CHAPTER 11

CHANGES FROM WITHIN

Ash was torn. She couldn’t decide whether or not she should say yes and if Freya was being honest about what she was saying. She turned and faced Freya and Reighley sitting at the table.

“What do I do?” She thought. “Is it really worth giving her another shot?” Ash looked over towards Reighley, and he gave her a nod indicating it was right to say yes. “Can he read my mind or something? It’s like he could tell exactly what I was thinking.” Ash took a deep breath and let out a long sigh. “All right, what time is this party?” She asked. Freya’s eyes lit up from her answer. She went into it expecting Ash to say no to her.

“Really!? You’ll come?” She asked.

“Yep. Don’t make me regret it, okay?” Ash pestered. Freya agreed and explained the details of the party to her and then Ash went back to work. Soon the couple finished their desserts and waved goodbye to Ash, exiting the building. Once Reighley and Freya left Ash sent text messages to her friend group letting them know what happened. When Herald saw the two leave he began tailing them yet again, headlights off, displaying tactful yet prudent espionage. It wasn’t much longer until Reighley noticed Herald. The white limousine he drove could only stay hidden for so long.

“Looks like we’re being followed,” Reighley mentioned. Freya looked back at the vehicle following the two and then took hold of Reighley’s hand. She had the same feeling from before back at Reighley’s house. She didn’t want the night to end, for things to slip away from her, and for some reason, the thought of going home without spending some alone time with Reighley made her sad, until she remembered the words Herald told her.

“Uncertainty prevented Molly’s life from moving forward,” she thought. “I’m sorry Herald, but I’m not going to just wait around for something to change!”

“Come on, let's make a run for it!” Freya said with a courageous smile, taking off in a sprint.

“What!?” Reighley exclaimed, being pulled along by Freya’s antics. Herald was astonished by Freya’s actions. Giving them an encouraging smile, he immediately gave chase.

“My goodness Lady Freya, just look how much you’ve grown,” Herald thought. He decided he would play the part of the hunter to make things more memorable for the two.

“Where are we going!?” Reighley yelled, attempting to maintain the same pace as Freya.

“Just as far away as possible!” She answered. The two ran for a while until their next available turn in the city. Once they found one they quickly took a sharp turn left down an alleyway too small for vehicles. “This way.” They made their way through and arrived on the other side and continued to run for a while. Through every twist and turn somehow Herald and his limousine would appear, almost like out of thin air.

“What has gotten into her?” Reighley thought, “I want to stop… but how can I when she looks like that?” He looked at the girl who was pulling him along and saw an excited smile on her face as if she was having the time of her life. Her aura’s arrow was brimming with life as it pointed toward a random direction. “I forgot. Freya loves the thrill of things.” While the two were escaping their hunter, Reighley realized that Freya was going in what would be considered a large circle. He knew the city fairly well after his last treasure hunt downtown. Exhausted, he conjured strength from within and sprinted in front of Freya, deciding to lead the way.

“Come on. Follow me!” He shouted. “I know my way around these parts.”

“Okay!” She replied. Freya let Reighley lead her, placing her full trust in him. The two started making some progress making distance between them and Herald. They would stop every so often taking quick rests, only for Herald to catch up, like a game of hide and seek on a massive scale. Then while running away, heart racing, Reighley realized something as he began to smile.

“Actually… This is pretty fun! I think I get why Freya enjoys the rush!” He thought.

When they thought they had finally lost Herald, the two arrived at the edge of the city limits. What awaited them was a steep hill that led down to a coastline. In front of them off to their right was the famous Crimson Gate Bridge. An infamous San Fran, Kyoto piece of history. The bridge was a bright yellow, which made many people confused about why it was called the Crimson Gate Bridge. It’s 1.7 miles long and stretches across the sea connecting to a nearby city for vehicles to cross. On the sides of the bridge were Japanese lanterns that were lined up on the sides of the bridge. They would light up during the night causing the water below to illuminate.

Freya pointed out a staircase to their left and gestured the two should go down to the shore. Completely out of breath exhausted by the running, they leaned on each other for support as the two slowly descended the stairs to the shores below. Once they arrived Reighley collapsed on the floor on his back on the soft sand. The tide was low, and seagulls could be heard off in the distance. A cool breeze swept through their hair as the moon reflected off of the sea.

