A few moments later, Astravan continued to walk towards Oneiros' lair, carrying a sore Trick to form a piggy back ride.
"I think…I'm alright now master." Trick mumbled shakily, shrugging his shoulders and making Astravan stagger with an abrupt stop.
"Is that so?" Astravan squatted to the ground, his knees bending fully against the stone slates to enable Trick better come off his back.
Trick stood to his feet, holding unto his master for a moment while taking slow but steady breaths as he grabbed his master's free shoulder for support.
"Alright." Trick stretched from side to side flexibly, rolling both his arms as he stamped his feet to stand firmly against the ground.
"We've gone through the first two questions..."
"So what's the last one, Master?" Trick stared in question at Astarvan, his master's head raised in thought as the two kept on walking side by side.
Like the drizzling rain which begins as but a gentle shower, but later transforms into a monsterous storm of heavy rain, causing erosions and floods wherever it appears.
Astarvan's face slowly etched into a slight grin, before spreading out into a wide, but witty smirk.
"The last question—"
"Just might be the most tricky one yet."
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A fair damsel walked gently into the palatial comfort of her room, closing the door quietly behind, her comely face stretching out to adopt a cunning grin as she rested her back against her door in thought.
"I'm finally done with homework." The girl heaved a weary sigh as she locked her door shut, traveling through the majestic splendor that was her room.
"Now—"
"It's me time." The girl squealed in unfettered excitement internally, before hopping straight into the inviting embrace of her luxurious water bed.
Her lengthy, brightly coloured orange hair danced glamorously in the air as she landed in her bed, the mattress giving off a slight bounce much to the girl's satisfaction.
She dressed her light clothing over her body that got creased from her collision with her bed.
Floaty shorts to appreciate the gentle breeze that coursed from her posh windows, and an ethereal shirt which gifted her the appearance of a charming angel.
All her clothes were dyed in a pure white color as though acting as an insignia to better represent the lassie's spotless soul.
She motioned through her bed like a worm, heading straight for a stack of books, neatly arranged at the end of her lavish bed.
An elated smile then made its way through her lips as she eyed the books in mirth.
"Wow, so many books to choose from."
"I just can't decide which to read." The girl bit her lips in thought as she greedily held onto all the books stacked atop her bed.
"I guess I'll just have to read all of them then." She confessed with a sly smile, repositioning the books beside her as she laid on her belly, swinging her legs playfully in the air.
With only a few moments of reading, the girl's face flushed red, her oceanic blue eyes radiating a gleaming glow as she buried her red face within her palms.
"Nothing beats romance." The girl squealed outwardly, turning on her back and kicking her legs happily into the air.
She returned back to her natural reading position, dropping her last book and picking up another once more.
"Greedy love." She resounded the name etched into the stunningly designed book cover, motioning her fingers over it before she flipped it open, ready to immerse herself once more within it.
"What chapter did I stop reading at?" She flipped through the pages unhurriedly, until she found her light blue bookmark.
"There you are." She voicalized in a satisfactory tone, swinging her legs once more as her eyes flashed with a glint of interest whilst reading the romance filled book she currently held.
"Whoa!" Like a red tomato, her face immediately blushed red, gifting her with rosy cheeks as she buried her face in her pillow and let out a muffled scream.
"PEAK!" She mumbled out in a pleased manner, turning to lay on her back as she voiced out her thoughts.
"No matter how many times I tell Trick to start reading romance, he never listens, always saying it's for ladies."
"Hmph!" She pouted loudly, momentarily staring into a single direction in the air before her face suddenly flushed red once more.
"Ahhhh!" She buried her red face into her bed, screaming into the hearing of her pillow before being interrupted by the loud sounds of her door opening violently.
WHAM
"Master Charlotte, are you all right?!" A youthful maid hurriedly opened the door desperately, eying everything in sight within the room.
The girl slowly lifted her head up, her cheeks growing more rosy in embarrassment as her maid stared at her, laying lazily on her belly and squealing loudly to romance books.
"I thought… I locked the door?" Charlotte mumbled inaudible as she stared at the piercing look her maid threw in her direction.
One of pure shame.
The maid stood momentarily once more, her eyes squinted in judgement, and her head swinging in displeasure as she watched her master's slothful display.
Her judging eyes still locked unto Charlotte who couldn't help but start to sweat profusely under her maid's ripping gaze, before she finally left the room, shutting the door loudly behind her.
Charlotte let out a huge sigh of relief, watching as her nosy maid finally left, leaving just her and her books to peer temptingly at each other once more.
"Humph." Charlotte heaved a weary breath, turning to lay on her belly, before reaching out for her ritzy remote for a change of activity.
"I don't feel like reading anymore." She confessed in a saddened tone before clicking onto her techy remote.
"Might as well watch some TV instead."
A flash went through her majestically large TV as it quickly went on, the girl swinging her legs leisurely as she dabbled the remote in her palms, traveling through a myriad of channels indecisively before the news channel peaked her interest.
But what she saw on the news…
Was more disheartening than it was captivating.
"What?!" Charlotte immediately sprung to her feet in a panic, her eyes flickering in bewilderment as her hands began a convulsive shiver.
The remote slipped from Charlotte's grasp, the pure glass controller shattering into numerous pieces of glassy shards as it crashed violently into the ground.
As though overhauled by a plethora of frightful thoughts, Charlotte covered her mouth in horror, her eyes widening in befuddlement as they went through every terrifying detail that laid written across the TV screen.