His Fault

"You… you are…" Elder Marion tried to formulate her words, though, it was impossible with the impressive shine of the winged man.

She narrowed her eyes at the man that was now smiling in front of her with such divine dimples that it was hard to even blink. The vision was hypnotizing. However, even with her otherworldly memory and impressive brain, she could not recall who the man was.

The wings told her that he came from another world, maybe one from the seven protected dimensions, but how did he manage to pass?

"Who are you?"

"Oh, that… elder Marion, don't you remember me?"

Ilian looked at the woman with disappointed eyes. He was even blinking them with such a teary expression that made the others around look at him as if he was playing the childish act.

"I… I don't… I am sorry," Elder Marion couldn't help but apologize to the man as he looked at her as if she had done something awful. "Then… who are you?"