. “That Maximus! How dare he—“

“He means well, Jessica.” Miyoung tried to placate her cousin’s outburst.

She had told her about what Maximus had proposed. After all, it was Jessica who she can only trust in this doomed place. Whatever happens must be told to Jessica, so she can help her.

The girl crossed her arms and stared intently at Miyoung, trying to read her mind. “What are you thinking? Are you going to kill your own child?”

“What do you think should I do?” Her tone was composed as she rubbed the bulge on her stomach. “Should I do it?” She had a serene smile on her lips.

“Miyoung!” Jessica shifted from her seat, agitated at Miyoung’s words. “Don’t you dare hurt your own child!”

“Hurt?” She looked at Jessica in the eye, the calmness in her orbs. “My father would use this child. Wouldn’t I save him a thousand sorrows if I end his life now? Now, when he has not yet seen the ugliness of this world would be a perfect time, wouldn’t it?”

“Miyoung—“A few knocks and an announcement cut Jessica off.

“Princess Minea, your father King Leonidas is here to see you.”

Miyoung and Jessica looked at each other with wide eyes. What could have possibly made him come to the Great Temple? Did he have knowledge of Maximus’s treason against his plans?

Miyoung was quick to hide the dark bottle under her pillow as Jessica stood up to welcome her uncle.

A muscular bearded man, as tall as two burly men on top of each other, came inside. A white lion’s head on his right shoulder, its thick fur as his cape, a gold plated circlet with pure diamond crusts on his forehead, his bare chest showing his toned muscles, an armband of white obsidian and diamond on his left arm with the symbol crest of the House of the White Tiger. It was King Leonidas, Princess Minea’s father.

Jessica gave a courteous bow and excused herself. The King responded with a quick nod, dismissing his niece from his presence. And as the door closed, he stepped in front of the hearth at the east side of the room, a piece wood on his hand—his back facing Miyoung.

“How’s the baby?” A cold mighty voice emitted from his mouth.

Miyoung darted her sight to her father’s back. She had always envisioned that his broad shoulders were among the few that could—should—have been a sturdy wall that she can rely on in moments like this. Sadly, even after all these years, she was still nothing to him but a mere pawn, a mere tool— not worthy of worry, or care.

She has been rendered bedridden for months because of her pregnancy, and not once did he bid her visit throughout those agonizing months, not merely a part of his shadow. Only now did he come, and much more to her dismay, his first words

to her weren’t even to check on her. He was more concerned of the child in her womb to even mind asking how she’s been.

“Jeshkaria made some panaceas to help strengthen the child.” She flatly reported.

“I see.” He threw the piece of lumber he’s been holding unto the fire, his hands automatically clasped together to his back after. “As I have predicted, it is a wise decision to keep Jeshkaria with you.”

Silence engulfed them. And as foreign as it may seem, it felt calming to her.

“That child.” He exhaled. “You know his significance, I assume.”

“I’ve been told. This son shall be yours to command as you see fit.”

King Leonidas pivoted his heels, now facing Minea. His eyes bore a sharpness of pride and posture, the stiffness of stone, some of his common features that also gave him the nickname ‘The Lion’. “History shall write the greatness of our House into its book. It shall etch a record of how we have attained a divine goal—the unification of all Houses into one House. That no one—not even our predecessors

or our descendants—can win over.” An egotistical smirk. “And it shall start with the name of your son, my grandson, the heir to my throne.”

“I do not understand, my King. Isn’t it your wish to rule over every being, every House, every breathing creature in this realm?” Her orbs sparked with curiosity. “So why are you giving the credit to this child?”

“My only wish is peace, Minea.” His composed retort surprised her.

“Peace…through war? Through chaos?” Her eyebrow rose.

“War and chaos are but illusions, a mirage before our redemption, Minea.” His dark orbs glinted with fire. “Our kind had walked on a path to destruction ever since our ancestors accepted sin. And the only way to save us and prolong our lineage is to create a pandemonium, so great that everyone would unite for a common will. My will. Our House’s will. The House of the White Tiger shall be the ruling power that will reunite the kinship cut by our ancestors’ mistake. It shall be, as the prophesy foretold.”

“An offspring bearing the blood of the four great houses—this child?—shall cleanse the world of its impurity and end the Ancient’s misery.” Minea mumbled.

“That is right. It is not a hidden fact that our ancestor’s downfall was ushered by their greed.” King Leonidas returned his vision on the embers in the fireplace. “And there is only one way to tame greed—with power. Tremendous and immense power. An iron fist that no one can disobey. A power stronger than any other.”

“So you opted to have a war to weed out those who want power? A power that you alone shall hold in the end. You hope to acquire peace by governing all Houses when all others have fallen. Is that what you wish?”

“By eradicating the parasites, we can grow a healthy rose, Minea. And that, we shall do. Your mother would have loved that.” He gave her a weak smile, one that she had first seen in her entire life.

And then, she was left to herself, wondering why she had never seen this side of her father. If only he had been more open to her—if only—then, perhaps... perhaps... she could have believed in his beliefs as well. Perhaps, she could have been the savior—the puppet—her father wanted her to be.

But she wasn’t anymore. She clearly wasn’t that anymore. And it pains her, that now, she was not that puppet anymore.

///

Miyoung woke up with beads of cold sweat trickling on forehead. She sat up, panting heavily as if she had run for miles.

“Bad dream?” Jessica, who was sitting near the fireplace reading, stood up, took a glass of water and sat beside Miyoung—giving her a rub in the back as she drinks.

“No.” Miyoung gave the empty glass back to Jessica as the latter put it on the side table. “A premonition. A very grim vision.” Her breath hitched.

Jessica focused on her more, her pupils constricting. It was a known fact that dreams from the House of the Red Phoenix come true—in one way or another. “What is it about?” Her body tensed.

“Tears. So much tears.” Miyoung clamped her eyes shut. “Jessica.” She gripped Jessica’s arm—seeming to want to get some strength.

“Yes?”

“Do you trust me?” Miyoung’s voice was weak but the strength in her tone was filled with vigor, a sense of anxiety in her throat.

“As you trust me, dear cousin.” Jessica cupped Miyoung’s cheek with a hand, brushing the damped stray of hair away from her face. Her eyes were completely on Miyoung’s. “What is it? Tell me, and I shall help you. You know you can always lean on me.”

“Quicken my labor.” She gazed at the now wide-eyed Jessica. “I have to give birth. Now.”

“I don’t understand. Why would you—“

“Please.” Miyoung’s eyes were pleading, her hold tightening. “Trust that I mean well. There is a great danger coming, a danger I could not fathom. But it is certain to occur. Tonight. And when the sun sets again, it shall set on a new world—one that I’ll know nothing of.” Her hazel orbs constricted. “Time is running out, Jessica. This is the only way I can save this child. He has to live out of me, away from me—so he can live. So do it. Do it now.”

Jessica’s mouth was agape for a second and as her astonishment subsided, she shifted, stood up, and gathered herself together. She paced towards her bag, searching for a flask that could grant Miyoung’s wish. A turbid purple container was taken out.

“Drink.” Jessica passed her the bottle. “I’ll get a tub of hot water and a bag of clean linens. Wait for me.”

And she left the room in haste.

///

“PUSH!” Jessica coached in between Miyoung’s spread legs, her cold sweat mirroring the laboring woman’s. “Come on, Miyoung. Just a little bit more. I can see his crown already. Just a little—“

“Mmmmp!”Miyoung gripped the wooden headboard for support and bit the rolled cloth in her mouth as she pushed harder. Her body trembled as she felt the pain

thrashing within her body. It was as if she was being ripped apart, her pelvic bones forced open.

The sound of sudden gush of blood was heard. Jessica was quick to tie and cut the umbilical cord, then wrapping the newborn in clean cloth. She stood up and laid the infant beside his panting mother.

“He didn’t even cry.” Jessica smiled, relief in her face as the delivery didn’t become as complicated as she expected it to be. “A healthy son, Miyoung.” She wiped Miyoung’s forehead with a cloth and assisted her to sit up and to take the infant in her arms.

With a quivering hold, Miyoung held her son in her arms. And in that instant, she knew the excruciating pain she had experienced couldn’t even compare to the bundle of joy in her arms. Her son. Her son is a bundle of sun wrapped in her delicate arms.

How can something so small make her feel as if the center of the world shifted and focused on him alone? In just a second, in that exact moment when his tiny hazel orbs met hers, he pulled her heart into his. And Miyoung knew, she can never let anything hurt her son.

No one.

No one.

She would die first before anyone can hurt her son—over her dead body.

Miyoung never had a mother so she never knew how to be one. What to do or how to care—how to love. But she wanted to be one. When she saw her son, she wanted to be one. Just in that moment, she wished to be one. She would protect her son, no matter what.

“He’ll be a good child.” Miyoung gently touched the newborn’s pink cheek and the smile of a mother curved her lips. “He has the same calmness as Taeyeon.” She planted a soft kiss on his small forehead. “Apollo. I name you, Apollo—the sun of my life.” She bit her thumb, blood oozed out, and she drew an ancient rune on his bare chest.

“Miyoung, what are you doing?” Jessica’s brows creased even if she knew what the gesture meant. After all, it was her who taught Miyoung the symbol—the bind intended for Taeyeon.

