Chained to the prince of darkness by Lunasads (digital book reader .txt) 📕

Most grandly, Was she alive? 

She shook her head getting rid of her imagination. No, she was alive and she would be with her son, no matter what. If she has to risk her life for her daughter, she will do it gladly.

"We are almost there, mother," Cassian's voice break her trance. She looked up and saw the forest getting sparse. She tried to control her breathing as they neared the end of the forest. She never thought that she would visit this place again. 

This place holds so many terrific memories, dreadful remembrance. 

Cassian noted the silent and terrified look on her mother's face and sighed.

"She will be safe, mother," he tried to assure her. But they himself was unsure. He had seen his older brother get killed when he was twelve and he was was not ready to see his younger sister died. Mere thought brings sadness to her mind.

He still missed him. He still missed Raeman.

"How are you planning to get inside?" he inquired as they reached a clear field just below the kingdom. Ignoring all the darkness emitting from the castle standing confidently at top of the hill, surrounded by dark forest. 

Forest of death. 

"We can't sneak in," unsure of how will they get in. They had reached their destination but were oblivious of how to go forward.

Dark forest was not a simple forest, it was filled with vicious and terrific creatures, whom Lucifer called his pets. It was beautiful from the outside but held so many dark and dangerous secrets within including dreadful creatures. 
Both of their minds were running wild, seeking any entry, any opportunity.

Something snapped inside Kyleigh as she smiled. 

"I have an idea,"

****

I followed her.

Step after another.

Heels of her pumps collided with the floor with every step she took. My hands in her hand, my eyes insure of what to see, why is she being like she cares? 

I let her drag me wherever she wants to, I have lost right on myself. I am just a mere puppet.

I don't even remember when was the last time I laughed, what was that day? When did I lose myself, when did I become unknown to myself, when did that happen? 
We crossed the same hallway, same stairs, same living room. Everything was the same but why does it feel so different at the same time. Why did beauty suddenly become so tedious? so dull.

I almost crashed into her back as she suddenly stopped in front of large doors.

She didn't knock, instead entered the room with me behind her. My body becomes stiffened seeing completely different surroundings. Suddenly coming to the alert phase. 

The room was a bit strange, something I'd never seen. It looked so much like a library but at the same time, it looked completely different from the library with crystals balls decorating the room. Dark red drapes hide the perfect view of the outside. Large white desk at one corner with a large crystal ball in the center. Walls covered with books. Strange books. 

"Ah...My lady," I jumped startled as a man, an old man, appeared in front of us out of nowhere. He was wearing a black cloak, hiding whatever was beneath them, his hairs white, matching his pale skin, and white beard reaching his chest. 

"Alatar," Aphrodite acknowledged. The man bowed his head in respect as he looked at me with a small smile.
Strange. But at least someone smiled up at me since I've been here.

"This is Sarah," Aphrodite motioned over to me. Something flashed in his black eyes as he again bowed in the head. 

"How can I help you, your highness," Alatar asked.

"Um..actually, we are here for some...um...answers."

He didn't scare me like everyone else.

Alatar was the only person who looked a little sane. Maybe he was a monster too but he was too good to be a monster. 

"I bet Sarah would like to spend some time here, maybe she will get answers to all her questions," she said glancing at me.

Yes, I wanted answers.

But I didn't want Aphrodite to be here.

I wanted her gone. 

Sensing my eyes on her, Aphrodite said, "okay, so I think Sarah would like to be here for quite some time, so.... I'll take my leave," 

As soon as she left, Alatar turned towards me with a small gentleman smile on his lips. I wanted to return his smile but my lips were sealed, the more I tried to lift them the more they drop. 

"Have a seat, your highness," 

I don't like to be called with that title. This title makes me realize what was happening around me, it makes me realize the position I was in.

"Sarah.....call me Sarah," I said, moving towards his desk, to take a seat. A large red-colored couch was in front of his desk, inviting me. My legs were worn out from standing.

"As you please," I heard him saying. 

He walked to me and sit next to my seat facing me. His white beard shone with a light that was coming from the little gap between the curtains. He was old with wrinkles covering his face, but his smile makes him young. 

"So...what you want to know, Sarah,?" 

What do I want to know?

Where do I start from?

What should I ask?

"Everything," 

He sighed, rubbing his beard and soothing it. 

"Okay so you are unsure of what to ask, that's not a problem. I will tell you everything I know and try to answer all of your questions which will be answerable." 

He stood up and walked towards his desk and picked up a book with red embellishments decorating it. 

"So let me tell you a story, maybe that will help you to decide what should you ask? Okay?" 

"Okay," he smiled warmly and opened the book and opened a particular page. I couldn't see what he was writing because he was standing feeling feet away from me.