“I think we lost him,” She said. This entire time she had been running she hadn’t realized how sweaty she had gotten.

“I don’t… get paid… enough for this…” He said out of breath. Freya was leaning forward, hands on her knees attempting to catch her breath when the two stopped and looked at each other and started bursting out laughing making it more difficult to breathe.

“Oh no… I got carried away. I don’t want Reighley to see how gross I am,” she thought. She turned away from Reighley and pulled out a handkerchief from her bag. She wiped her face and arms off with it. When she was done Reighley got up from the ground and checked his hoodie’s pocket and to his relief, the money he had earned was still bundled up inside. Sand stuck to the back of his hair due to the moisture. He brushed himself off and attempted to clean the sand off him, during this, Freya walked up to Reighley and when he finally got his bearings she grabbed a hold of his shirt with both hands. She pulled herself close and put her forehead on his chest.

“Hey, I’m kind of gross right now, and aren’t your parents going to be upset with you?” he said flustered.

“I don’t care… I just wanted to be alone with you,” she said, with her voice muffled by his clothes. Reighley wasn’t sure what to do. He couldn’t see her aura while her head was down. How could he tell if she was telling the truth? He always had her aura to confirm his suspicions about how she felt. Unsure how to respond he lifted Freya’s head upward by her chin to see her eyes. When he looked into them, a familiar occurrence happened. He was embraced once again by Freya’s aura. It circled the two and coiled up. It was like she had captured him. He was losing all sense of reason staring into her eyes. The light from the bridge behind them made her aquamarine blue eyes emanate through the darkness of her aura. He was captivated. With eyes locked the two lips were only inches away from each other. Freya began closing her eyes in anticipation, unsure what would happen next.

“What am I doing?” Reighley thought, “How did things end up like this? If I were someone else, would she act differently?” The warning Herald gave him echoed in his mind. “Don’t play with her heart,” he recalled. Abruptly, Reighley put his pointer and middle finger on Freya’s lips and pushed himself back gently.

“What’s wrong?” She asked. Freya was confused, the setting was beautiful. To her, Reighley’s silhouette was something out of a movie. The Crimson Gate Bridge behind him was brighter than the rest of the city off to the right of them. “It was perfect… so, why, why did he stop?”

“This isn’t right. You should save things like that for someone special,” he said. Freya’s aura unraveled and then dispersed and the smile that Reighley was growing comfortable with was now absent.

“You are special to me,” Freya said.

“You hardly know me, and plus, I don’t think something like this should happen because of a transaction,” Reighley replied. “I mean, besides, how well do you even know me?” This hurt Freya, several tears began to swell up in her eyes.

“Did I do something wrong?” she sniffled.

“No, no, I just don’t want to be the thirtieth guy you’ve done stuff with if I’m not actually your boyfriend,” he answered.

“Well, you wouldn’t be. You would be the first,” she retorted, “and I do know you! You're a kind-hearted, selfless, and considerate person, who always puts others first. I bet the only reason you pushed me away is because you think it would be best for me, but you’re wrong. I’m taking this seriously!” This response made Reighley’s heart skip a beat.

“Why would she go to such lengths just for me? The last I knew, she most likely had a crush on me at the bare minimum,” he thought. “There is no reason for her to say these things if she’s just planning on getting rid of me in a few weeks.” Reighley, unsure what to do with the now emotional Freya, placed a hand on the back of his head, scratched his hair, and apologized. “Look, I’m sorry. That was a pretty uncool thing for a fake boyfriend to say,” he said. Freya took a deep breath, regaining her composure before tears began to stream down her face, and replied.

“Dummy,” she said, wiping her eyes with a few chuckles.

“Ahmm,” a voice scoffed from the hill beside them. The two looked over and saw Herald waiting at the bottom of the steps. “I do not wish to interrupt Lady Freya, but your father requested you return. He is quite unhappy with tonight’s outcome. I ordered Elise to take you home, she is waiting up above. I will give Master Summers a ride home as well.”

“Very well,” she sighed. The two made their way to the top of the hill and Freya hugged Reighley before they got inside separate vehicles, “Thanks for today. Sorry for making you run so much,” she said while squeezing him tightly.

“Yeah, no problem. Next time you come over you can meet Morgana,” he said, flustered.

“Who’s that?” She asked.

“My cat,” he said. Soon both got inside the separate vehicles and made their separate ways home.