Miyoung ignored the question and continued on her task. She took a moment to cherish her son and soon after, she removed the lock necklace that dangled from her neck and put it on the infant. “I’m sorry. I’m a very bad mother.” Her eyes moistened. “This is the only thing I can do for you, child. I would…I will never let anyone use you like they’ve used me. No. My misery is enough. You do not deserve any of it. I…I want you to live a happy life, a fulfilling life, far away from this chaos.” She clamped her eye shut as she muttered her next words carefully, meaning each word that was to come out. “I bind you. I bind you to a life of a mortal. All your strength as a Nephilim, all that makes you powerful, I seal them.” The rune glowed a radiant hue and as the pendant locked, the bind was done.

And she gave him back to Jessica. “Take him. Run. Run far away from here. Do not look back. Do not return. Just. Please, Jessica, take him and run away. I know I ask for too much. But you’re the only one who can do this for me. Protect my child. I beg you.”

“What are you saying? What about you? I am not leaving without you!” Jessica contested as she held the baby in her arms.

“No.” Miyoung shook her head. “My place is here. I still have a role to fulfill. But do not worry. I will never let them use me again.”

“What do you mean?” Jessica’s voice had become more anxious by the moment.

“Maximus’s potion.”

“You wouldn’t!”

“I will.” Miyoung had a finality in her tone.

“What are you thinking? If you drink it, then it shall destroy your womb completely and—“

“I shall never bear a child anymore.” Miyoung finished her sentence, knowing fully well of the consequences of her actions.

“Miyoung.” Jessica’s eyes were filled with worry.

“This has to be done. I need to end everything, Jessica. For him.” She looked at her son. “And for those who I have learned to love.”‘Her.’

“But—“ Jessica tried to protest but the sudden grip from Miyoung made her flinch.

“I thank you, Jessica. With all my heart, I thank you. But there is no more time. I pray for your safety. Now, go. Go before anyone sees you.” She hastily pulled Jessica in for a side hug, for this might, indeed, be her last farewell.

“I’ll come back. I’ll find Apollo a safe place and a nurturing hand to take care of him. I’ll be back. I promise. Didn’t I promise to be the wall you can lean on when we were but a child?” Jessica’s eyes were moist at the memory. “So I promise. I’ll be back again. For you. We shall reunite again. So be safe, Miyoung. Be safe. I will come for you.”

Miyoung weakly smiled at the warm words of her cousin.

And with a heavy heart, Jessica left the room with Apollo tucked in her arms.

Miyoung sighed. She knew she was doing the right thing—the good thing. It had to be done. She took out the small bottle Maximus gave her under her pillow. Its contents will surely end the plans of her father.

The vision that she had was grim. There were bloody deaths and then, there was only water in her sight. She did not understand it fully. But she felt that she had a big hand in that catastrophe. And she assumed that it might have been her father who had caused such horrible fate in her dream. Because, who would cause a murder so vile except her father?

She wanted to stop it. She wanted to save the ones she loves. She needs to.

She twirled the small flask in her hand, gathering all the courage in her heart to defy her father. For the first time in her life, she will completely and utterly disobey her father. She will end everything tonight in her own way, in her own hands. But a sudden electrifying jolt emanated from her womb. It was as if she was kicked so hard, it made her clasp her midsection. And then, she knew she was going into another labor.

Another child.

Another baby in her womb.

She didn’t expect it. She has never imagined that she was carrying twins all along.

With all the strength left in her, she proceeded in to labor whilst alone. Jessica had already gone on her way in escape with Apollo, and calling for help is definitely off the question, for fear of attracting unnecessary attention. The delivery should be done as discreetly as possible. Fortunately, unlike Apollo’s, the second child’s birth didn’t take long. The agony was more tolerable and the baby came out in less than a minute.

She took the nearest piece of cloth her hands could reach out for and wrapped the newborn after she had tied and cut the umbilical cord herself.

A girl.

A healthy baby girl.

And like her older brother, she didn’t utter a cry as she welcomed the new environment.

Miyoung gazed at the tiny bundle in her arms and a proud smile crept on her face. If Apollo is her sun, the warmth who had made her heart leap for joy; this second child is her moon, the light who brought radiance in that frightful night.

“Artemis.” She stroked the infant’s pink cheeks. “I name you Artemis—my beautiful moon.” A deep exhalation. “I’m a very, very bad mother, am I not? I just gave your brother away. And now, I shall need for you to go the same way.” A weak smile. “I’m sorry I have no means to seal your powers. But I pray you live a good life like your brother’s.” With a shaky body, she tried to stand up.

And with what’s left of her aura, she stood up and summoned an ancient spirit from the embers in the hearth. It took a form of a white deer and bowed down to Miyoung.

“Heed my command, oh, spirit. Take my child to someone with pure heart, someone who would take good care of her. So she can live a life of happiness, a life I could never give her. Find her a good family that will nourish her.” Miyoung handed Artemis to the deer and the bundle floated in midair. “I am grateful for your help. Now, go. Leave. And never come back.” The animal curtsied again and with a gallop, it was gone together with the child.

Miyoung fell on her knees, her bloodied hands on the wooden floor for support. Her whole body was exhausted, drained, and she could no longer stand on her own. Let alone clean herself. But she didn’t care anymore. The blood streaked from her legs, her whole dress soaked. But she just couldn’t care anymore.

Her breath had started to wane, her chest heaving heavily. Her body was too exhausted and the flow of blood out of her had caused her to weaken more. She was losing cognizance.

And then, amidst the twilight of her consciousness, a sudden person entered her mind—Taeyeon. The Taeyeon who would smile at her and make her feel strong whenever she’s weak. The Taeyeon who would make her feel special, wanted, loved. The Taeyeon who would warm her in her embrace, not letting any form of coldness to get to her, shielding her, protecting her from anything that can hurt her. Taeyeon. Her Taeyeon. How she wished she could see her one last time.

And then, her train of mellow thoughts halted. She was reminded of her unfulfilled responsibility. ‘The bottle. The task.’ She quickly fumbled for the bottle she had intended to drink before the unexpected and untimely birthing of her unforeseen second child. But before she could empty the flask of its contents, the door creaked open.

“Minea.” A man called.

And as his eyes found her on the floor with blood all over and a small bottle in her hand, fear crept on his face. “What have you done?”

Both held the same petrified expressions in their faces.

“Ji…woong.”

And then, it became black.

///

Taeyeon and Yuri saddled their horses for Mount Sinai at early dawn. The sun had not risen yet, thus the darkness of the skies, and the lingering cold mist was still present in the atmosphere when they departed.

Leaving this early never was preferable for it was either too late in the night or too early in the morning. Most people would still be in deep slumber by this time.

Nevertheless, Taeyeon’s will wasn’t one to falter amidst inconveniences as they embarked in their journey, even with the absence of escorts.

Garbed with thick cloaks to protect them from the weather, they set out in haste. She just couldn’t wait any longer. The earlier they depart, the faster they’ll arrive at their destination—the sooner she can get to see her.

To say that she longed for her would be an understatement. Never did her mind been cleared of the thoughts of her. But as fate has had it, it was impossible for them to be together. As cruel as reality can be, she has to accept it, or at least try to accept it.

And so, she has thought that it would be better that she tie loose ends first before she married another. With this lingering in her mind, she rode her horse as fast as she could. Through the woodlands, across the rivers, and pass the towns, she didn’t even stop. Not even heeding Yuri’s advice of rest after hours into their travel did she stop. She just went on and on, until she came to the Dark Forest—a shortcut to their destination.

“Taeyeon!”

Taeyeon pulled the rein of her horse abruptly, making it halt in an instant, though causing the animal to rear in surprise, moreover, neigh loudly in protest. She calmed it down before shifting her attention to Yuri, an eyebrow raised.

“It’s going to be dusk soon.” Yuri eyed the mouth of the forest Taeyeon was heading into. “I think, it’d be better and safer if we stay in a nearby mortal village for the night.”

Taeyeon’s lips grew into a teasing smirk. “Are you scared of the forest, Yuri?” She tugged on the bridle so her horse turned to where Yuri was.

“Am not.” Yuri bit her lower lip.

“You look like it.” Taeyeon grinned. “It’s easier to go through here though. We’ll be there at midnight or even earlier if we ride quicker. Come on, Yuri. It’s not like we can’t protect ourselves from fiends, Yuri-ah. You’re a Nephilim for crying out loud.”

Yuri playfully punched Taeyeon’s shoulder as a retort.

“Ow! Hey!” Taeyeon acted hurt.

“Heh. Who said I’m afraid? I’m just being cautious. We don’t really have to go through that forest, you know. We can just take the one near the village, the one I told you about. Tomorrow. It’s a little bit longer but I think it’s safer than through the Dark Forest. You know how Jessi—”

“Tsk. Jessica. Jessica. Jessica.” Taeyeon’s eyes narrowed into slits as she wagged her head, teasing Yuri. “You always say her name. If I didn’t know you any better, I’d say you’re in love with her.” Taeyeon pressed the side of her ride with her heel before Yuri could retaliate and the horse galloped its way into the forest.

“Hey! Wait for me!” Yuri rolled her eyes at the teasing comment and followed her cousin into the dark forest, as she didn’t have any other choice anyway.

