Summary:[1]
"Living souls were chosen to stay, to experiment what life still has to offer.
As long as god didn't chose to take us back, a deep source of energy remains for the living heart's
souls to take"
-Cinthia Tagliditse-
"This should be carved on her stone" a gray haired man with a long white robe recited as a scripter was rewriting his exact words.
."Are you the one whom I need to address for the color of her stone as well?" the scripter asked
."She wanted it dark, she wanted her grave stone dark and the writing extremely white" he admitted, remembering her small lips moving as she was reading whatever remained of her book.
"Those were all the informations I needed." the artisan confirmed as the sound of his black clacking folder awoke Arnold's stagnant lynxes eyes.
"Thank you again for taking the time to come to my desk." Arnold said as he stood up from his desk to shake the old man's hand
"No problem sir, it is the very least I could do, to honor one of the royal members of the family" the man in his fifthies replied as his client's aura changed.
Unsetteled by it, the artisan decided to leave, and let the stagnant pages of every open book freez.
"Since childhood, and you never ones been able to hide your presence from me, don't you Tom?"
"Is it because of how unsettling my presence is to you, my dear old compagnion?" A dark headed man with a dark blue officer's costumes hidden under a long white coat said
"I will always consider you as my comapgnion, prince of the Thaglidtse family" He quietly confirmed.
"If there was an ounes of truth in your words you would have understood my pain and maybe my sister would have remained" he exclaimed as his sharp brown almond eyes filled with hatred fiersly stared at him.
"And I presume that your patience is no longer, if you have presented yourself to me.
Well I am sorry to anounce you that, but I am no possesor" Arnold calmly answered without an ounce of fear, only deep stares of compassion and regret.
"I don't need no pity from you" The young solider answered as he satrted marching toward him, "but I do need you to tell me, where the remain member of my family is. And don't worry" he added before being caught in the middle of a magical gray circle.
Falling on his knees Arnold was weakend in a snap of a finger.
"You brought a little friend I see" Arnold said with a soar voice.
"A little family reunion you wanted to have, didn't you Abghase?" he added staring at an older copy of a so called annoying gray headed man.
His hair were silver gray, long enough to discern him from his brother, and so was his face; sharp enough to feel the cold of his long gone soul.
"I wonder how someone as soulless as you would use me to get there" he added smirking
"Don't waist your energy on such trivial questions, mostly when you'll be the one to answer it" Abghase replied as he activated his curse, submerging Arnold's entire being into a wave of a white blinding light as Tom was covering his face form the gray smoke that came from it.
Silver gray or maybe just cloudy gray.
As the heavy clouds were stagnant in the dark sky that night, a little dreamer's mind got caught by a foggy memory taking place near the abandoned garden beside her house.
As she started her walk in the middle of that fog, she took his hand and started marching toward an unknown destination while enjoying the gray sky and the silence of the outside.
In the middle of that walk, her gaze got caught by a rose.
From afar, a single delicate flower rests atop one of the old stone steps near the neighbor's silent garden with a rose whose color is a fragile mix of white, yellow, and soft pink powder spread across every petal.
It is the only rose growing from that hardened and unusable floor, standing there as if it had chosen to bloom despite everything that should have stopped it.
Her mind became so focused on the flower that she slowly forgot about their walk. The warmth of his hand faded from her attention, and it seemed like this moment of distraction became the reason for her imprisonment.
As she was about to catch it, she found herself trapped in the middle of a flowerless garden.
The air felt heavier.
The world beyond the gate feels distant.
But of course, his presence remained.
Extending his hand toward her, silently offering to help her out of that trap.
Trusting him, she lets him place his hands gently at each side of her waist while she presses her own hands against his shoulders.
The moment he lifted her ; she felt rescued from more than just a garden.
Feeling like she is being freed from something that had kept her locked inside a cell she had never chosen to live in.
At least, that is what she believes when she finally reaches the other side.
Her arms instinctively wraped around his neck, while her hands tighten around his waist.
In that instant, her focus on him becomes absolute.
Making her feel as though they are the only two souls left in the world.
As their lips were about to touch, a blinding light devoured them.
Waking up young Eva from her mere dream with an amazing gift of warmth and reassurance.
As she would describe it later her black and pink carnet
"As you were holding me tightly, I felt like my heart was beating within your chest and yours found his home within mine."
[1] As another gray morning begins, Eva wakes to her sister’s angry accusations, unrecognized for the sacrifices she made during Ramadan while neglecting her own needs.Exhausted and overwhelmed, she faces humiliation at school for work born from burnout, carrying a shame that is heavier than failure itself.That night, as she stands alone beneath a clouded sky, unseen protectors in another world watch over her knowing she is the kingdom’s last hope and must be reminded she is not alone.