n rich green grass and encircling the meadow were flowers of all types, sun flowers, helenium, lupines and lilies. He looks around in a daze at the beautiful

in favor of figuring out where he is, he died that

ly, he strode in that direction. Gradually the silhouettes of two

. They appear to be happily engaged in something.

nkempt which is in complete contrast to the other boy who looks full of life and

one's heart whoever sees it. With a single glance, one can tell that they

nto their world and so, he stands nearby and wat

y weak, was capable of running fast and was just letting the younger one win. The children continued their game until the sun had reached the horizon. As the sky gradually turns darker, the dark-hai

t. I made proper arrangements before coming here". Although Blake answers the boy carelessly,

ver this, Blake sighs and finally gives in and gets to his feet. He doesn't want his dear friend to worry anymore. He brushed the dust and gr

few seconds but finally with a big sm

rns around and follows his friend back through the forest, and watches his friend who sneaks in through a small gap in the fence and heads towards the back door of what seems to be a large manor. His

dually returns to i

hildren remind you how la

rroundings, but he didn't even realize when this mysterious voice has invaded his defenses whic

of the meadow unconsciously, there he sees a woman sitting on a branch o

h white light, where eyes should be filled with golden light, he stumbled back a bit in shock

chortles and says lightheartedly "Oh my… I seem to have s

gerous, she was not a human that much was clear not to mention that he could tell how powerf

help you” she replies. Seeing Mark so

e was no way she was a simple spirit. “What is your purpose in bringin

and now I am here, stuck with you, but you are the one accusing me. Ah! my lif

an't help but roll his eyes inwardly. At

rs' business solely for their entertainment. Now, looking at this old busy body, he feels t

exciting reaction from him could only jump down fr

from intervening and bringing you here. I worked so hard to bring your soul here so that I could save you and you..." She looks away unhappily “Not only did you not thank me but instead accused me repeatedly of you being here, you’re

r mouth, why does it seem like he is harassing the old. Moreover, any normal person would b

son. So, I choose to forgive you today for your behavior towards an elder humph…” She then turns to look at him. Her eyes turn serious for a moment. “You

our so-called happiness is when you didn't have enough to eat

. Finally, he realizes why this place feels so familiar to him. This is the pl

ure behind the widow which hasn

hildhood friend whom you left at the b

hurt because of me, I didn't want to taint his happy life.” he hurriedly tries t

continues “You did it because playing with a human would make

ch other for the first time. He just got adopted by this new pack. He didn't know why no one wanted to play with him. He was strong, f

to a witch, and she was responsible for setting this barrier around the pack's territory, the first thing that Mark was taught by his new father that no one

from the pack territory and suddenly he heard someone sobbing from farther up the forest. He found it strange, so he followed the sound until he reached the edge of a Meadow. The edges of the clearing were full of di

obbing so hard that his small frame was shaking. When Mark

here with him. He simply held on to him and started bawling his eyes out even more. After much cry

is ...hic...hic... No one listened to me and instantly sided with her. They even g

outside alone especially since he is just human so without much thinking, he suddenly promised Blake that if he stopped crying and returned home safely, he would come to play

was just a child then. He couldn't handle the social pressure. So, he, one day, decided to abandon his only friend. That day after playing with him for a whole day he couldn't bring himself to tell him that he

eliberately tried to forget these memories and ignored his feelings, the quilt haunted him, ever present in the back of his mind. He would find making his way to the meadow before he would stop remembering that Blake would not be there to wait for him.Then, on his birthday, he regained his memories. He remembered how his enti

was consumed by hatred and revenge. He left everyt

ill alive spread like wildfire through the whole supernatural world. His presence stirred up the supernatural world and turned

he whole world alone and exact his revenge, so his mission for rev

after him regardless of who they were or what they wanted. He didn’t care all that much and as the years passed it became easier and easier to kill. Tearing apart anything that wanted to harm

ldn’t get himself to leave, there was something in Blake that drew him

suddenly found himself in bed with Blake the next morning, he fled the place hurriedly, everything was too real too sudden so like a coward he ran away again. He was both worried and ashamed. Ashamed, because he acted like

hat if he left that place, they would not realize Blake's presence. But he stil

stopped running, he didn't care about living anymore, because he lost everything. But as the hours passed the pain set in, like a wave crashing over and sweeping him under the surface and he couldn’t resurface. He decided that if he's going to die, h

as heavily injured with only a single breath hanging onto him. He couldn't hold on any long

ion, Mark snaps out of his stupor, the memories of his past receding to