The olden trees have obscured their surroundings as they journeyed deeper into the forest. The thick leaves of the trees became canopies against the stars’ guidance that Yuri had to light a torch to light their way. The grinding of the horses’ hooves against the coarse road and their soft breathing were the only sounds heard while they slowly treaded through the forest.

It was unusual. Very unusual.

There was no cooing of the owls. No swishes from the bushes. No ferocious grunts from hungry animals. Nothing. The dark forest was engulfed with pure silence.

It was peculiar. Very peculiar.

The silence enhanced their senses naturally, though they still readied themselves for the unexpected. It was like the calm before the storm. Something was meant to happen.

At the peak of their heightened awareness, they heard a faint panting. It was so low that one could mistake it as the wind blowing, but it was quite fast in its pace that once you listen carefully, it was as if an animal which had ran a hundred miles had finally come to a rest, though being very discreet in its breathing.

Taeyeon and Yuri were quick to search for its source, effortlessly determining the exact direction of the unusual sound that has disturbed the dead silence overwhelming the darkness of the night. They gently squeezed the sides of their horses with their calves, influencing them to go faster though staying in control of its movements to not drown the sound with its hooves.

Moments of careful threading later, they finally reached the source of their curiosity.

Their direction was first drawn to a small bundle of what seems to be stained cloth (possibly by blood or mud, though it wasn’t that clear to distinguish yet, for their source of light isn’t that good) at the base of an ancient tree. A white deer with red antlers was resting beside it, obviously the source of the faint panting they heard earlier.

It was apparent that Taeyeon was attracted to the bundle for she paid almost no attention to the said creature. However, as soon as Taeyeon dismounted from her stallion and paced to the direction of her interest, the animal shot its purple eyes towards her, following her every move—seemingly scrutinizing her for her intentions.

Taeyeon continued her pace as she carefully approached the bundle, her mind plagued with curiosity. All of a sudden, as she came even nearer, the deer’s legs stretched, and in a blink of an eye, it was out of its spot, and off into the woods it had gone—leaving the bundle behind and the two in a momentary daze.

“Taeyeon, be careful.” Yuri warned her cousin who already had herself positioned in front of the abandoned bundle, leaning onto the ground carefully eyeing the wad of cloth.

“Yuri-ah!” Taeyeon suddenly took the roll into her arms. “It’s a baby girl! Look.”

“What?” Yuri immediately dismounted her horse and was beside her shortly after, confirming her cousin’s unlikely discovery. “What’s a baby doing here?”

“Look how tiny she is! She must be a newborn. These are blood stains—must be from her mother.” Taeyeon can sense a tinge of familiarity as she marveled at the infant silently resting in her arms, not a bit bothered by its abandonment—sleeping peacefully and soundly. She scanned their surroundings, trying to find the infant’s mother, but to no avail.

The dark forest was, indeed, devoid of anyone but them.

“Do you think the child’s mother got killed by the forest fiends?” Yuri fidgeted, unsure of what this unforeseen event will amount to.

“Or maybe she was abandoned here.”

“Who abandons a baby in the middle of the forest? And that deer—”

Taeyeon ignored her and just cooed at the infant, placing a finger on the baby’s cheek. “Oh! Look, look. She’s got a nice grip on my finger.” Taeyeon looked fascinated as the baby woke up and grasped her finger in response to her earlier feat. “Hah! She’s going to be a nice archer with this kind of strength in her hands. Hahaha. Aren’t you, little beautiful thing?” Taeyeon smiled at the baby. “Should I name you?”

“Taeyeon.” Yuri tapped her cousin’s back as she was taken aback by Taeyeon’s enthusiasm in keeping the baby in the thought of naming it. “We don’t even know if her mother really left her. For all we know, her family might be looking for her. You can’t just—”

“So what do we do, Yuri? I am not leaving this child here.” Taeyeon’s forehead was creased as she glanced at the baby. Her statement resounding her resolution.

“We both know that a human child cannot enter the sacred temple, Taeyeon.” Yuri sighed, reminding her cousin of their precedence. After all, their plan of coming to

Mount Sinai is, still, of outmost priority. Taeyeon needed to go back home as soon as possible. For the faster she gets to Mount Sinai; the faster she can come home and get her wedding done with.

She pouted at Yuri. The infant was so adorable, so beautiful, Taeyeon just couldn’t let go.

“Oh, great. The kind Taeyeon cannot let go of a human baby.” Yuri held her head in exasperation. “Fine. I’ll take the baby to the nearby village. I’ll get the humans there to take care of her. And then, I’ll follow you. Happy?”

Taeyeon grinned widely and nodded.

“You heard that, Yoonalesca? Auntie Yuri will take you to a nearby village. She will get you food and someone to take care of you. So, be a good girl, okay?” Taeyeon rubbed the baby’s cheek, just in time as it opened its eyes drowsily. It yawned ever so cutely and, as if she heard and understood her, flashed her most adorable smile. Yet.

“What?! ‘Auntie’? ” Yuri’s jaw dropped. “’Yoonalesca’?! You named her?” She pointed at the infant, obviously unsettled to the idea of naming the infant, much more so, because its origin was still yet to be known.

“It has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?” Taeyeon beamed though her attention was still locked on the infant. “We can even call her ‘Yoona’ when we get tired of the longer version. Actually, we’ll most likely just use the nickname, since it’s faster and easier to say.” Her lip quivered in excitement at the thought.

Yuri held her nape and closed her eyes. “Ah! Just… give me the baby. And go!” She grabbed the child from Taeyeon’s arms, securing it into hers.

“Finish your unfinished business, Taeyeon.” Her serious tone pierced through Taeyeon.

Taeyeon exhaled. “I shall, Yuri. I shall.” She got up from her couched position and dusted her cloak. “See you soon then.”

With a final look at the infant, Taeyeon mounted her horse and continued on her journey.

///

Jessica rode a black stallion, the fastest and sturdiest that she was able to get her hands on in her haste, as she escaped farther away from the Great Temple. She had traveled for hours, passed through thick and dark forests, and even small mortal villages, but she had not stopped for fear of getting caught. Getting away as far as possible was of outmost importance, rest can wait for it was not only her head which will roll if the Centaurs find out what she has done and who she has brought with her; but also, the poor Apollo’s, too.

The infant was tucked discreetly in a cloth tied to her chest, a black cloak covering her visage. She continued her flight with the speed of the wind, until the horse couldn’t go forward anymore as its sturdy legs weakened; it’s breathing, quick, short, and almost out of breath. Jessica was left with no choice but to dismount from the weary animal and journeying on with her own two feet.

The darkness made it easier for Jessica to conceal her presence from her Uncle’s soldiers, but it also made it difficult for her journey for summoning fire to light her way will unquestioningly attract unnecessary attention. Since she couldn’t risk being attacked by thieves or fiends along the way, she hastened her pace in search of a place to stay the night.

She saw a dense woodland nearby and she lengthened her strides to survey the area. Maybe, she can climb up on one of the big cypress trees, stay atop its branches and be sheltered of the dangers of the night, until dawn to make themselves safer from any untoward attacks.

She was nearing the mouth of the forest when a man came into view. She eyed his appearance, alerting herself of any violent actions that he may do.

His black hair was tied in a long neat braid, a pelt band tied on his head. His wellbuilt body was covered with patches of cattle hide, sewn together to form a kneelength overall with a snake-skin belt tied around his waist. He was barefooted and holds a pair of bows and a quiver of wooden arrows.

‘A mortal.’ Jessica deduced. She took off the cloak that hid her form and approached the man. She halted a few meters away and cleared her throat to get the mortal’s attention.

The instant the lad saw Jessica’s garments, especially the stone bands on her head and on her arm, he kneeled and bowed in her presence—acknowledging her rightful authority over him.

“My lady.” He greeted. “I am Shem, son of Noah. What can this humble servant do for you? I am at your behest.”

Jessica thanked the heavens inwardly. An aid had come for her and Apollo. She knew her Uncle would never look for her in the lowly abodes of humans. It was the perfect hiding place.

“Rise.” She commanded and the man obeyed. “I need a shelter for the night. Do you have a mortal town nearby?”

Shem shook his head. “My lady, I am sorry to say, there is none near.” He sighed. “But—“ He stopped his words, seemingly contemplating if he should continue.

“But what?” Jessica asked impatiently.

“But, I am not sure if it would be to your liking.” Another sigh. “You see, my father had made an enormous ark with many vacant rooms inside. It is akin to a house, as we are currently lodging in there for the past few days. It is the best I can offer now, your Grace. It is just a few walks away from where we are now.”

Jessica sighed in relief. That ark would probably be the safest place Apollo and her can hide in for the night. “Take me there then.”

Shem bowed and pivoted his heels towards home with Jessica following behind.

///

Taeyeon found herself at the entrance of the narrow pathway towards the Great Temple, lighted by small cauldrons filled by glowing coal along its walls situated at opposing sides. She had left her stallion a good distance from it, for only purebloods can enter its grounds.

She is certain that she has gone to this place before, but everything was quite a haze in her recollection. Despite the lack of detailed memories, she was able to retain the important fact that this archaic structure had secret passageways and contraptions built with powerful ancient magic that one wrong turn could cost her an eternity of endless wandering within its unheeding walls.

