It was like, Amara had no control on her actions, what so ever happened was nothing Amara did, the only thing that was hers, was her thoughts and her face. "I missed you." She spoke, her eyes looking at him, in pain. "Why, I just left you this morning, Massaira." He said in a firm voice as he glanced at her face and traced the side of her lips. Amara kissed his fingers, to which the man leaned in, "I love you." He kissed her. No, she hadn't. She hadn't been kissed like that before, but she had and she felt it, but not from Ray, it was from him, this was it, this was the dream she had every morning , which she forgot, the minute she woke up. And when the dream was about to end, she was miserable, always, because she didn't want the dream to end. But it was bound to be. "I love you more, Zollver." She said as they parted. Zollver, held her, one hand around her small waist and the other on her chin, "I am getting married, Massaira." She had it all, now. It was unnatural how happy a human could make the other by saying a few words, Marry me. And he knew it, the answer. Massaira could never decline, Zollver, Ofcourse, she couldn't. She couldn't control the happiness, her arms took their positions, wrapping them around his neck, pulling herself up, so that she could smell him, and she did. His scent was the most pleasant scent she had taken in, not Massaira, Amara. "I will." She took it the other way. It wasn't her fault, their love was so strong that no one could imagine them parting, including Amara. He pulled away, leaving a confused Massaira, when she turned the other way, there was this huge room , a hall perhaps, decorated beautifully, she turned back to see Zollver, he wasn't there. She looked at the hall again, it was filled now, with so many people and there she spotted Zollver with another woman, she stared at them. When the priest asked Zollver, if he agreed to be in bond with the woman, Massaira screamed, she screamed with her life, she screamed her heart out, she screamed for her love and for the only man who could hear her screams, yet paid no attention to it, the worst part was, he said yes. Yes to the woman, who wasn't Massaira, the love of his life as he always told her, Anger rushed through her veins as they took a step closer to kiss, but, he stopped and looked at her, Zollver looked at her and smiled painfully, Massaira choked, she was helpless. The worst thing any mortal could see in their existence was this, seeing the love of your eternity kissing another woman, what did that whore have that Massaira lacked? Amara coughed as she stood there, she was really choking, now. It was too late, before she realized , she was on fire.
Amara sprang up from her bed as she panted, dying to breathe. She blinked as she got a clearer vision of what she was seeing, she was in her room. She walked towards the mirror, and took a look at herself, she was red and of course burning, her skin was so hot. Amara ran her slender fingers through her hair, "Did I have a dream or something?" She tried to remember hard, but she couldn't, as always. She hissed as the pain stung her on the back of her neck, she touched the spot, it was the mark, her mark was burning. Amara had a mark on her back, she was born with it, and she would definitely die with it. She shrugged and walked towards the shower, as she stripped down her clothes and washed herself.
She wrapped a towel around and soaked herself while she searched for clothes, she chose the black dress she loved, because it made her look different and like her. When she was ready, she looked in the mirror and smiled at herself. She turned around, and walked downstairs, she opened the door, a letter fell down. She bent down, and gently picked it up, it was closed by a seal, an ancient seal, it looked like. She opened the letter,
'Ms, Amara,
We are really sorry for the sad news we heard about your parent's death in a road accident. It is a shock for us to hear such a heartbreaking news, that two of the very kind humans, I knew died. I was a close friend of your parents, they did live in our town for a while, but left soon enough. I would like to inform you that they have left you a mansion here. I would request you to come to Zollveria, as soon as possible in order to get a claim of your mansion. There are more things I want to discuss, that cannot be done through letters, so I strongly recommend you to collect your belongings.
Sylesther.'
Amara clenched her teeth, of course she had a choice to make, and her only choice, somehow, was, Zollveria. This could have been a joke by the other person too, but she knew it wasn't, because her parents had told her about Zollveria and the mansion too, though we could never go there. She heard the bell and peeped from the window, it was Ray. She opened the door and let him in, "Good Morning, baby." He said in a cheerful tone. Amara handed him the letter. Ray read it slowly and her face changed, Amara found it very amusing, how he reacted, "I am going, Ray." He gulped, was this too hard on him, Amara thought. "You can't just..go." He spoke, finally. "I have to go, Ray." She spoke as she searched the refrigerator for food, "How long?" She took out a bottle of water and an apple, "Maybe forever, Maybe I'll settle there." She took a bite of the apple. "I don't think we can work anymore. I mean, long distance isn't my thing." She spoke in a hurry as she moved around the kitchen. " We can try." He tried to speak. "C'mon, Ray, that won't be possible." He felt bad of course, for the sudden reactions, "Hey..." She came closer and clasped his face in her hands,as she kissed him, "I have had a great time with you, you know that. But, I have my reasons, Ray."
He left after an hour or so later, she had been packing since that time, she knew this change was for good, so good that maybe she wouldn't be lost now, maybe she would find the person, she is looking for or maybe she would be a different person altogether. She had contacted Sylesther again, asking him about the details of the house, its location and he told her that a driver would come to receive her at the airport. Amara was positive about this, she knew something awaited for her in this place, Zollveria, was it? It wasn't about the thrill of shifting to a new town, it was the firm belief that told her this was the turning point. When she was done packing, she collapsed on the bed crawling back in the deep slumber which led her to the most awaited dream of her conscious.
