Candela

Candela was still confused at the same time, she’s also frustrated. Her mind… damn her mind that is now in a chaotic situation.

She’s thinking about that piece of silver metal that she’s sure, she hides it properly. But now? It’s gone… all way gone on her hands. No tracking, no clues and there’s no such trace that she could use to start finding it again.

Was it really possible that someone stole it from her? And if that so… then who? Was that person know who she really is and her true motives. God, she couldn’t think rationale.

Plus… yeah, in addition to her unsolved problem is Lord Blade. No other than but the gruesome and that blunt prince that she wanted to avoid. But upon knowing that he was the owner of the silver knife… her mission and her life were just put into danger. Danger to be known…

When Candela knows about that entity, everything about her seems unconditional. Her mind didn’t work properly. Including her breath that every time she saw knights especially Liam… became erratic.

Now that her surrounding was still in heat, she can’t take a step again for her plan. She needs to be careful even more. She needs to be aware of whom she talked to and whom she with. Because it doesn’t change the fact that someone might already know who the fuck she is. And in that case, her bubbles might burst easily. She can’t take it… the heck! She can’t take the failure after preparing herself for this plan. She can’t take being lost in the battle she has started. This was her game and she’ll only be the winner of her play.

She won’t be going to lose the battle. If she should double her efforts then she will do everything. Do everything just to make her promise come true…

Candela sighed heavily. She’s done with her maid task for a day. From floor to wall. Pieces of Furniture to the window. Every part of the assigned area to her was all clean up. And now, she just finished mopping and sweeping the veranda.

The veranda was facing the east. And from where she’s standing, her eyes freely roamed around the whole east part of the castle. Unlike in the west part, the east was surfaced and covered with thick bushes, grasses, and tall trees. Everything was green and may enlighten everyone’s mood who would be here, exactly on where she is now.

She draws near on the railings even more. Candela holds onto it and she instantly felt its chills. She heaves a sigh again before closing her eyes. From the moment she closed her eyes, her eyes started to water. The tears seem like have their own life as they escape from her eyes freely.

‘I missed you, Mom… Dad. I badly want to see you and hug you. No one knows how much I wanted to see you again but I know, even so, I how I wish to, it would be hopeless. But if there’s something I want to assure both of you is that the result of this revenge. I’ll give you the justice you two deserve. My effort for achieving my victory won’t be fruitless. I promised…’

She was feeling the thin air touching her skin. Blowing her hair but when she heard something beside her, her eyes went open. There, her sight was welcomed by a raven with its red eyes eyeing her, directly. But what catches her attention the most is the thing on its beak. A black piece of paper clip on its beak.

Her head crease. “What was that, little birdy?” she asked the bird. As if birds can answer. Ah! She thinks, she’ll really be going to lose her sanity because of too many troubles crawled on her mind.

The raven flies, leaving the paper with her. It fell on the floor so she bent down to pick it up. When she unfolded the paper, few words were incurved on it. But it was clear for her… clear as crystal water.

“Someone is inviting me to meet her in the woods. And it happens that, that someone was the one who stole the knife…”

The piece of paper on her hand-blown by the wind and it lodge on top of the tree. Facing the east where the woods are…Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

As what has been said in the letter came from the unknown, Candela is now heading through the deep woods. Even she, in herself, can’t understand her reason for agreeing to meet that person behind the letter. She should be careful, right?

Then what is she now doing? Walking outside in the middle of the night. Guided only by the moonlight? How pathetic her mind going on to…

She makes sure that no one will see her that’s why she passed on the back part of the castle. Where only a few knights and maids that are in the post she should pass. Good thing, lucky for her that they didn’t see her.

She’s wearing her black cloak to hide her face. She may be unsure of doing this but she thinks her cloak will help her. Well, hopefully…

Candela walked and passed high trees. Large bushes that sometimes prick her skin. The only thing she can do was to whine and groan every time thorns and sharp twigs scattered on the ground would hit her bare legs. How she wished that her uniform were sort of pants and boots so that, her legs will have a cover. But since their uniform was a knee-length dress, all she can do was to wish.

When finally she arrived in the middle of the woods, a strong presence from nowhere welcomed her instantly. And then, the wind blows roughly that causes her to hug herself. The cloak still wasn’t enough to fight back the cold and for goodness’ sake, she’s sweating cold as she felt freezing feeling slowly hugging her.

Nevertheless, regardless of what she has felt by now, she is still able to pull herself together. She started to draw nearer. Near into the very familiar enormous banyan tree. Where is she again?

Oh, she’s just in the place where Lord Primo was planned to assassinate by the rebels. And it happens that she is with him that’s why her life was put in danger also. In this place, she sacrifices her life for a child of the enemy whom she expected to battled with.

“Does anybody here?!” she shouts instead of drowning herself in her reverie. No one answer. “Hello?! Does anybody here? I’m here to get what I want!” she shouted again but still, no one answered her.

Only the monotonous chirped of crickets and night birds is all she can hear. Plus, the cold whisper of the night breeze. She leaned her back on the banyan tree as soon as she stepped under its shade. When she looked at the ground, she noticed that the moon was glistening brightly. It makes Candela came out under the banyan tree and let her wholeness showered by the light coming from the moon.

She spread her hands wide open while looking above the moon. The moon which possesses an overwhelming beauty. Beauty that she was sure that no one can surpass.

“Goddess of the Moon, hug your child. Give me the strength to continue my will in life. Kiss me as I am your child,” from that moment, Candela forgot what she’s really into. She forgets the reason why she is in the woods.

She was drowned in the moon that she’s looking at. And she’ll continue to drown until she felt a pair of arms wrapped around her waist coming from her back.

“I’ve been waiting for you, My Candela…” that voice… That voice gives her severe goosebumps and there is only one who can give her that effect.