One of her most vivid memories was when she was merely three. It was her father’s ascension to the throne as the sole ruler of their House and a whole lot of their family has gathered to witness the event. She remembered how the whole sanctuary had made her feel a certain kind of chill within her bones. And she wondered. Is it because of the knowledge that their ancestors’ remains lying in their eternal slumber down its inner chambers that made her feel that way? Or the bleak mystery—she could not pinpoint exactly what—that lies deeper in its walls?

It troubled her, to say the least. It wasn’t just because of the lucid memory, but because, the feeling stayed the same even when she had already grown, even now as she took lithe steps inside its premises as an adult, a woman—a child no more.

She was thoroughly thankful that she had arrived with the full moon lighting her way inside the crevice of the mountain. She had expected Centaurs, the holy mountain’s protectors, to welcome her arrival. She also remembered that her brother would have been there before her. But the stoned twin giants, holding the roof of the Temple on their shoulders, and the colossal black guard dog were the only ones she had seen at its opening. Nonetheless, the fact that she had entered the premises alone did not disturb her at all, despite the eerie atmosphere. In all honesty, she felt better. To face Miyoung alone would make her feel much better.

Her breathing hitched as she had stopped in front of a big oak door after passing many doors, a white tapestry bearing the symbol of the House of the White Tiger was on the door’s side, just an inch away from the cauldron lighting the space.

She knew it. This is the room. Her room. She is inside. And Taeyeon just stood still in front of the door, her feet planted rigidly on the ground.

Hazy rapid thoughts streamed in her mind like raindrops falling from the sky. Thoughts of what she’ll do once she sees Miyoung flashed in her mind, halting her pace, her hand hovering on the door’s handle.

She had imagined it, dreamed of it—every single day since she had left her. And she assumed that she had everything decided, everything planned well for this reunion, and yet, the trepidation boggled her mind. She was not ready. Despite the many nights of dreaming of their meeting, she had found herself not ready.

Will she hug her? Kiss her? Tell her she was sorry for not being stronger? For not defying their families? For letting them take her—for being mute of their love?

Should she ask her how she’s been first? (She has heard that she had a complicated pregnancy and Taeyeon had prayed so earnestly for her health.)

Or should she just tell her that she has come to ask for her final call?

Yes. Her final call, her final decision. It was what she had carefully deliberated on. She would pour out all of her soul, all of the things she didn’t say, all the words she couldn’t say, all the emotions that she kept to herself, howling inside her throbbing chest—everything, everything—she wanted Miyoung to know.

And then…

And then…

If she would accept a life in hiding, a life of difficulty, a life far too different of what she was used to, a life she has not lived before—a life of freedom and love— a life with her, Taeyeon would gladly take her in her arms and run.

Far away.

Far, far away.

They will run to the ends of the earth if they needed to. They will go to a place where no one, absolutely no one, can separate them. They’ll live there, together. Forever.

And a small smile painted on her face. It was her initial plan after all. To lie under the blue sky, thanking the serene heavens for the company of her other half. To breathe the same air and gaze at the stars and moon at night. To have each other’s beating hearts pressed together—to live a simple contented life. With Miyoung. Only with Miyoung.

Until their backs bend and their memories fade, and even if the only thing they can remember is the love that chained their souls in to one, she would always, always still be hers. She would love to live that dream… with her. Only with her.

If only she would accept.

But, if she does not. Then Taeyeon would go back to her House and marry her betrothed.

Yes, that was her plan. Because, a life of misery in another’s embrace is a fitting punishment for her cowardice. Being alive wallowing in regrets—of what could have been and what could have not—seeing that she could have been happier with her and Miyoung with herself, is the path she should tread on.

It was her hell to live.

And so, Taeyeon gathered all the courage in her heart, exhaled a sharp breath, and slowly pushed the big oak door with her trembling hands. As Yuri had said, she needed to finish her unfinished business, to put an end to the loose ties that has been left hanging.

The time is now.

The door creaked as it swung open. Taeyeon had set herself for a long conversation with Miyoung. She was going to convince her to go with her.

(Or die trying, for she realized she can’t continue on without her. She would be a living corpse in her own home, in another’s embrace if Miyoung rejects her.)

But the scene in the room is nothing she had ever prepared herself for. Her orbs widened, her jaws slacked. And she didn’t need to raise her sight to recognize whose bloodied feet were hanging in midair, nor does she need to confirm the presence of a rope on the body’s neck.

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

Taeyeon calmly paced toward the scene. She pulled out a chair from a nearby table, stood on it, unsheathed her dagger, and with a swift motion, skillfully cut the noose from her neck whilst securely supporting the limp body with her free hand and her upper body. She carefully laid her to the nearby bed, completely not minding how much blood covered its beddings.

Gently, ever so gently did she handle her; like protecting a dry feather against the rain—as if she was worried that the sleeping princess would be awakened from a sweet, sweet dream.

(Oh, if she was only just sleeping, please, let it be a good dream.)

A stack of clean linen was piled near the burning hearth and Taeyeon took one, damped it with the stale water in a nearby jar and scrubbed the dried blood off her cool smooth skin.

“You used to scold me for being filthy because I hate taking baths.” Taeyeon weakly smiled at the memory. “Now look who’s the dirty one?” She lightly rubbed her face clean. “There.” The curve on her lips widened as she stared at her completed task. “You look beautiful, Miyoung. But then again, you’ve always been beautiful.” She stood up and threw the sullied cloth into the fiery fireplace.

Taeyeon sat herself beside her again, combing the stray tresses from the face of her beloved. “Miyoung-ah. Miyoung-ah.” Taeyeon called her name in a saccharine tone, her face an inch from her lover’s. “I came. I came for you.” She rested her head on Miyoung’s shoulder as her hands intertwined with her’s. “Did you wait for a long time? I’m sorry. I tried to go here as fast as I can. I really tried. You can even ask Yuri. I took the fastest horse I can get and rode here as fast as the wind.” She childishly whooshed, imitating the sound of a passing breeze. “I came to get you, to be with you. Can we go now?” She tugged her arm, but she responded with none.

“We need to leave soon so the guards wouldn’t catch us, Miyoung.” She leaned closer, her hand cupping her lover’s face. “You’re cold. Why are you cold, Miyoung? Are you sick? Are you hurt? I’m here now.” She tilted her head towards her sleeping princess, resting her forehead on her forehead, feeling her cool pale cheeks between her hands. “You’re making me worry, Miyoung-ah.” Her voice softened. “I might cry! But… but… I promised... I wouldn’t cry in front of you, right?”

Taeyeon’s brows arched inwards, clearly fighting the urge to let her tears fall. “Wake up now, love. I’m here to be with you. No one can break us apart now. I’ll protect our love. I’ll protect you. No one will be able to harm you. No, I won’t let anyone hurt you anymore.” She hugged the lying girl and whispered to her ear the words she had yearned to say.

“I love you, Miyoung-ah. I have always loved you.”

Taeyeon straddled on her as she slowly burrowed her face at the crook of Miyoung’s neck, hugging the person she had missed so much. Her scent, her familiar scent. It has been a while since the last time she had come this close. Her scent was so intoxicating; it lingered in her senses, awakening her long-suppressed thirst.

Taeyeon licked the spot she knew so well, that same spot where she used to drink from—her fountain of life, her Miyoung.

It was the same soft porcelain skin Taeyeon loved to nibble on. But now, it was just that smooth neck without a beating vessel. Taeyeon closed her eyes—her canines glistened as it protruded. Then, her fangs dove into Miyoung’s pale white neck and she tried to quench her thirst. The iron that used to be so sweet—the wine that was filled with Miyoung’s vitality—was now nothing more of a stale drink.

She sat up, hands flaccidly on her side, head tilted backwards, eyes clamped shut— wondering why the taste was different. And then, an epiphany hit her—the truth that her mind had refused to acknowledge. Her eyes gradually opened.

In her lips was the taste of death.

The door creaked and a man’s voice entered her ears. “Princess Titania, what have you done?”

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

Taeyeon heard it again, the sound she had ignored the moment she had opened the exact same door earlier. She was sure it was the sound of something breaking. It was loud and clear. And as her head faced the horrified man on the door, she heard it again.

Crack.

It was louder, clearer, and more distinct now. And then, the realization hit her— that slow agonizing melody.

It came from within her.

But it was not her heart that was breaking.

It was…

Her sanity.

///

“Oh, great!” Yuri hissed. “Of all times to get lost! Aah!” The exasperation in her tone was evident. She had tried to reach the mortal village they, Taeyeon and herself, had passed that same afternoon. Unfortunately, the darkened route and her misguided sense of direction made each turn seemingly the right one, leading to a journey in circles.

After what seems to be hours of figuring out their way to the village, Yuri glanced at the infant bundle tied snuggly to her chest. “Arg. I can’t just leave you here, can I?” The infant returned her gaze whilst yawning adorably. “Besides, it’s too dark here, not to mention, dangerous,” she whispered as she surveyed their

surroundings. “How can I go on my way and leave you here, knowing that no one would see you even if you cry?” She sighed.

As if the heavens were listening, the moonlight gleamed, thoroughly lighting their path—as if urging them to continue. “Great! Now we have light.” She said to no one, sarcasm was on her voice. “Don’t worry.” Her attention back to the innocent bundle. “I was just joking… about abandoning you.” The baby cooed and Yuri can’t help but smile.

