❤️❤️ Separate Ways (Part 20) ❤️❤️
"Dean, whatever is destined to happen, will happen no matter how long it takes," Adaoh said to him.
"Not on my watch." Dean told her and returned his gaze at Juno, "From now henceforth your name is Kira." Juno smiled at him. "Follow me, let me take you to your room." he added and left with Juno who was following him.
They came out of the room and left the building together with Kando and his brother.
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Warlord Emera House:
"She is dead my Lord," the healer said to him. "I have tried all the techniques I have mastered and known in all my years but nothing worked, the wound was too deep. Too deep my Lord."
"No oooo, please try to make my daughter live. I will give you anything you want if you can make her live, please."
"Your offer is tempting my Lord but there is absolutely nothing I can do to bring her back to life. If the Elves didn't run away, they might have helped you. I am no witch to do that my Lord." The healer told him.
Warlord Emera continued to cry not caring who heard him.
"But what really happened?" The healer asked. "How did this happen?"
"We were arguing hotly and all of a sudden she drew out my sword and stabbed herself," Warlord Emera said, lying through his teeth. He didn't even know why he had lie about his daughter having died in the first place. He couldn't admit that his anger had made him kill his daughter. He was so ashamed of himself. He could have acted his age and walked away instead of arguing with a ten year kid.
"I am sorry but you and I know how stubborn Juno is," the healer said. "At least a nuisance is gone." she added lowly. Due to he was grieving, he didn't pay attention to what the healer said.
The healer left.
Much later in the day, Juno was buried and Warlord Emera became a shadow of himself. He couldn't speak or do anything. He was in his room after Juno's burial. He was sitting on his bed. He felt guilty.
His room door opened and Rumi walked in and stood in front of him. He ignored her until Rumi cleared her throat.
"What is it, Rumi?" he finally asked.
"I know it was a mistake, father," Rumi said without strammaring. Once again, Warlord Emera's mind wasn't there so he didn't notice. "You didn't mean to hurt or kill her."
"So you know? How?"
"I followed you when you went to confront her, but it was a mistake, father. Don't fell sad."
"I murdered my own daughter Rumi how can I not feel sad?"
Closing the gap between them, she placed her little hands underneath his jaw and lifted his head so that they could make eye contact. Her eyes glow purple fast and then it went back black. Then she hugged him. "You have me Father, from now henceforth, in your eyes I am Juno."
"You are Juno," he repeated.
"I love you father," Rumi said over his shoulder.
"And I love you too Juno."
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One Week Later.....
Emperor Dean Palace:
Kando was seen teaching Kira how to fight with her fists as Dean watches. Her hair was covered and she was dressed in a male clothing. Dean had made sure that she was dressed that way so that no one could look or take away his beautiful prize gift, not that he was going to let that happen. He is going to make his bride the strongest sword fighter, he is going to teach her the five deadly secret samurai sword moves. If she can master it, all swords would bow before hers..... except his.
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Garden of Edenis:
Storm stared at his bleeding palms. His whole body ached and was in pain.
"Faster idiot we don't have the whole day here."
Storm winced at the command. He glanced at the older man sitting on his left side and was eating. Dark eyes captured him, the promise of punishment was so clear on the older man's eyes if he failed.
Ever since he had come here it has been from one training to the other. No time for resting. The stupid assassin's and guards given to him by his father weren't even helping. He has to practice a particular move before his master would give him food. At times he wished he had stayed behind in Ashland, at least he could bear all the insults thrown at him.
Today was no different, he concentrated on the bow in his hands as tears stung at the back of his eyes. He had failed to shoot the bulls eye yesterday so he wasn't given any food.
He let the arrow go and this time it hot the bull eye. He glanced at his master again hoping to see a smile but saw a frown instead.
"Again, you are too slow for my liking This time do it with two arrows." His master told him as he continued eating.
A hot rage swept deep inside him and he reached for another arrow and fitted it on his bow. This time he aimed at his master and let the arrow fly.
He stood still in shock and surprise when his master caught the arrow with his free left hand without looking up from his food.
"Anger," his master said, "Good. Focus on it and use it to hone your skills, Storm. Now this time do it with three arrows."
Twelve Years Later.....
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