Fan Fiction ❯ Blue Ice ❯ Missing Puzzle ( Chapter 3 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
It was the first day of summer, and already the heat was intolerable. If the weather were to only increase in temperature, I would hate to think of the days ahead of me.
I glared at the blue sky outside my windows. Since those long 5 years ago, since the first encounter with my death, I had nightmares of drowning in red. Since then, I could no longer bear the light; it was always in darkness did I find my comfort. Ironic isn't it? To dream of lost in a sea of darkness one would expect one to fear it, yet it was just the opposite of everyone's assumption.
They do no understand. No one does. How can they when they were not there when my death approached me that day?
I sighed and left my position from the window. I wanted to see him again. I wanted to see those cold blue eyes again. I want…no I can't think of those things; not now, not when there is so much bloodshed going on. Not when there is a war ahead of me. There is no need for my death at the moment.
Suddenly a knock disturbed my thoughts.
"Qian?" my brother called beyond my locked door. "Qian, I need to speak with you."
I groaned.
"Oh, yes, talk…" I muttered under my breath, "Who could forget about that ridiculous talk?"
I swung open my door and glared at him.
"No," I said before he could question me, "I'm fine. No, there is nothing going on with Suo and I. Really, he's... let's just say as a monk belongs to the monastery and no women shall enter, so shall he not enter a priestess sanctuary. But no, there isn't anyone I favor. And finally, yes, I understand my responsibilities."
He glared back and me, and after a hesitating minute, he replied, "I am just worried about you."
I sighed once again, but this time not in annoyance but in defeat.
"I know, brother." I smiled. "I know."
He grinned widely and patted my head. "I will be out for a hunt. I won't come back till dark. I advise you to be cautious; I will have the guards out in front. If any ill come near, scream, Qian. Understood?"
I nodded.
I glared at the blue sky outside my windows. Since those long 5 years ago, since the first encounter with my death, I had nightmares of drowning in red. Since then, I could no longer bear the light; it was always in darkness did I find my comfort. Ironic isn't it? To dream of lost in a sea of darkness one would expect one to fear it, yet it was just the opposite of everyone's assumption.
They do no understand. No one does. How can they when they were not there when my death approached me that day?
I sighed and left my position from the window. I wanted to see him again. I wanted to see those cold blue eyes again. I want…no I can't think of those things; not now, not when there is so much bloodshed going on. Not when there is a war ahead of me. There is no need for my death at the moment.
Suddenly a knock disturbed my thoughts.
"Qian?" my brother called beyond my locked door. "Qian, I need to speak with you."
I groaned.
"Oh, yes, talk…" I muttered under my breath, "Who could forget about that ridiculous talk?"
I swung open my door and glared at him.
"No," I said before he could question me, "I'm fine. No, there is nothing going on with Suo and I. Really, he's... let's just say as a monk belongs to the monastery and no women shall enter, so shall he not enter a priestess sanctuary. But no, there isn't anyone I favor. And finally, yes, I understand my responsibilities."
He glared back and me, and after a hesitating minute, he replied, "I am just worried about you."
I sighed once again, but this time not in annoyance but in defeat.
"I know, brother." I smiled. "I know."
He grinned widely and patted my head. "I will be out for a hunt. I won't come back till dark. I advise you to be cautious; I will have the guards out in front. If any ill come near, scream, Qian. Understood?"
I nodded.