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?? Deep CRAVINGS ??
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Written by Blue Kiara ?️?
Chapter 11&12 ?
She was so shocked looking at her younger self. “What?….What are you doing here?” She asked, still not knowing what exactly to say.
Her younger self looked at her. “I h@ťě them!” She burst into tears.
She was so dirty, her hair disheveled, her face so dry and her dress torn. “I so much h@ťě them…” She cried more.
Milena arched her brows. Why is am I repeating the same words? Obviously, this is me. “What are you saying? Who do you h@ťě?” She asked, shaking the young girl but she kept on wailing.
She cried more and yet her voice could not be heard in the quiet place. Milena squatted before her and began to stroke her hair.
“Don’t worry, all will be fine okay? You will be fine.” She stroked her hair, not minding that the girl is so dirty.
“How old are you?” She lifts her chin up that their golden brown eyes shone brightly into each other.
“I’m seven.” She said, burying her face into the middle of her legs again.
So, this is her when she was seven…
“Tell me, who do you h@ťě?”
“Her…” She muttered.
Her? – She wondered.
“Who’s the her? My mother?” Milena withdrew her hand.
“Our parents are the same. I am you.” She said, smiling through tears.
Milena’s heart start to beat very hard. This is her worstest fear. She never wants to know the real story behind her parents abandoning her. Maybe they really didn’t abandoned her but she feared that she’d one day know the truth.
“You ki||ed them….” Little Milena whispered into her ear and Milena’s eyes widened.
She stood up and stumbled again. Did she even hear clearly?
I…I ki||ed….them…my parents? – she wondered aloud.
“You want to know how?” Her little girl stood up, her short gown torn at both sides as she
walked to her side.
She stretched her hand and Milena looked at it for a short time before accepting it.
They disappeared!
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“No! Please….don’t take her. Don’t take my child, please.” She begged.
The Mord Seth placed her Agile on the neck of the mother and the woman cried out loud, very loud.
Even when she was being tortured, she still tried to drag her child away from them. That was about twenty years ago.
Milena and Little Milena watched from a short distance. “That Mord Sith was the only one living twenty years ago. She tried to take you so, she could train into a Mord Seth but mother would not allow her.” She explained.
They watched again.
The woman kept on crying and dragging her child away from the Mord Sith. “Do you want to die?” The Mord Sith asked and Milena scrunched her brows, fixing her eyes on the Mord Sith.
She looks so familiar. Madam Rio??
Little Milena looked at her and nods. “Yes, she was the Mord Seth that took you that year. She was the last of her kind then.”
Milena’s eyes suddenly caught something. “That is my necklace…” She touched her neck, also looking at the baby’s neck.
“Our necklace…” The little girl replied. Milena darts her head to her side and saw the same necklace.
“You were given by a wizard of first order. He put on you immediately you were born and told your mother never to put it off.” She explained.
The Mord Sith continued torturing the mother but she never let go of her child.
“How could Madam Rio do this? She tortured my mother and even told me a very terrible lie?” Milena choked on her sobs.
“She planned on making you a Mord Sith after taking you but I’m not sure why she stopped the day you suddenly went numb.”
“What? I’ve died before??”
“Not even once. About four times now. Don’t you know you are dead now?” Milena’s eyes almost popped out.
“I’m a still birth?” She asked.
“No. You didn’t come back to be born again instead you waked into the same body within hours.”
“I’m dead now?”
“Just joking but you are asleep as a result of this.” She pointed her fingers to the scene happening before them.
The Mord Seth finally took the child but just before she left, a quarter part of the necklace fell on the mother’s chest.
Milena and her younger self watched as the mother burned to death with just a small piece of the dragon necklace.
“Mother!!!!” Milena screamed and attempted to run to her but found out that she couldn’t move an inch.
“You can’t move. There’s a barrier between us. If you use force to cross the boundary, you will be kept here for life.”
“So, it’s true. I…I ki||ed her?” Milena’s tears kept pouring as she collapsed on the ground, weeping.
“That’s just a half truth though”
“I h@ťě people that cries.” Her little self rolled her eyes.
Milena just couldn’t laugh in her situation. “But I met you crying…” She chuckled, sadly.
“That’s because I didn’t know why I came here but when I saw you, I knew my purpose of coming here.”
Milena sighed, now sure that this is her. Since she was little, she had always h@ťěd tears and that was why anytime she was abused in the orphanage, she tries everything possible not to
cry.
“Why did Madam Rio do that? What was her mission?” She asked, after a long time of silence since the image before them had gone blank.
“It’s simple. She doesn’t want to be the last of her kind. She didn’t want her kind to be extinct like a thousand year ago so, she studied girls and stole ones that she was sure would become useful to her.”
“This Mord Seth, what’s their mission? How do they make young girls who aren’t supernatural cultivate into being a Mord Sith? And why young girls?”
Before she could get an answer to her question, there was a rumbling in the barrier they were not supposed to break through.
“Someone or something is coming…” Little Milena muttered.
A sudden collision. They all scattered.
What the hell?!
There are now three Milena’s….
Little Milena sniffed the air, near the other Milena. “You are a demon…” Not like a question though.
The other Milena just stared at the movie she felt she was watching. “Uhmm… little me? Is this another part of my past you were showing me?”
“You are obviously an idiot. I never knew I had a twin.” Demon Milena scoffed out loud.
“You guys should sort yourself out. I’m out of here.” Little Milena said and vanished.
“Hey! We haven’t finished talking…” Milena yelled but she was already gone.
“I h@ťě noises please. I don’t even know how I got here.” She huffed.
“I guess we are stuck out here. I wanna go home.”
“Sorry cry baby but here’s your home, you should start getting used to it now.” Demon Milena winked at her.
Milena glared at her. “Why am I you? And why are you me?”
“Are you really asking me that? How do you expect me to know?” She scrowled back.
“You are a demon for crying out loud. How old are you?” Milena folds her hands against her chest.
Demon rolled her eyes. “I’m so older than you. Just sit your @zz down and stop talking.” She snapped.
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“They can never agree to each other. Their fighting will is very strong.” Naptha yelled as her eyes turned lime colour, no black in it at all.
“Try! Even if it’s by force. The gathering has commenced, we need her!.” Brittany yelled back.
Milena in the circle started shaking vigorously as the sorceress chants another entire spell.
“Rubena sati Milena domisuyara….”
She chanted as her voice grew louder and louder.
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Many people gathered. Sitting round a tree of light in the room.
Their lips moved but no voice could be heard. Maybe muttering some prayers.
Naptha’s eyes dimmed slowly and turned lime with no black spotted eye in it at all.
She chanted so loud as a butter color light struck the light and somehow broke it into pieces.
That certain man scanned the whole room, spotting his Target and immediately, carefully remove the arrow from the wrapping cloth.
He placed the arrow as it emitted dark smoke, on the bow. He directed the tip to Prince Flynn who fixed his gazed on Naptha as she kept re-chanting her spell.
The gathering happens every five years. Suddenly, Prince Flynn caught sight of the coming arrow.
Just when he wanted dodged it, wanting it to hit the nearby wall, it hit someone.