A PROMISE

Centuries ago,

It was nighttime, and most people had gone. But those that were left were still more than a handful.

Gathered around a huge fire, Kamaz’s coat hung around Zelda’s gown, with a hand fastened by her side like an accessory. She had gotten out from the crinoline underneath her gown, and it was finally easier for her to move around.

Gaius, Cyprus, and Julius were huddled close to Zelda’s father, who appeared to have drunk a little too much out of joy and a tinge of sadness. He was eager to have other children, not because Zelda was not enough but because he was going to miss her. She now had someone she must consider more than him.

And the three friends were happy to replace their friend.

Tema and Falkur sat across each other as she planned on sticking with her idea of revenge for Falkur not telling her the location of the wedding.