Chapter 13 Selefa 1

Eleanor's eyes slightly flickered when she heard a familiar voice, it was Andy! She had thought he too had left her to fend for herself or be sold off. Her blank expression slightly cracked before it was replaced with a slight frown because of pain. Though she was compelled, she was still strong enough to reject complete compulsion. The slight tug at his essence made Ethy snap his gaze to Eleanor, he frowned she had been resisting him from the first time he compelled her and she had managed to kick him out of her mind. That was enraging. He couldn't believe that this warrior had actually managed to get such an attachment with her regardless of their lacking bond. 'Just the sound of his voice actually managed to hit her conciusness!!' This was not good, he had to do something about it. His eyes scanned through the hall and looked at the displeased faces of the individuals present.

His maniac obsession skyrocketed, he had to do something! Thinking fast, he managed to manipulate a few of the individuals present, his essence sipped through his fingers to the ground, glowing with a light green hue and it flowed to them. It came unnoticed since he only sent a spark of his dark energy to ignite the darkness that howled in the bodies of the selfish individuals who also wished to claim.

If Andy really gave away ten thousand crystals with a combined force then that meant, he, Ethy stood at the top of the chain tonight as he alone had ten thousand essence crystals. This made him feel elated that he smirked. He didn't have to do anything but rather leave it to his hardwork!

"White warrior Andy offers ten thousand essence crystals," the emcee's voice resonated through out the hall.

This caused an uproar

"That's so many of them!!"

"Yeah, how did he get those?!"

"I think I know what they are trying to do. They want to claim her so that she doesn't leave!" a middles aged man with black hair spat. He had suffers thousands of years and painstakingly prepared two thousand crystals only to reach the occasion and be out shone! What had he suffered for all these years? In the pit of his stomach, he felt bile rise making him unable to accept this fact.

"Preposterous!!" another howled.

"That's not fair!" 'How can someone collect all those crystals, besides who didn't know that Andy has always been beside Eleanor all these years! How did he manage to obtain them?'

"So it was a plot from the start?" A woman in dep red snake skin chimmed in.

These few comments created an uproar in the hall. Ethy smirked triumphantly. The protector was supposed to be owned by one and not a group.

"Moham, how can you let such trickery preside in this auspicious occasion?" a fifty looking man roared.

"Yes, if you let that warrior use others crystal then that means she's bound to be claimed by a whole group." Another raised his point.

"Yes, how will we keep an eye on all those that chipped in their crystals!" Another was perplexed.

"The white warrior won't own her!!!" A group of youngsters roared.

The whole ocassion started to descend down into chaos as the individuals who helped raise chips to claim Eleanor started growling for their share.

Eleanor sat up on the platform expressionlessly, she had her own battle that she was overcoming. A battle against the green eyed man!

Eleanor stood face to face with the man from the hall earlier. Their setting was rather different, like some ancient town! She stood in the middle of an alley which seemed to have been abandoned and the man before her stood at a distance of twenty feet away from her. His face was however different, he looked innocent, like a young boy in love? His expression was soft and caring and pleading? She was not sure but looks were deciving, atleast she knew that.

"Elea!" he whispered affectionately.

"Who are you?" Eleanor had her guard up. She had noticed that her body had turned stiff when she locked her gaze with this man earlier in the hall and more importantly, his vibe screamed vileness.

"It's me....., Ethy!" he spoke softly and rather confused as to why she didn't remember him, he took slow steps towards her. Noticing his movements, Eleanor took a step back and continued watching him warily.

"Elea....!" another voice from behind her at a distance called to Eleanor again. It was the sweetest and softest voice laced with undying tenderness towards her. Even her father and brother had never spoke in that way with her. She felt waves of warm current surge through her entire being forcing her to look in that direction. The figure was not clear!! She frowned.

"Elea, look my way.!" Eleanor heard a desperate plea from the man from earlier. Hesitantly she turned to look at him and he locked his gaze with her once again. His green eyes raging with unspoken emotions, flooding and flowing down for her to see. It was clear, he was afraid....but why?!

This made her turn again to look at the figure from earlier, it had drawn closer but was still a blurr.

"Elea, no! Don't look at him...Look at me, choose me! I'll treat you better,...please!!" his desperate voice rang through her mind and a painful whimpere escaped his rose lips.

"Elea, come to me!" The other figure held out its hand to her. "Define me."

Eleanor felt confused at this state, the one at her front begged her to chose him, but he didn't feel safe, while the other one asked her to define him! He was not clear, his existence. What if he's this way because he too doesn't know who he is? What if I help him and he ends up far worse?

"Argggh what am I even thinking?" This emotional and information overload had messed her up big time. The things she did, said, heard,felt and whatnot, she didn't know whether to trust them or just lock herself away!

"Elea.....chose me! He won't do a thing if you go with me. No one will be threatened. But if it's him.....then! Just don't go with him. He can live without you if you don't encourage him!" Ethy continued to plead.

Eleanor turned to the figure from earlier, the blur figure, it whispered tenderly. "Define me." The sound was like an evening warm breeze that have not freedom. It was not desperate nor pressuring, it gave her a choice! One she didn't get when she was dragged into this facade.

Lots of love from litto-ways ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️