“I don’t think it would be wise to pursue the village now, little one. That moonlight might only last for a while. I think it’s better to just go to Mount Sinai, instead.” She tugged the horse’s bridle to pivot the animal toward the opposite direction. She, gently but firmly, squeezed her calves unto the horse’s body. Understanding the gesture, the horse neighed and broke into a furious gallop. “Don’t worry, Yoonalesca. I won’t leave you. I promise.” She held her tightly. “Now, off to Mount Sinai.”

Taking the same forest pathway she had dreaded earlier made her journey to the Great Temple a tad bit faster than she had imagined. Given that she rode her black mare as swift as the wind, Yuri finally landed her tired feet on the sanctuary’s threshold.

The Great Temple is an abode she had never willingly wanted to set foot on. It was inevitable, being a pureblood that she is, to not even have a certain knowledge and personal experience linked to this sanctuary. As a child, she had quite a number of experiences in this place. Out of all her recollections, it was the memory of her parents’ passing, the memorial, and the laying of their remains in one of its inner chambers which had left a bitter tinge of loneliness in her heart that she remembers clearly.

Finally arriving at her destination, the Great Temple in plain sight, Yuri felt something she can’t really set aside and distinguish as she can’t pinpoint what’s causing it. Her eyes scanned the colossal white columns, the marble arches, and the ancient sculptures of the sanctum. There was something different. Something eerie. Something...dark, despite the ivory construction surrounding her.

“Centaurs should be here, guarding the place.” Yuri muttered. “Where are they?” She turned her head to each direction, in search of anyone, but found none.

The entrance of the holy sanctum cannot be walked upon by mere mortals. An ancient magic holds an invisible shield warding humans off as it prevents unwarranted access. And with this in mind, Yuri knew she couldn’t get inside with Yoonalesca tied to her chest.

She was in deep thought as she paced towards the entrance when she smelled the stench of death. She quickly tightened her hold on the bundle against her chest. Something did happen. And she is sure, it’s anything but good.

“Jessica!” She mumbled as she reckoned the girl who had been residing in the temple. “And Miyoung! Taeyeon, too!” Her heart raced as worry struck her of her loved ones’ safety.

She gazed at the main entrance where two stone giants were crouched at its sides, bearing the gigantic roof on their shoulders. “The barrier is still there.” She then directed her gaze to the sleeping infant. She promised Taeyeon that she would take care of the child, and the looming danger she now perceives deems her unable to leave the infant alone.

She heaved a sigh. She tightened her hold onto the bundle at her chest, and with all the courage she had, she run towards the entrance, focusing all her strength to her shoulder—in an attempt to break through the barrier. Her efforts seemed needless though, for she was met by the hard stone floor soon after as she had tripped about a meter into the sanctuary.

“Aw. That hurt.” She rubbed her sore knees. “Hey! You got through!” Yuri smiled at the baby who was now awake and smiling at her in return. “That’s odd though.”

She paused. “But, I guess since you’re with me, you passed that stupid shield.” She shrugged her doubts away.

Yuri stood up and dusted the dirt off her cloak and started to pace her way inside the Temple’s long and dimmed hallway. It seemed like a labyrinth to her with all the secret passageways she knew existed in its dwell. The cauldrons which illuminated the place were scattered and out of embers, which were not helping at all.

She heightened her senses, trying to feel any impending danger. A lighted torch was held tightly as the other hand was holding Yoonalesca as close to her as possible. She was about to turn right when suddenly, she stepped on something sticky. She lowered the torch towards her sandals to see it clearly. And fear crept on her face.

Blood.

It was blood.

Her head turned, left to right, right to left, scanning the place. She was frantic with worry and fear. She looked for any injured being she could help. But then, she saw,

the most horrid view she had ever seen in her entire life. The twisted necks and the pile of…

She turned her head away. Her hold on the bundle tightened.

She was panic-stricken. She couldn’t even scream as she felt like her vocal chords were restricted, as if a metal chunk was trapped in her throat. The grotesque scene was too horrifying; she couldn’t take the sight of it.

She held Yoonalesca closer, utilizing her forearm to shield her senses from the reeking odor she has now learned the source of.

She strengthened her insides as she looked again, hoping that there was a survivor she could save. But everywhere…everywhere was red.

She swallowed the lump that had built up in her throat and decided to go deeper into the temple. She stayed focused on her purpose. She needs to find them, make sure that they are safe. Taeyeon and Jessica…and Miyoung.

‘Miyoung is pregnant. Good heavens, please keep them safe.’ Yuri prayed.

Her pace quickened—careful not to stomp on some poor creature’s ripped piece— and soon, she found herself at the center of the palace, the open ground before the path towards the inner chamber. She halted as her eyes narrowed. There at the center was a girl standing, her back facing Yuri’s sight.

The woman’s waist length hair was as white as her ghostly skin. And Yuri saw that her long dress was stained with what seems to be dried crimson...paint? There were splatters as well, similar to those she saw on the walls.

‘Could it be? But the hair…‘ Yuri’s forehead creased. She stepped forward. “Tae…yeon?” She called.

The woman’s head turned sideward. And Yuri saw, behind the woman’s scuffled hair, was the face of her beloved cousin. It was, indeed, Taeyeon.

A relieved smile almost curved Yuri’s lips. It was her cousin! Taeyeon is safe and she was thanking the heavens that Taeyeon is safe. Almost. Almost. Because, when Taeyeon finally faced her, she saw the constricted purple pupils, the void in her stare and the crimson dripping from her lips.

“Tae—“ Yuri was frozen and before she could run for her life, Taeyeon’s hand was already gripping her neck.

She felt her body against a hard marble column as she was lifted from the ground by Taeyeon’s mere hand in an instant. She croaked. Her lungs screamed for air, though, she couldn’t verbalize its plea. Her feet tried to kick the assailant but to no avail. Taeyeon was just too powerful for her.

Both of her hands gripped her arm, trying to free herself from the hold. She was losing all the energy she had as her clutch loosened. And then, Taeyeon’s head tilted sideways, as if telling her that she was now dead meat, ready to be eaten.

Everything happened so fast, she couldn’t tell which happened first.

Taeyeon delved her fangs unto her neck. She felt the cold enter her. From the tips of her fingers, from the tips of her toes, from the hollows of her eyelids, through her shaking skull, through her shivering spine, through her ribs, and through her beating heart, she felt all her blood being drained—being sucked out.

And when Yuri thought that she was about to die, she heard a faint cry from her chest. Her assailant suddenly froze and let go of her immediately. Yuri fell limply on the ground, her neck still oozing out much blood.

“Yu…ri?” Taeyeon looked at her in confusion, her eyes turning back to its original hazel color. “What… why are you—“ She looked at her bloodied hand and then, she knew, she knew what she had done. “I didn’t… Yuri… I’m sorry… I…” Taeyeon’s voice was shaky, her face filled with worry. “Miyoung…They killed…My Miyoung… They—“

Yuri had difficulty understanding her words as her senses were becoming dull every passing second all because of the continuous flow of blood out of her injured neck. But before she was fully enveloped by darkness, she saw Taeyeon in a blazing blue fire, sets of metal shackles chaining her limbs and neck in to a tight harness, making her fall to her knees. The loud thumping of many soles echoed through the place and undistinguishable howls were heard.

And then, as her eyes finally closed, there came silence.

Everything went black.

“The Council had casted their votes. Hear their verdict.” A figure covered in a long black cloak spoke in front of the private assembly. “For the murder of Princess Minea Youngkai, a pureblood from the House of the White Tiger, and for the heinous debauchery committed in the Great Temple, you, Princess Titania Aeon from the House of the Blue Serpent, are hereby sentenced to a lifetime of imprisonment befitting your status.”

The sound of a wooden hammer hitting a wooden block reverberated throughout the dimly lighted room. And four figures clad in the same black cloak encircled the white-haired girl kneeling at its center.

Her head was bowed down, her face partly covered by her rich white hair, and her neck and limbs were chained with metal shackles. The girl’s face was devoid of emotion as the decree was read.

A circle of ancient runes and powerful spells, drawn with blood, were painted around her. The shackles locked to her extremities were pulled forcibly taut in an instant; her body jerked upwards, and her blank face laid bare for all to see.

The sound of heavy footsteps followed. It came to a halt in front of her, and then, a loud thud reverberated after something huge and metallic was dropped against the stoned floor. The girl stared blankly on it.

A metal casket. A Nephilim’s prison.

The four cloaked figures started to chant an ancient spell. The chains pulled tighter than it could possibly be pulled.

Farther. Farther. Farther away from the center.

The casket’s body opened, a hollowed space of darkness one can see, and she was thrown inside—to live the rest of her life locked forever. Never to see the sun again.

Then, the thunder roared and the lightning cracked. A gust of chill froze their backs.

The earth shook violently as the metal cage clamped shut.

The song of the weeping prisoner entered their ears. And the world was filled with the girl’s woeful tears.

For forty days and forty nights, the rain did not stop.

And thus, the fulfillment of the aged prophesy had come to pass.

Epilogue: A Story after a Tale

Epilogue: A Story after a Tale

1994 A.D.

A black limousine stopped in front a grand structure, visibly exuding the refinement of form and stylistic bravado passed down by the rich architecture of the Greeks. The chauffeur was quick to open its door to a young lady, bowing slightly in courtesy as he raised his right arm towards the propylaeum of the edifice. The lady alighted from the vehicle gracefully, bringing her red stilettos out first, securing her base on the pavement, followed by her white panama hat. She wore wayfarer sunglasses and a dark mini velvet dress hugged her slim physique.