It had been a while since Reighley had last ridden in a vehicle. He was staring out the window, his eyes jumping from building to building.

“So how much did you see, Herald?” Reighley asked.

“I saw the entire thing,” Herald replied.

“Well that’s both mortifying and embarrassing…” Reighley thought.

“Master Summers?” Herald said.

“Uh, yeah?” Reighley replied.

“You have done well to listen to my advice.”

“So it was advice!” He internally sighed in relief. “You know what? Herald is all right.”

“However, let me give you a warning. If you happen to make that girl cry again without a good reason, you will disappear,” Herald threatened.

“Yes sir,” Reighley replied with trepidation. “Wait, wait, wait, what!? Did he just threaten to kill me if I made Freya cry?” He thought.

“Very well, that is all I have to say,” Herald replied. The rest of the ride home was spent in an awkward silence.

When Freya arrived home she was met by her mother outside at the entrance of their manor.

“Hello dear. How was your time with Reighley?” Prismarine asked. From just behind the doors was a muffled angry-sounding Jim Young. Freya could hear him ranting on and on but couldn’t quite understand what he was shouting about. She could only pity the person who was taking the heat from him on the other side.

“It was wonderful Mother. I see Father is upset,” Freya pointed out.

“Yes, he is very upset with your actions. Don’t worry though dear. I’m on your side in this,” Prismarine encouraged. Freya took a deep breath to prepare herself for the wrath to come and walked inside her home. When she entered she saw Lily almost in tears, being yelled at by her father. Freya knew it wasn’t right for him to take his anger out on her and stepped in.

“Leave her alone!” Freya yelled. Jim stopped what he was doing and turned to his daughter who was only a few feet away. The last thing Lily expected was for Freya to defend her. She was so surprised that she dropped the broom and dustpan she was carrying.

“You’re in big trouble missy! He yelled.

“What, Why!?” Freya asked.

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“I work my tail off every day, weeks at a time, all for you, and this is how you repay me? You go running around downtown with some boy!? I don’t think so. Throughout your entire life I’ve always given everything you’ve asked for, but this time I will put my foot down. He is banned from this household. If he takes one step inside of here I’ll have Officer Templeton arrest him for trespassing,” Jim yelled. Freya was incredibly frustrated. She had always wanted her father to be there, but he was too busy for her, and for the first time in a while she finally found someone to fill that void in her life. She had given up on him coming home one too many times. All her bottled-up emotions needed to be released.

“Well, it’s not like you would be around to know if he was here or not,” she sassed.

“You watch your mouth young lady,” Jim scolded in a blind rage. “ You ungrateful child. Do you have even the slightest idea of what I do on a daily basis? You will not speak to me in such a manner. Now, go to your room!”

“Jim! That's enough! Prismarine shouted, snapping Jim back into reality. When he came to, his heart broke. He saw his daughter in front of him with tears flowing down her face like a waterfall.

Freya let out a scream in frustration and then shouted, “Just go back to work already, I don’t want you here!” She then proceeded to sprint past Jim towards the spiral staircase, making her way upward to her room, stomping the entire time to prove her point.

“Lily, make sure she's all right and pick that stuff off the floor!” Jim commanded. Lily was astonished but didn’t show it.

“Shouldn’t you be doing that!?” Lily thought but was too afraid to voice her opinion. “Yes sir,” she answered, picking up the cleaning equipment she dropped, and then immediately followed suit.

Jim was silent. So many thoughts came to mind. “Did I go overboard? She’s never spoken to me like that. Either way, she’ll appreciate it when she’s older.” His train of thought was interrupted by Prismarine tapping his shoulder.

“Jim?” she said.

“Yes Marine,” he answered.

“Tell me, have you ever seen our daughter take the stairs before?” She asked. Jim pondered for a moment, but he couldn’t recall a single time Freya had done that in the past. Even when she was younger she would use the elevator.

“No, I haven’t,” he muttered.

“Our daughter is changing Jim. You need to accept her for who she is. She is not your little girl anymore. She’s growing up now.” Prismarine explained.

He couldn’t accept it. “She must be wrong. This is all because of that Reighley kid. It’s his fault, not mine,” he thought. His facial expression became bitter.

