Chapter 3

The man who I thought I trusted more than everyone else in here, slowly walked up to me and arched, but did not dare to sit down, he took away everything that wouldn't let my body move. I was finally free, I felt like before he did it, I was under a huge rock, that pushed me to the ground as I'm a small fruit. The men stood straight up and asked me:

"Can you talk?" I only opened my mouth to respond by before I could, the old man intervened. "Of course she can, didn't you heard her begging for mercy several minutes ago?" He gave me a glare, a glare that showed me what he didn't wanted to see me. The glare I've always called 'you don't belong here' .

"My name is Seraphim, But friends calls me Seraph." He paused and glared at the old man "this old man's name is Alduin, But you will always hear him being called 'Al'. Don't worry he is grumpy to everyone in here, just like every single old man." I finally choose to take more detailed look at those two, Seraphim looked like a teenage boy in age of thirteen or fourteen. I was not sure. His clothes were not as fine as mine, it looked like he wore those for days and never changed them to maybe different styled ones. But what was surprising, he kept his sanitary, just like Alduin, but I prefer calling him 'old man' because he is, and because that might actually really annoy him, and annoy people is my power.

The old man growled at Seraph "How many times I told you not to call me old man? how many times have I told you an outcome of those words?" Seraph begin to complain and give many excuses and facts why he calls Alduin 'old man' , he did a great job making the old man exit the room. Seraph shut the door closed after him and turned back to me.

"So I see you choose to join the enclave, huh" he held his hand out, I was about to reach it but I didn't trusted him so much for a handshake. I had to watch my every single step now, I had to think before talking. I had to try my best to keep my life.

Seraph was waiting for my respond. But I didn't realized it right away, I was just looking around and never answered his question. "Hello? Anyone home?" He asked, now I had no other choice, I got to respond. But in a same time I had to show him why I didn't do so, I choose to pretend like I couldn't hear him.

I startled and loudly mumbled: "Sorry, I think I fell in trans" after that I glared at his hand again, my leg still hurts, my body is all injured, I needed help to stand up. So I grabbed his hand and he helped me sit on a bed behind me. Maybe it's because he is a child he won't act like everyone else in the enclave, everyone else I met in here were strict and grumpy, but he is nice and caring, but in a same time he reminded me of someone, I don't know who. But all those facts made me trust him.

"Why you choose to join the enclave? Why you didn't ran away?" He asked me and sat down on a bed but still kept the distance.

"Was it a choice? I mean, if I ran away I would probably join other ones who died here" I responded to his question, but nothing but smirk appeared on his face "Kara won't ever miss a chance to kill someone, and look who is next to you right now. I'm a mage, I could just erase your memories about this place" he glared at me and chuckled "you look like you just realized that you made a wrong choice" I looked down. Was it that obvious? But he was right, but not fully, I realized that my life will change for ever, and it can't get reversed. I made a worst choice in my life.

"Don't look down, only slaves are doing it" the voice behind me said it, I clearly recognized it, it was someone who called self 'W' I know it's not his real name, but I didn't mind calling him this way. I turned around seeing him, he waved and told me to turn around, so Seraph won't think I'm insane. So I did. Seraph looked at me confused, his face was literally telling me that. Didn't Seraph heard W? Or he is just confused who W is? I don't know.

W calls him self a 'lost soul' maybe he don't have a physical form, but I still can see every single detail of him, his light grey eyes and black hair, his nice clothes and many tattoos all over his body. Those tattoos tells many different stories. For example: his early life, his feelings, and finally, the way he died. W is the one I'll never forget, W is the one whose appearance is unbelievable. But he is different from me, he won't give mercy. No meter how much his prey begs for it. He will never give it. No matter what his prey might suggest to him to stay alive, he will not change his mind, that's what I don't like about him. I hope that one day he will give people a chance to live, like I do. I also do hope I can change him.

Seraph interrupt me from my minds by asking "you fell in trans again?" I nodded as an answer, and opened my mouth to say something but suddenly the door opened, the familiar face showed up. It was this yellow skinned lady. Seraph turned to her and then back to me "oh, and this is Kara, our guild master."