Thunders were clamouring in between the night skies and rain was threatening to flood the already moist soil. At the corner of the room, the candlelight flickered multiple times before it disappeared with the blowing wind. Yaven crossed his legs nervously, adjusting the sheets around him to shield him from the cold. The sound of maidens dancing below the castle does not seem to calm his mind. In fact, it made his soul toss and turn. The urge to throw up at his own nervousness was building up like a disease. Shuffling towards the edge of the bed, the young prince pulled over a silk robe before heading down towards the kitchen. The hallways were decorated with beautiful ornaments welcoming him openly, but the silence in between the walls was threatening.

"Prince Yaven," greeted the cook generously. "What do you need for the night, my Prince?" Thanian questioned as he settled the knife he was holding aside. Songs were beginning to fill the kitchen as if trying to chase the prince away from the welcoming scent of fresh baI ked pastries for the party.

"A bottle of wine. That is all I need," said Yaven impatiently as he waved his fingers in the air. "The noise, it's killing me."

Once the young prince had gotten the bottle of wine, he sauntered out of the kitchen. Popping the cork easily, Yaven gulped down the wine and squinted his eyes when the scent of alcohol pierced through his nose. Yaven walked towards the edge of the hallways, heading towards the corner of the balcony. There, he gained silence and the peace he had long desired for. For the whole evening, he had been bugged with nothing except for their desire for the oldest prince to marry someone noble and he hated it. Peace was something he wanted, but even that had to be earned.

While he was lost in between his choices for a wife, Yaven caught sight of someone sitting up on the branch of the tree. Her hair was as dark as the night skies with shimmers in between and her skin was as pale as the moonlight. Rubbing his eyes with his empty hands, Yaven waved towards the maiden. In return to his warm gestured, she bowed with a smile. He was tempted to go over to speak with her, only there was a problem; she seemed to be floating in the air.

"Are you an angel?" he shouted carelessly, almost dropping the bottle.

There wasn't a reply, except for a smile. The maiden hopped down from the tree fearlessly. Her dark ebony hair swung like silk in between the wind as she bolted deeper into the woods. Curiosity began to take over his veins as he left the bottle of wine at the stand and ran down the stairs, slamming into a few of the warriors who were there for the party. 'Out of the way' was the only phrase he had shouted till he reached the stables. As he mounted onto his loyal horse, memories of the beautiful maiden had begun to flood his mind. It wasn't the first time he had an encounter with her, but each time he had set eyes on her, he felt his heart skipped and his feelings grow, though he never got a name.

Yaven rode deep into the forest. His bright blue eyes studied the surroundings sharply. When he heard the sound of rustles, he immediately dismounted his horse to follow it. Darkness was beginning to blind his sight as he wandered deeper into the wilderness. However, his determination still sets high in the skies. Feeling a touch on his back, Yaven turned around, coming face to face with a pair of beautiful green eyes. They were as green as the leaves and as green as emerald. He couldn't tell the difference.

"Who are you?" Yaven questioned, but there was no reply except for a smile. He squinted his eyes that his eyebrows almost touched. The maiden spoke nothing except for brushing his cheeks lovingly as if he was the last human alive in the world. Her eyes were speaking to him each time she looked into his eyes. Yaven could feel the pain in between her eyes, the sorrow and the grief all mixed in one glance.

"What's wrong? What is happening? I never got your name. Can you give me a name?"

Without warning, the maiden pulled herself away from him as she shook her head vigorously as if her name was nothing but a torment to everyone. Yaven reached out to hold onto her only to have her flinched. Not far from where he was standing, he heard the sound of horns blowing, joining by the sound of galloping horses. The maiden's eyes grew wide as she pushed him towards the direction from whence he came. Fear was written all over her face as she ushered him to leave. Yaven did not want to, but when a huge creature almost the shape of a lion landed in between them, he fell backwards. Helplessly, Yaven watched as the maiden was being dragged away by a man.

"What are you going to do now?" a voice filled the air. "Save her or you are going to let her die?"

Yaven stared blankly at the skies. The creature in front of him disappeared and anger began to build in his chest. "What do you want? Show yourself!"

And there was no reply.

....

His chest began to convulse as his breathing became unstable. The sound of the machine next to him began beeping dangerously as if it would explode at any moment. His fingers tightened into a fist as he wriggled his arms around, trying to free himself from the confinement. The veins on his cheeks seemed to be expanding for no reason, but no help was given. Instead, he was left there alone, to scream though no sound had been heard. Everything seemed to be crumbling beneath him as he felt a sudden jolt at the back of his neck and a kick on his chest.

At the opposite side of the chamber, Vanessa was punching in some numbers into the screen. Her dark green orbs turned towards her file as she began to punch in a passcode to unlock the cupboard by her side.

"You think he is going to survive this?" her co-worker asked as he sipped onto the coffee. "It is going to drain away all his energy and his memories."

"Let it be," she murmured heartlessly. "It was his choice."

Vanessa watched as Daniel shrugged before he sauntered towards the other corner, finishing up the bits and pieces of his work. Clearing her throat, she punched in a few numbers and watched as the syringe began to fill itself with green liquid before it was injected into the earlier body. A soft satisfying hum escaped her lips as she wrote down some words. Memories of the past began to fill her mind, causing anger to erupt in between her chest like volcano flames. Tossing the files to the side, Vanessa scanned her identification card on the door as she stepped in, the sound of her clicking heels filled the air.

"Where am I?" the boy questioned nervously. "Where am I?" He screamed.

The younger male tried to pull his wrists out from the confinement as he his heart beat began to rise again. Watching Vanessa, he squinted his eyes at the sight. It felt familiar yet the toxic feeling was building up in his chest. As he was about to reach out to attack her, the pain jolted through his forehead. He groaned and screamed, demanding from an escape, but failed.

Vanessa gagged his mouth, strapping him tighter to the chair before she punched in more numbers. Her fingers were trembling in fear but it was her will was stronger than her fear. A human's heart is hard to read, especially when they are torn in between love and hate. They might appear alike, but if one could study the differences in detail, they would be shocked about the truth. She tossed her head to the side when the boy had stayed silent, his wrists dropped to the side as if he had given up all hope and a large devilish smile was marked across her face. The excitement began to course through her veins like thunder striking through a village destroying the living.

It was your fault. – It rang in her mind and it never stopped. You are the cause of the destruction of mankind. Hatred filled her veins. He is mine! He is mine! She yelled internally. Her fingers tightened onto the side of the chamber before she injected a few more syringe into his body. Biting onto her inner lips, Vanessa's eyes glared at the boy who was still lying still and she watched his mind being transferred into another loop of time. A time where he would be stuck and he would never return again. His fate is now hers. It is her who will be determining his life and his death. Satisfied by the sight, she spun her heels around, walking out of the chamber.

"I will always find you," he mumbled.

Vanessa grinned evilly, pushing her hair backwards. "That is no longer your choice, pretty boy. It is mine."