LUCEM
LXIX Chapter

The same need or purpose, or just having to share the path.

Navigate the ocean of the day, hiding but having to be visible, holding back, role-playing, negotiating and compromising, bending the groove without losing direction.

When you find your enemy on the way and it's not an opportunity to finish him off even if you know you're capable of it.

Weight.

Know yourself not to invite failure and regret.

Holding the character is like changing the color of your skin, it's easy if you're bright. It's about the human side of course.

Know

more

and

understand

a lot

the burden of a long history that demands an end.

Magentas.

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"I didn't bid for my soul or anyone else's," were my first words when I followed Magenta and Venus in another room tonight.

Magenta stopped his steps suddenly."All right, we'll be there in a few days, '" he said.

I stared at him for a moment before smiling happily."Thank you, Magenta."

"Don't be too happy just yet, I won't be carrying someone if it's just going to be a burden. Finish your dinner and get ready for the actual rehearsal tomorrow morning" Magenta commented a faint smile.

I was confused between having to jump or bow, so I decided quickly to wave at him." Thank you," I said again and passed into the dining room with a small run.

Some days, it's not long. I can convey that to the rat troop and calm them down.

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I woke up very early, I was cold.

I was dressed in the dark, wearing the most comfortable clothes I could and shiny boots. I combed my hair back into a neat and slippery look.

Brushed teeth. Washable face. Forget showering.

Magenta promised a drill he called 'real training' in preparation for the rescue of the rat troop. Today is my chance to prove that I am not only blessed but also capable. I don't know who I'm going to show off to.

I tied my boots, tied them twice. Opens window. I turned away from the glare of light that slowly burst in from the window to meet my own reflection in the small mirror above the sink. I blinked, focused.

Pale skin, dark hair, strange eyes.

I blinked again.

My hands vibrate.

I glanced down, palms up, as a soft blue light pierced through the thin skin on my wrist.

"It's time for real practice," I sighed nervously.

All my life I've only ever done training under Marbella's guidance, and she's never once said 'real practice' just practice without a clear sentence. 'Real training' turned out to give me a nervous and thrilling sensation.

I pushed open the door.

The cold morning air burst in, shivering in my face. The sun is still rising. The golden light bathed everything, distorting my gaze for a moment. Birds chirped as I walked through the garden. I dragged myself through the grass.

Soon, I saw Magenta and Venus in the distance.

I'm stopping.

"Oh, wow," Marbella's voice greeted me.

"What?" I glanced at.

"No, come on." Marbella slipped her hand on my arm.

Following Magenta's steps towards the outer fence.

Magenta stepped with a fixed rhythm, followed by Venus aligning her steps.

The gate had been passed and we had walked away from the house for dozens of steps. I put on a watchful eye.

But nothing happened.

Our steps are getting further away. View changed. Mountains stagger across the sky. A large lake glittered nearby. We fought wild and fierce gusts of wind as we climbed. For no reason at all, a butterfly perched on my shoulder.

I plucked the beautiful insect out of my shirt, clamping its wings between my fingers. The butterfly fluttered desperately as I studied it, observing its terrifying body as it flipped over in the palm of my hand. Slowly, I increased the intensity of my touch, and his flaps grew even more desperate, his wings flapping on my skin. I blinked. Butterfly thrashing.

A low buzz sounded from his insect body, a gentle hum that sounded like a scream. I waited, patiently, for the beautiful creature to die, but it just flapped its wings harder, against the inevitable.

When the butterfly stopped completely, I placed it slowly on the grass. The color powder in my hand, I closed my fingers, squeezing it in my fist. I wiped the remains on a wheat bar that grew too much and we kept going.

What dimension of space knows this moon?

Technically the autumn weather is outside the dimensional space, and usually the temperature is erratic, inconsistent. Like today, the wind was blowing fiercely, which made the air become extremely cold. My nose went numb as we found the field, when I found a little bit of sunlight, I approached to warm myself up in the light. This morning we did a two-mile hike from home. Magenta said I needed training and also sports before.

He did not explain the reason.

When we finally reached the place in question, the sun had shifted in the sky. I glanced at the dying star for a moment.

We stopped under a lonely tree. Big and alone. Magenta looked at me who was still standing from where he was sitting.

She smiles.

"I salute you" he said.

I made a light smile for him.

"How did you adjust?" she said, covering her legs with the long skirt she was wearing. He didn't ask me to sit down.

"Yes, it's far and windy. But I have no complaints about it," I replied straightforwardly.

"And?" He leaned forward, clasping his hands in front of him. "How are you feeling?"

"Me?"

He tilted his head towards me. Take a bottle of water. I saw her take a sip and that simple action stuttered the emotions inside me. Feelings pressed my mind in flashes of memory, houses, rats, black fog, Maria. Venus failed to light the fire, too windy.

“Did you miss someone?” she asked.

“I don't have," I glanced at Marbella who was sitting leaning her body on a tree trunk.

"Friends? A girlfriend?”

A faint irritation appeared within me. “Nothing, except for a troop of rats taken hostage but it's not that kind of longing."

Magenta made her sit more relaxed, her smile wider. “Better like that, of course. Easier."

"Yes" I replied briefly.

Magenta standing. “ Your training should be better than we expected. ” Then he glanced at me, waiting for a reaction.

I'm just staring.

He sipped his drink again before putting his bottle on the grass. Magenta walked up and stood in front of me, judging. One step closer and the scent of his body overpowered me. I inhaled a sweet fragrance and flowers like a spring dream flooded my senses. However, I looked straight ahead.

The closer he gets, the more I become aware of him. The physical presence is solid. Categorically female.

She was a figure with a graceful yet tough look that stood in front of me, the loose clothes she was wearing could not hide the subtle and sculpted curves of her arms and legs. His face, his jawline is so smooth. He smelled like jasmine and something else, something clean and fragrant. It was unexpectedly pleasant, it filled my head.

"Mars," said he.

A needle of anxiety pierced my mind. It's so unaccustomed every time someone calls my name right in front of my face. Just Marbella.