I do not own any of the characters except for those that are mine. The rest belongs to Tanith Lee.

Argul's POV

God, is this your way of punishing me? Because it sure feels like it.

I was just so utterly shocked at the events that had just occur in the past half an hour that I just wanted to lay on my bed and think. I did nothing as Claidi, the love of my life dragged me towards her room and sat me down in a chair.

She did not say anything. I started my story.

Neaven and I grew up together. Mother had found her one day in the forest and decided to adopt her. Or at least that's what she told the clan. But I soon found out that Neaven possessed powers, the same kind of powers that my mother had. Mother was always very careful to keep the rest of the group from knowing about them but she could not keep them from me.

I did not mind Neaven's powers. She was always so nice that I never once suspected her of being strange. The rest of the group loved her as well but it I was her best friend. We got along from the start. She was very energetic and was always going somewhere without permission, just like me. We had so much fun exploring the woods and making the adults waste their time trying to find. I was also her deepest confident. When we were young, they were small things, like how it was her who had taken apart Lineus' wagon and threw the parts into a lake or how it was her who had accidentally dropped a torch, causing the huge fire that had destroyed half of us food supply.

But as we grew up, they became more intimate. More specifically, they were on boys. Her first real crush was on Blurn. She spent weeks trying to figure out how to get his attention. As it turned out she had already his attention and the two went out for quite a while before she realized that it was Mehmed whom she loved. Only to realized two weeks later that it was this other guy. And on and on, it went. I swear, she must have dated half the guys her age before she decided that she was tired of dating. I remember those nights when we used to stay up late and she would be drawing Mrs. Blah Blah all over her diary, only to rip them out a week later and replace with Mrs. This Other Guy.

I used to laugh at her absurdity and she would get all hurt and tell me that this one was really the One for her. I would laugh and she would pout. Until finally one day, I realized that I love her too. Now it took a bit longer for her to see me as the One but when she did, we were the absolute Golden Couple. The love that flowed from us was so beautiful and special that for those few months, we felt as if we were the only two people on earth that understood love. I proposed after 4 months of dating and she accepted right away. The kissing that followed was so passionate that it almost became something more but she stopped me and sat up. She had the most serious look on her face as she told me that we had to talk.

"What's wrong, baby?" I wooed, kissing her neck.

"Argul," she pushed me away. "Listen this is really serious. I am from an ancient family."


"Okay. See I am a descendent from the Vulture Tower."

"The what tower?"

"I don't know it's this tower in the City. Anyways, I am an illegitimate child and was sent to your Mother so that way the Vulture Tower won't discuss my real mother's shameful secret."

"And what does that have to do with anything?"

"Well nothing really. I just wanted you know really. My birth mother had already said that she was never going to contact me."

"Oh okay." At that time, I had not seen anything unusual in what she told me. So what if she has some royal blood from some city. They are probably never going to bother to find her again. I kissed her and she kissed me back. Everything was back to the way it was.

The wedding was beautiful. She was beautiful. Everything in the world was beautiful.

But somehow, I knew that things were too good to be true. She was pregnant a month after the wedding, only to miscarriage the baby 3 month later. She was very depressed the months afterwards and wouldn't tell me what was bothering her.

She left a month later. She did not leave a note or anything. She just took a few spare clothing, some personal jewelry and her wedding ring. Didn't even take a horse. That was the last that I had seen or heard of her until now.

Claidi did not say anything and neither had I.

"Do you still Love her?"

"I don't know"

"Do you Love me?"


"Is your love for me as passionate as your love for her?"

"I don't know if I still love her."

"But when you did love her. Was it more passionate than your current love for me?"


"Then why are you marrying me?'

"But I am already married to her."

Tears streamed out and through the sobs, she managed to choke out the words "Go to Hell" before running out of the room.

A/N: I think that I'm gonna stop updating. I really don't think that this story is going anywhere. It's seriously not that interesting.