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Chapters (66)
  1. PREFACE
  2. Full Page Image
  3. ONE
  4. TWO
  5. One week ago
  6. THREE
  7. Present day
  8. FOUR
  9. FIVE
  10. SIX
  11. SEVEN
  12. EIGHT
  13. NINE
  14. TEN
  15. ELEVEN
  16. TWELVE
  17. THIRTEEN
  18. FOURTEEN
  19. FIFTEEN
  20. SIXTEEN
  21. SEVENTEEN
  22. EIGHTEEN
  23. NINETEEN
  24. TWENTY
  25. TWENTY-ONE
  26. TWENTY-TWO
  27. TWENTY-THREE
  28. TWENTY-FOUR
  29. TWENTY-FIVE
  30. TWENTY-SIX
  31. TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. TWENTY-NINE
  34. THIRTY
  35. THIRTY-ONE
  36. THIRTY-TWO
  37. THIRTY-THREE
  38. THIRTY-FOUR
  39. THIRTY-FIVE
  40. THIRTY-SIX
  41. THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. THIRTY-NINE
  44. FORTY
  45. FORTY-ONE
  46. FORTY-TWO
  47. FORTY-THREE
  48. FORTY-FOUR
  49. FORTY-FIVE
  50. FORTY-SIX
  51. FORTY-SEVEN
  52. FORTY-EIGHT
  53. FORTY-NINE
  54. FIFTY
  55. FIFTY-ONE
  56. FIFTY-TWO
  57. FIFTY-THREE
  58. FIFTY-FOUR
  59. FIFTY-FIVE
  60. FIFTY-SIX
  61. FIFTY-SEVEN
  62. FIFTY-EIGHT
  63. FIFTY-NINE
  64. SIXTY
  65. SIXTY-ONE
  66. SIXTY-TWO

I miss him. So damn much. But every day brings me closer to him. I just have to be patient.

The carriage breezes through the city, and soon we leave that boisterous atmosphere behind. Fields stretch around on either side of the road, and every now and then, there's a farm in the distance, with workers toiling under the bright suns. It's too far for me to see, but I think they're tending to crops and some domestic animals.

The journey continues for what feels like an eternity. I don't have a watch with me, but I think it must have been a few hours since I left Thea's house.

"Couldn't Ze just teleport me there?" I grumble to myself. Maybe I've gotten too used to that mode of transportation because this feels like torture. Thinking back on it, either he or Cer could have teleported us to China and it would have been so much easier—especially on them since they'd never flown before. The more I think on it, the more disgruntled I become at all the wasted opportunities. Now I understand that they were trying to conceal their real identities, but did they have to do it at the expense of their own comfort?

Another hour passes as we leave the plains behind, mountains appearing in the distance. The contrast is stark. The earth rises out of nowhere, lush, green pastures turning into a rocky, hostile environment. And before I know it, the carriage draws to a halt.

I blink, startled. The door opens, inviting me out. I gulp as I tentatively step out, but the moment my feet meet the ground, the door closes behind me, the carriage already doing a U-turn and disappearing from sight.

"What..." I mutter in shock.

Yet I don't have time to dwell on that as I note that I've likely reached the location of the temple. In front of me, there are two huge doors, on each side of them a thick steely fence going in either direction for what seems like kilometers. They are seemingly wrapped around the mountains, hugging them closely. Two women dressed in black clothes are at the gates, and as they notice me, they incline their heads, and with a wave of a hand, the doors open for me to step inside. I place one foot in front of the other, straightening my back as I attempt to keep my cool. I mustn't look out of place despite feeling absolutely out of my element.

A massive courtyard stretches in front of me. The area is so large I can only make out the base of the mountain on the horizon, the entrance of a steel building etched into the stone. The dark blue of the metal contrasts with the brownish hue of the rock that's peppered with hints of green.