Especially the small nations making up the Aimas Union that shared borders with the Istel Kingdom had to worry whether the Istel army would attack their country while their troops were out. Same was the case for the Byron Kingdom, sharing borders with the Persion Kingdom.īyron Kingdom that had attacked Amaranth faster and fiercer than any other nation within the continent had to now worry whether the Persion Kingdom would attack their weakened border defence forces or not. Two days ago, a strange rumour started spreading with the northern area of the Grain Mountain Range in the centre. The Black Dragon – the Mad Dragon Lunark that had hidden itself hundreds of years ago, which they considered a nonsensical rumour had actually shown itself. In an appearance that seemed to be greatly injured, it plundered and burned the castles and villages near the mountain range and disappeared towards the north. Only then did the people start pointing their ears to the rumours spread by Roan and the Amaranth Kingdom, the truth. They started to slowly understand that their stories were by no means nonsensical. When news that the soldiers of each nation that were known to have died during the battle were in fact alive, and were receiving great reception at the Amaranth prisoner camp, the sincerity of Roan and the Amaranth Kingdom was relayed in a more clear and distinct manner. Of course, such a change was still limited to the northern region of the continent. However, rumours tend to spread like wildfire. Flowers grow in the victim’s chest and eventually suffocate him if his love is not returned to him.” “Hanahaki is a disease that suffers a person living a unrequited love.The Amaranth Kingdom once again tried everything in their hands and focused on spreading the truth to the entire continent. The night is peaceful, just like the one that gave birth to the first flower. Lunark is lying on her bed, her eyes wide open and facing the window with large white curtains. Thousands of stars dot the skies of Seoul. The lights of the city hide them from the eyes of humans, but with her wolf’s eyes night vision, she distinguishes the color and shimmer of each galaxy. Her favorite was the one that had been called ‘NGC 1055’ by the scientists, but what Lunark nicknamed 'Blue Diamond’ in her head. These nights she wanted to dream awake rather than sleep, she immersed her eyes in the cerulean immensities of the galaxy that reminded her of Frankenstein’s eyes. She imagines him in his own room, looking at the stars at the same time as her.Īt this thought, she smiled with a bit of melancholy and put a hand against her heart.
The spark of heat spread through her chest, weaving threads around her ribcage. The first flower had been the most magnificent.
It had appeared the night Frankenstein touched her hand by accident when he was serving her tea.Īt that moment, alone in her bed as at that moment, she had felt with amazement a feeling of embrace and warmth in her heart, and the sensation had grown, like an ivy clinging to a wall. A plant had grown in her, blooming a flower with blue petals to her lips. The flower had fallen into the trembling hands of Lunark, who, wide-eyed, had silently contemplated the wonder that her body had created. The flower had seemed to shine like a thousand galaxy as she twirled it between her fingers. Lunark was certainly surprised at what was happening to her, but not scared.
She had seen so many surreal things in her life to be very shocked. In her childhood, she had been told a story about flowers growing in people’s bodies. The founders of the werewolf clan had apparently met because of that… She vaguely remembered that the legend had a very sad end, but she could not remember how it was. She had therefore deduced that the flower was the expression of her love for Frankenstein and that had amazed her.ĭespite the late hour, she had gone down to the living room. Frankenstein was still busy, looking at his diary with an exhausted look, a hand on his forehead and his hair ruffled. He had looked up at her as he heard her coming, smiling softly. “Couldn’t sleep?” He asked, putting his diary down. The sensation was still vibrating in her throat and keeping the silence had seemed wiser. So, she had just stretched the flower, slightly blushing. The man’s eyes had widened with admiration.Ī petal had fallen from her lips, but Frankenstein had not noticed anything, dazzled by the splendor of what she presented to him.
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