“Thank you.” She smiled at the man. “Here.” She pulled out a few notes from her bedazzled purse and handed it to him, to which the man willingly accepted. Not waiting for his response, she took her leave and walked directly to the building.

“Wait!”

She turned her head to the direction of the loud call, only to see the chauffer, now panting beside her. “You gave me a hundred bucks more.” He rubbed the back of his neck, handing the bill to her whilst still catching his breath.

The modelesque woman turned her body towards the man, removed her sunglasses, and with an angelic smile flashed on her face said, “Your tip.” With a slight nod, she turns her back and continues her stride, leaving a flabbergasted but extremely grateful old man, teary eyed, as if he had just met an angel.

Paintings from all over the world welcomed the young lady as she stepped inside the wide vestible. Intricate patterns in framed canvasses adorned the walls of the renowned establishment, while marble and granite sculptures of distinguished artists decorated its halls.

The building was filled with not just celebrated art pieces but of rare ancient artifacts yet to be revealed to the general public. It was, indeed, a very distinguished museum that locals and even tourists from different parts of the world can’t do without visiting as it grandly displays varied cultures at its finest.

The young lady strode its halls paying little attention to the greatness of the displays and its cultural and artistic significance, not until she reached the point of her interest—the reason for her visit.

On one side of the expansive exhibit hall was a huge glass box, a set of velvetcovered rope lined its parameters, forbidding close contact to the contained artifact. Inside the glass was a tall metal figure covered in what seems like very thick ice. A small crowd gathered around the bizarre exhibit whilst a woman, wearing a sash with a ‘TOURIST GUIDE’ printed on it, was in front.

“Ladies and Gentlemen. Behold this magnificent artifact. This is the newest spectacle of the museum. It was recently excavated from the deepest part of the Arctic. It was named ‘The Iron Maiden’ as it, too, resembles the infamous torture device originating from Nuremberg, Germany.

“As you can see, the metal figure inside is completely covered by a layer of very thick transparent material which looks very much like ice, hence it being called ‘ice’.

“This ‘ice’ is mysteriously too dense that any blade couldn’t even scratch it, more so, crack it. Even the highest temperature attainable, combined with controlled

pressure couldn’t melt the slightest of it. Experts had tried various methods known to man, but have yet to succeed.

“Therefore, they had just decided to keep it in its excavated state for this momentary display, in view of the national museum’s centennial anniversary. The sponsor was, indeed, too kind to let us have the privilege of viewing this remarkable piece in its raw state, whilst still being under research.” She breathed out enthusiastically, ending her presentation. “Now, to our next piece—”

The people dispersed as some followed the tour guide while others went on their own way. The young lady wearing the velvet dress remained standing in front of the glass box.

“It’s been a long time.” She muttered. “How are you, dear cousin? Getting cold?” She chuckled at her well rounded pun.

She stepped forward, nearer to the glass, meticulously eyeing the ‘Iron Maiden’ and its enclosure, until her attention shifted to something thoroughly unexpected.

At the base behind the glass box, in a space that can easily be overlooked was... a mini tetra pack of strawberry yoghurt, in very close proximity to what seems like a pack of cookies.

Her eyebrow rose. “Free food?” Her expression brightened. “Oooh! Is this my lucky day?” She bent down and reached out to take the snacks from the nook while her eyesight scanned from left to right making sure that no one saw. The pack on hand, she tore the crisp plastic wrapper open and bit a cookie to taste.

“Hmmm.

Chocolate

cookies

are

the

greatest

invention

of

huma—

Ooooooooooowwwwww” The cookie fell on the floor, crumbling on impact, as she hastily clutched her leg. “Ah! Ah! Aaaaaah!” She bit her lower lip as she writhed in pain, feeling her shin burning. It felt like it broke.

“Thief!” yelled by a little girl with a one-sided ponytail wearing a blue patterned jumper, a walking stick held firmly by both her hands.

“What the?!” The lady straightened her back hastily. “I’m no thief! Why did you hit me? You, brat!”

“I’m not a brat, and you stole my sister’s cookies!” She crossed her arms and scowled. “What are you going to say to that, ‘Thief’?” Putting great emphasis to the last word. Her lower lip jutted out in annoyance, an icy glare exuding her eyes.

(And yes, if glares could kill, the older lady would have been dead.)

The lady gulped. She felt the shiver travel up her spine. ‘It’s okay, Yuri-ah. She’s just a human girl, a puny, little, teeny weeny girl. She can’t hurt you. You’re strong. Yeah, Yuri. You’re strong.’ She nodded in agreement to her inner monologue.

“I’m not a thief. I saw the cookie down there.” Yuri pointed at the base of the glass as she defended herself. “It’s clearly unattended. Haven’t heard of finderskeepers?” She huffed, a smirk on her lips.

“Je….ssie…” Another little girl came to sight, wearing a baby pink frilly dress and had her hair tied in twin ponytails. A hand was wiping the moisture that formed on her eyes as she was sobbing, while the other hand was extented, reaching out to the other girl.

The girl, wearing the jumper, uncrossed her arms and quickly went to the other girl’s side, momentarily forgetting about the older lady. She passed the walking stick to the other girl’s free hand and helped wipe the younger girl’s tears. “Sssh. Ssh. It’s ok now, Pani-ah. I’m here. I’m here.” Her mellow voice tried to placate the crying one. “Don’t worry. I already punished the evil witch who stole your cookies.”

Yuri’s jaw dropped. ‘Evil witch? How dare you—why this little booger! Inhale, exhale, Yuri-ah. Patience. Patience is a virtue. Patience! She’s just a kid. Just a kid. Yes, Yuri-ah. You’re a very patient being. Inhale. Exhale. They’ll go away soon. Leave them be. Be nice. Be nice. Ignore them. Ignoring them...’

“But... she’s going to be... sad… and... cry… and… I... don’t... want... her... to... cry.” The girl in pink muttered in between sobs, her chest heaving.

“Sssh! It’s okay. I’ll just buy another pack of cookies so your friend won’t be sad and won’t cry anymore. Please stop crying, Pani-ah. Unnie will take care of it.”

The crying girl lowered her hand. “Promise?”

“Yes, pinkie promise.” She nodded. “I’ll even buy the ones with more chocolate chips.”

“Cho …co-late?”

“Uhuh. The big ones!”

The girl in pink stopped crying and wiped her eyes with the hems of her dress. “She… likes milk, too.”

“Okay. Unnie will buy milk, too. Now, say goodbye to your friend, so we can go buy the cookies.”

“No! ‘Bye-bye’ no!” She rapidly shook her head, her two ponytails swung in full synchronization. “We’ll be back again, so ‘see you’ is better. ‘Bye-bye’ is sad.” She explained.

“Okay then. Say ‘see you soon’, now.”

The younger girl stepped a few steps forward. “Don’t cry anymore. We’ll be back soon. With lots of cookies, I promise. See you soon.” She waved to no one and smiled, her eyes looking forward blankly. She turned her body, her walking stick tapping the ground as she finds her way to her sister. The girl in a jumper suit glared at Yuri one last time before she held her sister’s hand and left the gaping Yuri on her own.

“Hah! Children these days.” Yuri shook her head, her hands on her waist.

Suddenly, a pair of long slender arms encircled her waist from behind. Yuri turned her head to see another young lady resting her chin on Yuri’s shoulder, a small smile painted on her face. “You saw that?”

“Everything.” The lady wearing a white petticoat dress pushed her away, a playful smirk on her face. “Can I eat them?”

“What did I say about eating children?”

“Ehrm… They don’t taste good?”

“Yoona!” Yuri called in an admonishing tone.

“Fine. Fine. You said not to eat innocent children.” She rolled her chocolate orbs. “Even if they’re delicious.” She added in a whisper.

“Yoona!”

“Sheesh. Stop shouting!” Yoona lightly tapped the tip of Yuri’s nose and paced forward, towards the glass box—her head tilting on the side.

Yuri let out a sigh as she massaged her nape. ‘Children.’

“So… This is Princess Titania?” Yoona eyed the casket inside the ice.

“Uhuh.” Yuri went beside her as the both stared at the ‘Iron Maiden’. “Did you get what I’ve asked you to get?”

“My name’s not Yoona if I didn’t.” A victorious smirk flashed on her face. “The name’s Professor Seo. He’s under the research department of a multi-billion

company owned by a Korean family, the Choi’s. I even got his address. Ooooh, you so owe me a buffet of blood for this.”

Yuri held a broad smile. Pride was in her eyes as she quickly glanced at Yoona and nodded. Yoona, with a childish grin in her lips, shrugged, turned her back and walked away.

Yuri stared at the metal coffin inside the glass box for a moment. ‘I’ll get you out of there, Taeyeon. I promise. I won’t stop until I free you. I’ll be back. I’ll be back. I won’t give up until you’re out of there.”

She took a small notebook and a pen from her purse and jotted the name of the person she hopes could help them free Taeyeon. The small notebook was thick and worn out. It was a mini journal of Yuri’s adventures since she had seen the Iron Maiden and had planned on saving her cousin from the cold prison.

She had failed. For millenniums, she had failed. But she was not going to stop. Because, Yuri believed that good people should have a happy ending. And Taeyeon is a good person. So, it was only logical to help her cousin get the ending she deserves.