“Would you stop being so stubborn!” Prismarine scolded. “I know exactly what you’re thinking. You think it’s the boy's fault that things turned up like this. Look in the mirror, Jim. If you do anything to that boy-”

“Freya will get over it,” Jim interjected.

“Jim!” Prismarine shouted.

“Watch it, Marine, and quit reading my mind!” Jim said while storming off to his office.

“What a happy family we have here…” Prismarine muttered.

When Lily arrived upstairs in Freya’s room, she saw that Freya was sitting on her bed face down with her face smushed into her pillow sobbing.

“Are you alright Lady Freya?” Lily asked with concern. Normally she wouldn’t care one way or another how Freya felt even after being ordered to check on her, but seeing how she was defended by her she felt as though she owed her one, “If you would like someone to talk to, I would be more than happy to oblige.”

Freya popped her head out from her pillow and looked back at Lily “Really, you mean it?” she sniffled.

“Yes. It is the least I can do to repay you for earlier.” Lily answered. Freya sat upward and patted a spot on her large bed for Lily to sit. Lily sat on the edge of Freya’s bed and turned towards her, ready to listen.

“He’s never around…” Freya said, wiping her eyes. “I get that he’s busy running everything, but I can’t even remember the last time I spent an entire day with him.”

“I don’t recall him doing that either,” Lily thought. “I see…,” she replied.

“I finally have someone willing to spend time with me. Yes, I have to pay him, but he does care about me, and Father just wants to take that away from me. It’s like Father just wants to make me miserable,” Freya said.

“So that Reighley boy is being paid? Interesting…,” Lily pondered. This was the first time Lily had seen Freya open up. Lily decided to sit back and listen, she knew better than most that just having someone to listen to your problems was the best treatment for frustration. She had Elise as her confidant to complain to whenever Freya would do things that irritated her.

Freya got up from her bedside and began pacing back and forth in silence. She raised both of her arms upward and then swung them down to her sides with a loud grunt. Afterward, she began ranting to Lily. All the built-up emotions she had never once spoken out loud about her father all came out at once. “Stupid Father, getting in the way of things! Why is it now of all times that he finally takes an interest in my life? I’ve worked so hard just for him to spend a little bit of time with me. I’ve been the perfect daughter up until now.” Freya stopped speaking abruptly. She had a realization. “I’m doing the exact thing my father just did to Lily… She doesn’t deserve this,” Freya stopped moving, and took a deep breath, exhaling loudly. “I’m sorry Lily. I’m sorry about my Father. He shouldn’t have treated you like that downstairs, and I’m sorry for shouting at you. You don’t deserve that…” Freya was scouring her mind for anything else to apologize about. For a minute Lily didn’t recognize Freya. It was like a completely different person was standing in front of her. A thought occurred in her head but she ended up unintentionally saying what she was thinking.

“Just what happened to you in the last two weeks?” Lily asked. She almost couldn’t bring herself to hate Freya anymore. She still wished she wasn’t in debt, and she blamed Freya for that partially. However, she couldn’t possibly stay mad at someone who defended her and then apologized to her for her parent's actions. It was so unlike Freya that it scared Lily a bit.

“What…? What do you mean?” Freya asked. She was shocked by Lily’s lack of composure. She was always calm and collected, and never once broke her maid etiquette in front of Freya. Although, it wasn’t as if she was prohibited from doing so. Freya had told Lily countless times in the past to speak with her normally from time to time, but Lily refused.

“You’re different now. I don’t know what it is, but something about you has changed,” she said.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing,” Freya asked with concern.

“It’s a good thing. Now if you’ll excuse me I need to prepare your bath and clothes for you to sleep in,” she stated. Lily got up from the bed and walked towards the door when she heard Freya speak once again.

“Hey, Lily?” She asked.

“Yes, Lady Freya?” Lily stopped and answered.

“Thanks again, for letting me rant. I feel a bit better now,” Freya said. Lily looked back over her shoulder and saw Freya with a smile on her face that Lily hadn’t seen throughout all the days she worked for her. It was genuine gratitude. Something Freya had never given Lily since she started as a maid. She wasn’t sure how to respond so she gave a nod and walked out of the room towards the bathhouse.

“Just who does she think she is?” Lily fumed, “She has no right to become a better person, not after all the horrible things she’s done… Don’t think this means I forgive you, Freya. Actions speak louder than words and I’m sure you’ll go back to your former self sooner or later.”

