WHERE NOTHING'S LEFT

So, tell me, where shall I go?

To the left, where nothing's right?

Or, to the right, where nothing's left?

-Pinterest-

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Damon had lived in this place for as long as he could remember and he had spent half of his life with Xierra to explore more about the spot that no one could find if they needed to sneak out of this highly guarded place.

At that time, they were still so young and thought it was exciting to play like that, but who would have thought the route they found at that time was very useful for Damon now.

He managed to dodge most of the guards and almost got caught when he crossed the alley from one building to the other building since the headquarters of Duvessa scooped enormous land. It would take a while longer before Damon could get out of this place.

Fortunately, the man who found him was one of the protectors that he trained and he had the utmost respect for him as his mentor.

Therefore, he pretended that he didn't see anything and just walked away.

The news about Damon failing to protect Kairi must have been heard by all the living souls in this place and for him to help Damon, was a momentous decision.

Damon chose to go out through the south wings gate, as he knew very well that was the least guarded exit gate because it faced the mountain behind them and people would have a hard time going to the city center through that gate, as it was not the main road and they needed to walk a few miles away inside the forest first.

However, Damon indeed didn't see the guard, but he caught sight of Raphael. He leaned his body against the gate that slightly opened, but no guards around them. It was only him alone, as though he had been waiting for Damon to make this move.

"I know you will choose this exit gate," Raphael said languidly, as he walked toward Damon with cautious steps.

"And then? What do you want to do? Stop me?" Damon didn't have any slightest intention of staying back when he heard Xierra's heart was being transplanted to another measly girl without the permission of the Duvessa.

No matter who that girl's parents were or what her status in this country was, but what the president and his wife did had crossed the line and this was a serious offense.

"Yes," Raphael replied to him in his calm voice, which made Damon sick. He hated it when someone acted ignorantly. "I need to stop you."

Damon stood tall, the distance between him and the exit gates was only thirty meters, but between them, there was Raphael, who wouldn't budge and let him go.

"You are under detention, you can't go anywhere." Raphael stared at Damon. He hoped this man would understand and step back, but on the other hand, he knew really well that was only his wishful thinking.

Knowing how much Damon cared for Xierra, whether it was as her protector or man, he knew no one would be able to stop him from going to the people who had done that to the ninety-ninth Kairi.

"This is not your battle," Raphael added when he saw how Damon created a sword from the wind.

Every protector had their own element and Damon tended to possess wind. He would only draw his wind sword when he was ready for battle and for him to show this to Raphael, there was no need for further explanation.

"Stop this Damon. You have been freed from everything regarding Duvessa," Raphael said, but his tone was not as calm as before. He created his own sword from the water.

Yet, Damon didn't have anything to say, because once someone stood between him and his resolutions, then he wouldn't even blink to take them down.

Especially when it had anything to do with Xierra.

On the other hand, Raphael gripped his sword tightly, the water had turned into a piece of solid ice and it felt cold against his skin, but nothing was colder than the way Damon fixed his eyes on him with killing intent.

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Tarsa was awake when she heard hushed voices behind her bedroom door and a few noisy steps from the people who walked in the corridor hastily.

What was happening?

Tarsa put away her cover and got off the bed with steady steps. The doctor said it was a miracle that Tarsa recovered this fast for someone who had just undergone a big operation, such as heart transplantation.

And not only that, Tarsa's body seemed to accept the heart really well, there was no indication that her body would reject it.

Even on the third day, Tarsa managed to get down from her bed and walked around her room for a long time. She even walked in the hospital garden in the evening.

The heart was so strong and Tarsa had never felt this healthy before. She felt like she could attend PA class from now on and there was nothing she wanted more than to live like a normal person.

"What is happening?" Tarsa tried to ask one of the generals that she has known since her father was elected as the president.

"Tarsa, there is nothing important, just a few problems here and there like usual," he said her name, trying to look calm, but Tarsa managed to see through his façade. "Why don't you go inside and take a rest? You need that, after all, you are still recovering from your operation."

Tarsa bit her lips. She didn't want to go inside, but she couldn't find it in her to disobey the order.

"Okay?" the general persuaded her and opened her bedroom again. "I will ask everyone to take another route to your father's office, so you will not be disturbed."

After saying that, the general closed the door with a soft smile on his lips, leaving Tarsa alone in her room again, but she didn't have the intention to stay there.