Taeyeon shall have her happy ending. Yuri will try and try until she dies. After all, an immortal only has eternity to try.

She pivoted her heels, joining Yoona outside the building.

The world had changed so much. The coarse roads had been paved and cemented. The animal driven carriages had been replaced by engines powered by gas. The clay houses were now made of glasses and bricks. The fire that used to bring light to darkness was easily dethroned by the small circular glasses called ‘light bulbs’. The world had indeed progressed, it has changed.

But what didn’t was the heavens that looked from above.

Yuri glanced up to the sky. A downpour of rain had just ceased and the dark clouds dispersing, giving way for the sun to shine through. And there Yuri saw, what didn’t change—a serene smile curved her lips.

A ray of varied colors—a rainbow after a storm.

“Yoona.”

“Hmmm?”

“When does a story end?”

Yoona held a Cheshire grin. “When we get our happy ending.”

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Extra File

The Iron Maiden: Profiling & Undisclosed Backstories

Titania (Astronomy, the name of the largest Moon of Uranus; eighth largest Moon in the Solar System) Aeon (also spelled eon, originally means "life" or "being", though it then tended to mean "age", "forever" or "for eternity") - Originally meant to mean ‘The Moon of a Life1’ or The Moon who shall live Forever.

Aka Princess Taeyeon is a pureblood born from two Nephilim royalties and the younger and only sister of Prince Jiwoong from the House of the Blue Serpent, the house known for their sagacious wisdom. She is first seen in the story as a curious fifteen year old princess who would rather break the rules to satisfy her own curiosity, a stubborn princess who deviates from the norm as seen in her refusal to use their given long names and would rather act as she intends to.

She inherited the ability to control water from her father. At first, she was depicted as someone who is unable to master her own element. However, as the story progresses, it was revealed that it was her own choice not to study combat magic because she does not want to hurt or harm anyone. She is a pacifist who dreams of

living a simple and contented life rather than a sophisticated royal life wrapped in politics.

She is also known for having a sweet tooth; often sneaking out of her classes just to get sweet breads and a glass of milk.

She is easily loved because of her kind heart which in turn becomes her best quality. She is also showered with much love by her brother, Jiwoong. These, in the later part of the story, became additional weights to her spiral downfall.

In the middle of the story, Taeyeon was accidentally bitten by the Drakon which had left a deep wound in her neck. She was saved by Miyoung after the girl gave her own blood through a kiss. Taeyeon then experienced a change in herself which became her weakness and her strength, her craving for Miyoung’s blood. This somewhat parasitic relationship had deepened their connection from friends to sisters and finally, to being lovers.

This forbidden affair with Miyoung became a struggle against herself. She does not want to hurt her sibling so it made her mute of her real emotions towards Miyoung and had thus, rendered her torn inside—her brother or her lover? The silence led her to let Miyoung wed her brother, much to her agony.

Before her own marriage to another Nephilim, she decided to fight for her love. But time and circumstances had not been kind. She was too late. Her other half had already passed away.

With the inability to cope up with her lover’s wrongful and untimely death, she had lost her sanity and was implied to have gone on a mindless killing spree. She had become a kind, innocent girl who had awfully turned in to a monster because of love.

She was captured and sentenced to live the rest of her life inside a metal casket. But in the end, without Miyoung in front of her (as she had promised to not cry in front of her lover), all the pent up emotions inside her came rushing out. She wept inside the iron cage, opening the floodgates of heaven, and thus, causing The Great Flood2 that wiped the entire world clean. Thus, she fulfilled the prophesy of their ancestor. A being having the blood of all four Houses—Miyoung’s blood and hers in her body—had cleansed the world of its impurity and ended the Ancient’s misery.

In the epilogue, it was revealed that she, still inside the now named ‘Iron Maiden’, was hidden in the depths of the Arctic for millenniums. A certain Professor Seo had excavated her ‘frozen’ remains and had allowed the artifact to be displayed in a museum.

Princess Minea Youngkai aka Miyoung She is the pureblood princess born from the union of the White Tiger and the Red Phoenix and was selected as the Lamb who shall give birth to a candidate who may fulfill their ancestor’s prophesy. She was depicted as a stoic character at the start of the story, often being too well-mannered and stiff.

She deemed herself weak and incompetent; thus, making her want to be a strong person so her father would approve of her. It was known that she craves for familial love as her mother left the world before she can know her and her father had thrown her farther away from his presence when she was still an infant, making her think she wasn’t really loved at all. She despises people as she had seen how they pulled strings to their own advantage. With Jessica as the only exception, she had shut her heart from other’s advances—only maintaining a civil act towards other beings.

At the first conception of the skeleton of this story, Miyoung was the epitome of the title—an iron maiden, a girl wanting to be as strong as metal. Noting that before iron becomes a strong hard matter, it undergoes a lot of processes under fire. It is the same as Miyoung’s life. From being someone weak and malleable, she became stronger and wiser when the story progressed as can be seen in the decisive decision she had made for her children. In the end, she stood up for what

she really believed in and wanted to happen. But as the fibers of the story came in to sight, the title was given to Taeyeon instead.

She played the catalyst that changed Taeyeon throughout the story as Taeyeon, too, had been to hers.

Sealing her firstborn to a life of a mortal and letting both of her children live a life far away from the beings who had used her, Miyoung became the mother she never had—the mother she wished she had had. Thus, making her a character who had grown out of her weak role.

She was implied to have died by hanging as Taeyeon had found her in her own room in the Great Temple.

In the epilogue, millenniums after, she was reborn as a blind girl—visiting an unknown friend in a museum with cookies and yoghurt/milk.

Deleted character: Sunny As time and some conditions did not permit the author to mold her, she was cut off the story. Sunny was supposed to be Miyoung’s older half-sister. She is the hidden

daughter of Queen Ehlizabeth from an affair with a mortal before she married King Leonidas. Therefore, Sunny is not a pureblood Nephilim but only a Nephilim. Her role was supposed to be Jiwoong’s lover when he came to live in the House of the White Tiger. She was also intended to play as the culprit behind Miyoung’s hanging. But the original plan was not followed and she was not included in writing The Iron Maiden.

Jeshkaria Canaa aka Jessica

Jessica, as Taeyeon had nicknamed her, is a pureblood born from the union between the House of the Black Tortoise and the White Tiger. Therefore, making her the cousin of both Taeyeon (Black Tortoise: Taeyeon’s mother is Jessica’s Aunt) and Miyoung (White Tiger: Miyoung’s father is her Uncle). She is the first princess of her House and is said to be a genius in Alchemy and in elemental magic even at a very young age.

Jessica is not only wise but also a very cunning individual as can be seen in the way she handled Taeyeon’s changing issues. She is quick to make remedy and pacify people’s disbeliefs with just her words. Manipulating situations to her own advantage is her strength. But being too smart is also her flaw. Because she sees the bigger picture, she can overlook the things near her. (i.e. Yuri and Krystal)

She was supposed to be betrothed to a prince from the House of the Red Phoenix when she reached the age of nine. But Jessica is a stubborn girl who will not be used—by her parents or anyone else. She devised a plan so that she can be dismissed from the House of the Black Tortoise before her parents can make her do their bidding. She sought the means to an end she wanted. Thinking that she will be freer in the House of the White Tiger, she left her House and went there instead.

In there, she met Minea who had reminded her of the little sister she had left in their House. A closely knitted relationship blossomed between the two and Jessica swore her allegiance to Minea’s cause. It can be seen in the fact that Jessica stayed in the House of the White Tiger even if her Uncle made use of her services. To Jessica’s inner thoughts, it was her choice to stay; she had given her consent. Therefore, her Uncle was not really in control of her actions. After all, it is in her own accord that she worked in the House of the White Tiger.

She followed Miyoung to the House of the Blue Serpent when she had to fulfill her role as the Lamb and was reunited with her other cousin, Taeyeon and her childhood friend, Yuri.

In the later part of the story, she helped Miyoung give birth to her firstborn, Apollo. She took the infant to Miyoung’s behest and had run away, promising

Miyoung that she will return when she had found Apollo a place to be kept in. But she was unable to fulfill her promise as the Great Flood happened before she could return. (She did not know of Miyoung’s wrongful death.)

Apollo and Jessica survived the Great Flood with the help of the mortal named Shem, son of Noah. The kind-hearted mortal had given them refuge in an ark.

When the flood subsided, she decided to take the infant Apollo with her to the south of the Earth. Apollo, as he was bounded by his own mother, grew a mortal life. But this did not stop him from the greatness that came from his lineage. With Jessica’s teachings, he grew a mighty man.

Combining Jessica’s ancient wisdom and Apollo’s strength and leadership, they created a new civilization. A prosperous kingdom was born and as a new language was developed, Apollo changed his name to Amun Ra. He was worshipped as the sun god—ruling with great sovereignty like the Sun.

Amun Ra lived a blissful life. And when it was time, Jessica rested with Apollo in a gigantic triangular shaped tomb—sealing their bodies in its deepest chamber.

Time moved its course and the world progressed. As maps were invented and territories named, the land they once ruled was later called Egypt.

In the epilogue, millenniums after, her soul came back to fulfill the promise she made to Miyoung. She had returned. But this time, instead of a cousin, she became Miyoung’s older twin sister—helping the blind girl to buy cookies for her unknown friend in the museum.

