CHAPTER 9: THE MURDERED WOLF, AND HER BLACKISH SOUL

• The Palace hold mysteries which are unbeknownst to majority of. It was fascinating, but oftentimes the creek on the floor, the shadows on the walls cast the cries that were buried long before it has become what it is. The prison cells prior to torments, sufferings that were unimaginable to think, and hope sought after that was long gone now. Souls which loitered with the mark of whips, lingered lashes and their agony exposed to every nook, cranny and corner of the same Palace they once inhabit.
• The good old days bygone for ages. The smile on their visage, their lips remain sealed shut, upturned, firmly on a straight line. It was as if the light on their eyes drifted away until they lost grasp of it and so what was left was the darkness they thrive. It was a result of how the world became cruel to them.
• As Leandra ponder, she was still bothered by what Kelsey had shared with her. She couldn’t understand the reason why, but there’s something on it that evoke the intrigue, the curious mind she has no matter how risky it was.