Abria
It was already dark when we returned back to the temple but this darkness doesn’t feel alienated to me. In fact, it was inviting and friendlier. What happened on the fall of the reverse was weird and unbelievable but all I know is that I left something behind but bought something from there with me.
We were quiet as mice when we went inside the temple. Without uttering another word, I hopped in my room and shut the door behind. The magic and creature that were once a fragment of my imagination are now part of my life.
Since when did I start believing in this crap? I was the one who claimed scientific proof whenever I am in the middle of an argument with anyone, then how could this be possible? If i was supposed to replace a goddess in a reincarnation, then why my father never reve
