The Thirty-Ninth Chapter

Eku Mazari Zadzisai always knew that the Blood Rose myth is true.

Gone are the nights he kept on wishing under the starry sky. Gone are the days he kept on praying to whatever god, goddess, spirit, or supernatural force that exists in this realm with a match of a Palo Santo incense or sage whatsoever.

Myths do have a basis of reality, or at least inspired from one.

He glanced at his bedridden wife, Visenna, who was pregnant with their child and is due a few months’ time.

Yet, according to the doctors, only one of them will be able to see the sunlight for the next ten years or so.

But Eku loved both of his girls—his wine-haired wife and his soon to be daughter.

“I would never let any of you die. I will find the Blood Rose,” he swore to his wife, to his soon-to-be family.

Visenna opened her eyes and smiled. “Have you already thought of a name for our girl?”

Eku shook his head. “I was thinking of a usual Irish name, like Saoirse or Aoife something…”