When Reighley finally arrived back home, he said, “Goodbye Sir,” as he waved Herald off and headed back inside. He checked his phone to see the time and it was 10:00 p.m. “Shoot… it’s pretty late. I still need to get some homework done before bed. Looks like it’s going to be another late night,” he thought. When he arrived at the front door, it opened preemptively.

“Welcome home,” Jericho said.

“You were waiting for me?” Reighley asked.

“Of course. I couldn’t sleep knowing that my son was out roaming the city in the middle of the night,” she replied.

“So, am I in trouble?” Reighley asked, worried.

“Nope,” Jericho answered.

“-and you’re not going to ask what happened or why I came home so late all sweaty?” He questioned.

“Nope, I trust you. I’m sure you had your reasons. As for that girl, there was no need for me to interrogate her or anything like that. Your Mama didn’t raise a fool for a son. Besides, I’m sure Isabelle had that part covered and then some,” she said, with a laugh.

“Huh…” Reighley said with relief. He couldn’t understate how much he appreciated that his mom wasn’t overbearing and not breathing down his neck, unlike a certain someone he knew. It made him happy to know he had her trust to do the right thing and make good choices.

“Thanks, Mom,” he said with a smile.

“Although I may be a little young to be a grandmother.” Jericho thought. “Now, go take a bath, you smell awful,” she ordered.

“Yes Ma’am,” he replied. Reighley walked inside past his mother and went to his room to grab clothes and a towel to change into. When he entered, he was ready for the daily pounce that he would receive from Morgana. He looked around the room waiting for the attack and then saw his cat on his desk ready to jump. However, something was off. Morgana looked like he had frozen in place. When Reighley got close to him Morgana scurried away in a panic.

“That bad, huh?” He said. This interaction hurt Reighley a bit, but he thought it was a fair response. He looked Morgana in the eyes and saw its aura. Its normal purple was flowing away from Reighley like a smoke in the wind indicating the cat wanted to be left alone. “All right, hold on Morgana, I’ll be right back,” he explained. Soon Reighley had gathered everything he needed, while storing the money he earned away, and then made his way to the bathroom. Afterward, he conducted his nightly routines of taking a bath, brushing his teeth, and changing into his nightwear. He didn’t wear normal pajamas to bed, instead, he would wear casual comfortable clothing. He would put on a white T-shirt and black joggers then he was ready for bed. Reighley then returned to his room to begin his homework. After a couple of wary sniffs from Morgana, it finally deemed Reighley worthy of its affection, now that he smelled better.

Reighley couldn’t help but think about the threat from Herald, as well as the silent ride home. “I’m definitely cursed. I really should consider writing a will,” he thought. Soon Reighley had finished all of his school work. He looked at Morgana who was curled up sleeping on a few of his papers on his desk and picked him up.

“Alright Morgana, it’s bedtime,” he said. Reighley walked over to his bunk bed and climbed up it with his cat in hand and once the two made their way up top, they laid down getting comfortable, but not until Morgana made it clear that it had first say on where it lay.

“What a crazy weekend, right buddy?” Reighley asked while looking at Morgana’s eyes to see his aura. It was back to its normal purple form. He didn’t need to check it often as animals' aura’s very rarely changed. They were constant and consistent in how they lived their lives, unlike people. Sometimes he wished he could pick and choose when to use his ability, but it wasn’t as if he could turn it off.

“Meow…” The cat said and then stretched its paws.

“Yeah, I’m tired too,” Reighley said and paused. He recollected the events of the day. They stormed his mind, one by one. When it finally came to mind, he kept reliving the moment he spent with Freya at the beach. “I can’t believe I almost-” he turned red with embarrassment from the thought of almost kissing Freya. He took a second to gather his composure and then while laying on his back he raised his hand towards the ceiling. He stared at the back of his hand and muttered, “What am I doing?” He sighed and began thinking about him taking the lead in the escape from Herald, “I acted selfish again, but it was a lot of fun. My life used to be so simple and straightforward before I met Freya, but now that I have her in it, things have changed so much.” With his hand still upward, his vision shifted as it refocused on the ceiling. He remembered that all of this would come to an end in just two weeks. “That’s right… Everything will go back to the way it was before soon. Freya and I will have our fake breakup and we won't see each other anymore outside of school. It was a short-lived spring romance,” his thoughts were melancholic. He let his arm rest as he let out a yawn, conjuring a final thought before falling asleep. “But I guess it was fun while it lasted.”

