I am trying my best to ignore.

But I can't really root the source of my thoughts. Every thought is an endless loop, each step, each thought brings me back to the just one place.

Verena Ambrosine.

I know I was harsh and mean to her. I was angry and it got the best of me, without even realizing I let it out on Verena. At first it felt good as my heart felt more lighter than I ever had but the guilt kept me awake for hours and days, growing more and more. Engulfing me into its sweet torture and agony.

I tried to talk with Verena but she is ignoring me like I've never existed before. My father is happy that I had disappointed him again. But I don't know about what he is disappointed, me losing the challenge or me not killing Verena.

But unless everything I liked the look on his face.

The disappointment hitting him like a solid rock on the face.

I am striding the down the dark corridors only lanterns are lit. The sky is dark shade of blue and the air is getting heavy and cold. It seems like it's going to rain cats and dogs. I stop in front of the window only to see the beautiful evening sky. The sky always put me in better mood and ease my mind. The cold breeze brushing against my face feels like heavens.

I am looking around the spring court garden when my eyes caught attention of red blazing hair dancing in the air.

Verena.

She is sitting on the bank of the river. She seems sad and more than that lost. My stomach churn as images of Verena's begin to flow in my mind and my words begin to suffocate me. But all of it flow away as I notice a tear flowing down Verena's eyes.

I hate it.

I hate it that I am the reason behind it.

I know I did the worst thing.

Reminding her of her painful past. And I don't know how I even know it. Our powers are blocked long ago before the great war. The Gods took our gifts from us. They punished us by taking one thing that was our pride.

After that day I lash out on Verena I have been trying hard to use my powers again but I can't. It isn't helping me at all but it did happen when I was around Verena that day. Maybe she is the key to my salvation or ours. Maybe I can be something.

Something that can put an end to my father.

I look at Verena sitting still on the rock. The water a shade of dark blue just like the sky. I wave my hand in the air just to use a trick of my ability. Elves are not just blessed with unique powers but are blessed with small abilities. Making flowers bloom, healing, and a little magic is that we are capable of and that's how we have been coping with Humans.

After a few seconds there is a glow in the water and water changes it color to lighter shades of green and then to neon blue. Verena looks in surprise. Her face lit up with surprise and awe at the same time. With another wave of my hand fishes begin to swim to the bank and jump in the water making different patterns.

Deyanira used to do the same trick when we were kids. She used this every year, same day, same time when my mother died. And I used to love this, the only thing making me less miserable after a long day of royal formalities.

And suddenly I am dragged out of my thoughts by a soft but shrill laugh. A laugh just like a kid laughing at something funny for the first time. So sweet and innocent. I looked at Verena laughing at the tiny creatures dancing in the lake. Her giggles a sweet song to my ears and that when I felt it.

My heart skipping a beat.

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TO BE CONTINUED........