Chapter 52


    Chapter 52


    ~AMIERA~


    “How dare you?” I demand.


    He sighs and moves away from me. “Let this be a lesson to all of you. I’m not here to entertain your


    tantrums. I’m here to learn and teach you all at the same time. I also don’t see the need to paint one’s


    face


    for practice either. Now I want everyone to pick up their swords and find a partner to practice with.”


    Who does he think he is? Coming in here with his powerful presence, acting all superior and mighty like


    he owns this school or something. And then smearing my lip gloss? MY LIP GLOSS. I’m fuming.


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    So much that I feel a fire burning inside of me, it’s a weird feeling, really, but lignore it. I was too


    preupied with being angry at him.


    The rest of the ss goes by quickly, with me ring at him for most of the lesson. He didn’t pay me any


    attention again, and for some reason, it irritated my soul.


    “Well, that was an interesting ss,” Catherine beams next to me.for more visit :- .noveljar “I


    have no idea what you see in him.” I snort.


    So he was handsome and powerful, with an incredible body, but he was also arrogant and simply


    annoying.


    Sheughs, “he’s the first person in this school to not give in to your wants and need. Or should I say the


    first man? Maybe that’s why you’re so irritated with him. He called you out for your actions in the middle


    of ss in front of so many students, so maybe he is a bit intimidating, but I also find him incredibly hot.”


    Troll my eyes at her as we make our way into the cafeteria. Catherine was simply blind. And apparently,


    she can’t be the only one. Girls surround him in the cafe, offering to buy food and drinks for him. It was a


    rare sight to see; I’ve never seen them go this crazy over anyone before.


    He doesn’t look like he’s enjoying the attention; however, if anything, he seems like he wants to get away


    from it all. Or maybe he’s just pretending not to like it.


    One of the girls ces her hand on his shoulder, rubbing it. My blood boils at the sight. It’s not something


    that should bother me in the least, but for some reason, it does. My hands tighten into fists at my sides,


    and my teeth grind against each other as I fight to mp down on the anger within me.


    Why does it feel like something frightening is racing through my veins? I clutch my stomach in pain, and I


    think something is terribly wrong with me. It feels like there is something deep in my belly that’s getting


    ready to break free.


    And why does it all seem to be happening because of him? Adam.


    Yes, that’s what he said his name was. Were his parents also fans of the ming whisperer and the


    people that surrounded her? There weren’t many stories about Adam, only that he plotted to take over


    the world but was stopped by the ming whisperer and her love for him. It was a tragic love story that


    ended in the death of both of them. I’ve never paid much attention to it, mostly because I’ve had to listen


    to those stories multiple times in my life just because my name was Amiera. People were fascinated that


    my mother had named me after our ming whisperer, even though many others had that same name. It


    wasn’t an unusual thing at all, but people did annoy me when they brought it up each time I mentioned


    my name and had to introduce myself. I was even tempted to lie at times, to make up a name, anything


    not to


    get the look that they always gave to me.


    I turn my attention back to the man that has managed to annoy me more than any other person in my


    He’s still standing in the middle of the cafeteria as more girls introduce themselves to him, one after the


    next they join the long line, not stopping even once. The line continues to move, and my heart continues


    to fume.


    Why am I so angry about other girls flirting or talking to him?


    “You okay?” Catherine asks me. “You look a little red and almost like you’re about tobust into


    mes.”


    I freeze. Something is wrong, terribly wrong, especially when I smell fire. “Do you smell smoke?” I ask


    her. She gives me a puzzled look, “why on earth would I smell s–,” She’s cut off by a piercing scream


    followed by another and then another. “What the hell is happening?for more visit :- .noveljar”


    Catherine asks before her eyes widen in horror. “OH. MY. GOD.”


    I follow her gaze, and my earlier suspicions are confirmed. Fire. There is a raging fire, and it’s


    everywhere. The room is on bloody fire!


    How the hell did that happen?


    It’s not a small one either. We are all surrounded. And I’m not sure if there is anywhere to run and hide.


    How are we going to escape this?


    ~ABIGAIL


    It’s been neen years since I’ve lost my best friend. Neen excruciatingly painful years.


    I couldn’t forget her; I couldn’t rece her. I missed her dearly every passing day. There is so much that I


    wanted to say to her. So many things have happened to me that I wished she was still here to tell it to.


    I’ve been alone all of these years, with no one by my side, no one to help with the pain of losing


    someone so close to me.


    I stare at the statue of her; I’vee to this ce every single day since the day it was created because


    it made me feel closer to her. This entire museum was built just in her remembrance. Life has been hard


    ever since her death. I think it’s been difficult for everyone that was close to her. So many things had


    changed since then; there was more of a sad atmosphere in our kingdoms now. I don’t think anyone has


    fully recovered from her loss. The nation had lost the ming whisperer, for crying out loud, and I had


    lost my closest friend.


    The fire fairy festival didn’t continue until three years after her death. They were once again searching for


    a ming whisperer. They didn’t realize that there was only one, and no one would ever be able to take


    her ce. I didn’t believe that they would ever find a ming whisperer again.


    Besides losing my best friend, there were many other hardships that I had to face along the way. There


    were many things that my parents hid from me, many things that they still hid from me. They won’t talk to


    me; they won’t tell me the truth no matter how I begged them.


    Iturn away from the statue and stare at myself in the mirror. I have not aged; I still look the same way I


    did when Amiera and I became best friends.


    I knew something was wrong then. I knew that I couldn’t be just a damn fire whisperer. I didn’t know of a


    single fire whisperer that didn’t age except maybe the ming whisperer, but Amiera never lived for us to


    find out.


    parents, that they’ve always been away so much because or me; because they were trying to find ways


    to protect me, to hide who I am from everyone.


    But who am I exactly? Who exactly was I? for more visit :- .noveljar Why were my parents so


    hell-bent on keeping this secret from everyone, even from me? I sigh and take a walk around the


    museum. I stop by a beautiful painting of Amiera. I miss you. I miss you so much. I wish that I can see


    you again. I’ll do anything to see you again.