Throughout the evening Freya was waiting for a text from Reighley. She felt as though she always initiated their conversations and hoped that after tonight Reighley would be thinking about her enough to send her a message when she heard a knock on her door.

“Honey, it’s me.” Freya recognized the voice as her mother Prismarine.

“Yes Mother, what is it?” Freya answered.

Prismarine peered her head through the door and asked, “Are you doing okay, Freya dear?”

Freya nodded yes, in response, “Lily was able to help me feel a bit better,

“Well, that’s good. I’m glad you are all right…” She replied. There was a moment of silence between the two until Prismarine felt like speaking up, “Look, Freya, I’m sorry about your father. I wish I could have done more to help you out.”

“It’s okay Mother. It’s enough to just have you on my side,” Freya said, “Besides, Father hasn’t even met Reighley. I won’t let his opinion change what I see in Reighley. I really like him, you know?” Prismarine halted completely and looked at her daughter, as tears began to start streaming down her face ruining her mascara. “Mother!? What’s wrong?” Freya asked.

Prismarine began wiping her face, “It’s just my little girl is growing up so fast,” she sniffled. “Okay, okay,” she said, gathering herself. “I will continue to be on your side dear. If this is what you truly want then I’ll do what mothers do best and support you all the way through. Well, I’ll leave you be for now. Have a good night Freya, dear,” she said. She slid her head back through the door. Only a small crevice was left open when Prismarine heard her daughter speak.

“Hey, Mom? Thanks.” Freya said with a smile.

With her back facing the door Prismarine looked over her shoulder and spoke through the crevice of the door before closing it. “You’re welcome, dear.”

Moments after walking away from the door, far out of earshot, Prismarine was incredibly giddy. “OH, MY, GOSH. She called me Mom!” she thought, while jumping up and down in excitement and letting out a tiny squeal, “She hadn’t called me that since she was a little girl.” Prismarine gathered herself once again, pumped her fist and encouraged herself, “All right, Prismarine, just keep being a ‘rockin’ mom. You’ve got this!” Afterward, she made her way toward Jim’s office to scold him.

Reighley opened his eyes and somehow found himself inside a dark office, in front of him was a desk with a silhouette of a man sitting in a chair facing backward towards a window. The moonlight gleamed through it shining on Reighley, making it hard for his eyes to adjust to the brightness. He looked down and saw that he was tied up by a rope to a chair. His arms were completely restrained with his arms tied down.

“What!? Just what is going on!” Reighley shouted. His voice echoed into the darkness. The chair slowly yet menacingly began to rotate towards facing Reighley, and a voice came from the silhouetted man.

“I’d stop squirming if I were you. Unless of course, you would like to be stopped by force.” The silhouetted man said. From the right corner of the office room, footsteps were heard walking towards Reighley from the darkness. Out from the corner, was Herald, shrouded in darkness. He was holding a butter knife in one hand and a handkerchief in the other.

“I warned you, Master Summers,” Herald said. Reighley saw a cold icy unforgiving aura emanating from him. When the silhouetted man finally turned around to face Reighley, Reighley looked into his eyes and saw a pure black aura that blocked out the light of the moon from the window. All he could see was the man’s devilish red eyes and to his horror, he was holding a photo of Freya in tears. Reighley didn’t recognize the photo or the location in it and defended himself.

“It wasn’t me! I swear!” He shouted.

“There’s no point in denying it,” said a feminine voice from the shadows. Reighley was confused by this as the voice he heard came from the left corner of the room. Out from the shadows was Isabelle who dramatically revealed herself with maniacal evil laughter. In her hand was a frying pan and she would knock on it with her knuckles making a menacingly clanging metal sound.

“Isabelle? Is that you!? How could you!?” Reighley shouted.

“Mwahahaha! Quiet Brother… This is all because you failed to get a satisfying present for Freya,” she blamed.

“No, I swear! She told me she loved it-” Reighley tried to justify himself when the voice from the silhouetted man was heard.

“Silence! Don’t think your “Insight” on others will save you this time. You’ve failed my daughter for the last time boy! Herald, Isabelle, get rid of him.” Reighley began to panic as the two were walking towards him brandishing their weapons. Reighley could only let out a helpless scream before waking up.