A PURPOSE

A cold breeze caresses my skin that runs through the deepest part of my being.

My mind is in a mess.

But one thing is for sure…

His name kept repeating inside my head.

I mean his name is Shier.

In the entire thousand’s of years, no one dared to name the same name as the prince of the Smerte clan.

I am sure that if he is saying the truth then I am deeply in trouble.

I get the journal and quickly put my hand in it.

“What an odd name.” I heard what Hyria said.

“What are you?” He was shocked for a second, thinking of something. At that moment he just stared at her despite the pain.

“You will not understand me or what I will say to you.” she just smiled.

“Try me.” Shier inhaled deeply before he opens his mouth

“I am an Angel from the Smerte clan.”

“An angel or a fallen one?” She said sarcastically.

“I am not joking.” The rope did not react since it is proof that he decided to tell the truth.