Deleted Character: Krystal

Krystal is Jessica’s younger sister, a pureblood princess as well. She looked up to Jessica, so much so that it might have been to the extent of idolism. From the way Jessica dresses to the way she acts towards people, Krystal imitated her older sibling. After all, she, too, is a prodigy like her sister. Maybe, not as much, but she has her own genius in her.

And Jessica loved her too.

But when Jessica opted to go to the House of the White Tiger and leave her, she felt abandoned and alone. This had triggered a set of emotional downturn in her part. Their parents had turned their sight on Krystal instead and had made the girl sit on the seat Jessica emptied.

As time took its reigns, Krystal grew up a shrewd lady. Different from Jessica who had found a friend to give her loyalty to, Krystal lived for herself and herself alone. She learned to play with people’s lives and used them to do her biddings. She took pleasure in peoples’ pains.

It was also planned to have her be the mastermind of her parents’ own deaths so she can have the throne for herself…which she did, in the end.

She became the representative from the House of the White Tiger, one of the four cloaked individuals, who had sealed Taeyeon in the iron casket.

Whether she had survived the Great Flood is a mystery.

(This backstory is underdeveloped as Krystal was cut before Part I was completed.)

Yulhi-sierra Riso aka Yuri

Yuri is a pureblood princess from the marriage between the House of the Red Phoenix and the Blue Serpent. Miyoung (Queen Ehlizabeth is her Aunt) and Taeyeon (King Offa is her Uncle) are her cousins. She is first seen in the story as Taeyeon’s confidante—the person Taeyeon instantly went to when she was troubled.

Not much was said about Yuri’s history in the Iron Maiden except that she was orphaned at a very young age and had opted to live in the House of the Blue Serpent after her parents died. (Blame the author’s health and the time for that.)

So here it is.

Yuri’s backstory: Yuri was three when her parents died. But the truth was that they were murdered. The cause was most likely politics and she knew it. With her parents gone, a new King would sit on the throne. And Yuri was rendered helpless. It was either she be killed or she be used as a puppet.

So she sought help from her Uncle, King Offa, her mother’s brother from the House of the Blue Serpent. Yuri made a deal with her Uncle that when she reaches a rightful age, she would come back to take her throne in the Red Phoenix (kill all those who had made her suffer) and all of her and the Red Phoenix’s services shall then belong to the Blue Serpent.

She was only three that time which makes her a great tactician in her own right—a prodigy as well.

Yuri is also said to be a prankster, often joining Taeyeon in her joyous escapades outside the walls of their kingdom. She acts as Taeyeon’s best friend and an older sister figure despite her younger age. It was implied in the later part of the story that she has an infatuation with Jessica—a girl she first saw when she was crying for her parents one night in the House of the Blue Serpent. But no progress was made for their love line as the story focused more on Yuri’s cousins. Her relationship with Miyoung was not as close as Taeyeon’s as she had only befriended Miyoung when the girl came in the House of the Blue Serpent. But Yuri loved Miyoung like a sister too, often thinking how she could help ease Miyoung’s pains.

In the third part of the story, Taeyeon gave her the task of taking care of the infant named Yoonalesca which she did even after the world was filled with Taeyeon’s tears.

Yuri’s element was never mentioned nor was it ever thought of in detail. But, as she came from the Red Phoenix, it is safe to assume that she, too, can control fire like Miyoung. Her abilities grew after she was bitten by the mad Taeyeon in the Great Temple. She had lost consciousness after witnessing her cousin be captured. And when she woke up, flashes of Taeyeon’s memories came to her sight and the sudden urge to drink blood overwhelmed her. With nothing but piles of dead body surrounding her, she sought for the only living creature to drink from—Yoona.

At that moment, Yuri had stopped aging.

It is still a mystery on how Yuri and Yoona survived the Great Flood. But after the storm, she took the infant to the Northern parts of the Earth where little sun can reach them because she had developed a sensitivity to light. She mingled with the humans who had gradually started to form their villages there because of Yoona’s human needs (and also her bloodlust). She knew something was different with the child but she shrugged it off, thinking it had something to do with her drinking from Yoona’s small neck when she was a baby.

In time, she had learned to taper her thirst and had tried living with the mortals as equals.

When Yoona turned 20, her body stopped aging. So Yuri decided to become nomads, hopping from one town to another, to hide their unchanging youth. They traveled to what is now largely known as Europe specifically in Transylvania and other parts of Romania.

In the epilogue, she was seen visiting the Iron Maiden where Taeyeon laid dormant beneath the thick ice and within the metal casket. Two sisters, one had hit her and the other seemingly ignored her, had an encounter with Yuri. The children were implied to be Miyoung’s and Jessica’s reincarnations. Unfortunately, Yuri did not have any inkling about it. Yoona came after and had given Yuri a name that could help them free Taeyeon.

Artemis aka Yoonalesca, Yoona

Yoona is the younger twin sister of Apollo. She is the offspring from the union of Prince Jivulus and Princess Minea, making her a pureblood princess having the

blood of all four houses. She was sent away by her mother using the help of an ancient spirit that took a form of a white deer.

She was found in the forest by Taeyeon and Yuri and was named Yoonalesca by the former. Later, she was left in the care of Yuri.

Unlike her brother, she was not bounded. Therefore, all her powers remained inside her body. But it was not used to its fullest because Yuri had reared Yoona like a human, not teaching her the Nephilim’s ways till she reached 20.

Yoona grew up in a mortal setting. But even though she had a human environment, she knew she was different. Secretly, she would play with fire and water; sometimes, even earth and air. She kept this from her sister (Yuri), thinking that she would be heavily reprimanded. But when she reached the age of 20, a severe malady spread and had caused her heart to weaken.

Yuri, who had loved the girl like her own blood sister, the only one who had remained of her past life as a Nephilim, would not let Yoona die. Before the sick girl fades, Yuri bit her neck –repeating the same act Taeyeon did to her.

But unlike Yuri, Yoona was a feisty and stubborn child. The control of her urges wasn’t as easy as Yuri’s. Not wanting to be restricted, she went on a drinking rampage that turned humans to be somewhat like them. Yuri did all she can to save Yoona from the chaos she had caused, eradicating the witnesses or the beings she drank from.

Without knowing who they really are, humans started to fear them, loathe them. But some, revered them, worshipped them. They named the beings of the dark, those who feed on the blood of humans, the supernatural beings who can kill in the speed of life, vampires.

Yuri opted to take Yoona away, continuing to live a life in continues travel. Yoona was disciplined and taught of the Nephilim’s ways. In time, she learned to taper her hunger.

In the epilogue, she was seen playfully asking Yuri if she can eat the two children who had bothered her. Yuri almost scolded her. But she knew, Yoona is a better woman now. It was implied that Yoona is a great ‘hunter’ as can be seen in her ability to get the informations Yuri wanted.

King Leonidas

Miyoung’s father. He is the ruling King of the House of the White Tiger, often characterized as an antagonist throughout the story.

Backstory: Prince Leonidas fell in love with a princess in the House of the Red Phoenix who is later hailed as Queen Ehlizabeth when the two married each other. Now King, Leonidas did everything he could do to make Ehlizabeth love her back—only to find out that she had, in her womb, another child from another man, a mortal.

He sought for the human, only to find him in cohorts with a high ranking family who aimed to use the Queen to dethrone King Leonidas from his seat of power. It would not have been a matter of importance if King Leonidas did not hear how they plan to mercilessly hang the pregnant Queen, charging her of high treason.

To protect his beloved wife, Leonidas had them assassinated. He hid the pregnant Queen in a tower, away from prying eyes—until she had given birth. King Leonidas then, took the newborn and gave the baby to a human servant—lying to the Queen that she had a stillbirth.

Ehlizabeth fell in to a great despair, not wanting to eat or drink for weeks. King Leonidas, with a sorrowful heart, had her stay in the tower—spreading a rumor that the Queen was sickly and needed rest.

Time passed and the time to fulfill their given duties as the Lambs had come. The Queen had another child in her womb, who will later be Minea.

Queen Ehlizabeth had been a frail woman after her first childbirth and when a human maidservant slipped that her beloved mortal was murdered by the King, she wept and wept until her tears were no more. The King was not there to tell her the truth about his actions for he was caught in a political battle against the conniving high ranking families in his own House.

The Queen died after giving birth to Minea, a sad woman.

King Leonidas took it to heart. He could not protect the woman he loves because he was weak. And he feared that he cannot protect his newborn daughter as well. So, he took the infant in his arms for the last time and had her locked in a safe room afterwards, far away from the evil conspirators in his House. He would not let them touch her.

That moment, he swore he would be stronger—more powerful than anyone. So that he can protect his daughter. He would rule everyone and have his family on top of anyone; so that not one amongst his beloved need to die or suffer. He would make Minea a powerful Queen no one can trample on.

He was willing to be the ladder so Minea could live a life unlike her mother’s. King Leonidas shall be a powerful stepping stone.

It didn’t matter if a thousand bleeds, he would shed another thousand souls as long as he can assure that his goal comes into life.

He shall rule. And Minea would be safe.

And with that, he ruled with fear and an iron fist.

It was unknown if he had survived the Great Flood because the only written account of the Nephilims that were publicly published told of their complete demise.3

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