Chapter 9

[1750 B.C.]

"Who are you?" the childish voice questioned me, and bluntly, I stared at the little being who was sneaking around the gardens of the emerald palace.

What was I supposed to say? It was obvious who this child was, for there, in the midst of hell - children, were rare. As rare as dreamy happy endings.

That little boy was Loren, Callisto's son and his one true love until then.

The being to whom the king dedicated his life and the reason he opened himself to Elaine. There were even some fans who said that Elaine was not so good and had blatantly used the boy to get closer to the king.

At the time, I remember disagreeing and defending the heroine.

"I am Asra" I replied simply by extending one of my hands to him to help him stand up.

The little boy wore black clothes that stood out on his excessively pale skin. There were reddish circles under his crimson eyes, and he smiled briefly as he took my hand.

"Asra? Like the phoenix tha