Chapter 1: Well, F*ck

Tyra just woke up from her sleep. She touched her forehead as she felt a terrible headache. This must be a hangover from her partying last night. She looked at her clock and saw that it was three in the morning.

Oh, I can still sleep.

Tyra lies down on her bed again without a second thought when her phone vibrates.

Bzzzzt!

My God! Who freaking calls this late! Ignore it. It'll shut up on its own.

Bzzzzt-Bzzzt!!!!

Bzzzzt!!!!

Ugh. She covers her head with a pillow hoping that whoever called will get the clue, but to her dismay, the phone still keeps on vibrating. She angrily grabs her phone and answers without looking who it was.

"What?!"

"Don't what me young lady! Where the hell are you?! You're supposed to be here an hour ago!"

"What do you me- who are-?" She then checks her phone and saw that it is her manager calling her. Oh, I'm screwed.

"Good morning Lyla, I am having a very terrible headache and my brain just stops working. Can you fill me in please?"

"YOU.ARE.SUPPOSED.TO.BE.HERE.AN.HOUR.AGO!"

"Yes, uhm, I- I don't exactly know where... Also, why should I be the-"

"Tyra, it's the day Maxwell Corp. is launching their new car. Aren't you the hired model to stand beside and showcase the said car?" Lyla said with a sweet and calm voice which sounds scary to Tyra, the more she hears it.

Gulp.

"Yes."

"Then get your *** here! It's almost 9 am and the launching will start at 10! Hurry up you sloth!"

As Tyra heard the time, she checks her phone and it's 8:47 am. Still rejecting the reality, she hurriedly ran towards her window and open the curtains only to be greeted with a blinding light from the sun.

"Shit!"

"Don't you swear at me Tyra!"

"No, not you. Myself! I'm gonna hang up now. Bye."

What to wear! My breath stinks, my hair is a mess, I haven't taken a shower!

~♡~

In Maxwell Corp.

Maxwell Corporation is a multi-billion company and the best selling car company in Italy, owned by Giovanni Maxwell, a playboy bachelor in his early twenties. He inherited the company a year ago after his father died in a plane crash. It was rumored that the company will soon die in his hands. It was pretty obvious that it will be because of his lavish spending on luxurious jewels, properties and many more for his women. He never show any interest into the company when his father was still alive.

Giovanni had hoped that with this event, he could win the investors' trust again and also their money. The rumors are true and right now the company has a huge debt in the bank. Giovanni is sweating in his palm and constantly wiping it with his handkerchief.

A rumor is still a rumor if I don't admit to it.

"You said she'll be here last 10 minutes ago. Where is she? She's gonna ruin this!" Giovanni whispered to his secretary angrily while wiping his sweaty palms.

"Relax sir, she'll be here any minute now. I've talked to her manager. She said that Miss Tyra is on the way here and just had a traffic problem. She'll be here and everything's gonna be alright sir."

A security walked towards the two men and told them that Tyra just arrived and is getting ready for the event.

"That b*tch finally showed up." Giovanni smirks as he took a sip from his glass of whisky.

~♡~

"Okay, are you ready? Gosh, you look so beautiful." Lyla said sweetly as she neatly arranged the curly walnut brown hair of Tyra.

"Okay, I know that you're still mad, but know this. I love you and you're my best friend in this whole damn world and my-"

"I know you've been secretly partying last night with your neighbor. I also know that it was her birthday. And you owe me one for being late when I clearly reminded you about this event yesterday. A dozen times at least. Okay! Done with your hair."

Lyla claps her hands once and andjusted the mirror in front of Tyra.

"Ooh! I can't stay mad at you. I mean, you're so beautiful!"

Lyla stared at Tyra from head to toe admiringly. Who wouldn't? Tyra Kerr is a famous super model. She's famous for her stunning natural look. She has green eyes that matches her hair color. Reddish lips that only needs a little amount of lipstick and a body with the right amount of fats in the right places.

Tyra is wearing a red sleeveless and backless mermaid dress that enhances the curves of her body. Her hair was neatly tied into a bun. She wore long black gloves that reachers her elbow and wore jewelry that's adorned with diamonds. Her heels was glittering in silver to match her jewelries.

"Thank you Lyla. We should go, it's three minutes until 10 o'clock."

~♡~

The stage was lively with the perfomers singing and dancing. As it ends, Giovanni walks into the middle while holding a microphone.

"Good morning ladies and gentlemen! I know you're here for this! The moment you've been waiting for! PX-Deluxe!"

The right side of the stage opens up and slowly a red car and a women in red gown emerged. The event continues as Giovanni explained the parts of the car and Tyra showcasing it.

The event ends early in the afternoon, and Tyra tirely gets into her car. Lyla puts her hand on the key to turn the car on. Tyra suddenly grabs her shoulder and gave her a white paper bag. Confused, she stops turning the car on and take the bag. When she opens it, she looked at Tyra with misty eyes.

"I know that I've been busy lately and we haven't hang out much as we did before, but I still remember. Happy Birthday Lyla, my bestfriend and my sister." Tyra looked at her while smiling sweetly.

Lyla took out the gift. It was a scrapbook with their pictures in it, from childhood to adulthood. Her memories came flooding in. She and Tyra are orphans. When Tyra arrived to the orphanage, she's only 5 years old and she is 7 years old, they were in the same room, the same bed and had the same chores. Since then, they became bestfriends and sisters. They both escaped when they learned that the orphanage was only a front for child trafficking. Luckily there was an old couple who took them in and raised them. But they died 3 years ago, leaving only the two of them with each other.

Tears continuously flow down Lyla's cheek and without saying anything, she hugged Tyra.

"I'm sorry Lyla, I'm sorry that I-"

"It's alright, I know. I understand. People get busy all the times."

"You know what? Why don't we shop together? Then let's have a drink afterwards?"

"That sounds like a plan. I'm in." Lyla said while wiping her tears and snot.

~♡~

At the bar.

"That's what I'm saying, why don't we live together? We can hire someone to take care of Grandpa's and Grandma's house."

"No can do Tyra, you know how important that place is to me. It'll be alright. Oops, I need to go to the restroom." Lyla smiles as she took another sip from her glass and head for the restroom.

As she came back to sit beside Tyra, they heard a shout.

"What was that?" Tyra asked.

"Oh, it's Giovanni."

"Giovanni? Giovanni Maxwell?"

"Yep! He's shouting because he's pissed off the event was not successful. I've heard on my way here that the investors are running away from him. Hahahaha, it's f*cking hilarious! Well, it's doomed the moment he set the event on morning with an atmosphere of a whorehouse. I mean did you saw the performers and their outfit and their performance? It's like Moulin Rouge only in sunrise instead of sunset."

"It doesn't matter when and how he execute the event. The point here is that he doesn't have a single idea how to do business and he's an arrogant selfish prick too. Why did I become the model of his car?"

"You know the agency. That asshole paid a lot, enough to make those bastards' pocket full... so full, that it spills."

Sigh.

"*A*nd you're pretty drunk right now. Come on, let's get you home."

"I ain't drunk, only tipsy."

"Let's find you a cab."

~♡~

"Be nice and get in Lyla. I've already told the driver where and text or call me when you get home."

"I will."

Tyra walks toward the parking lot when suddenly someone called her name.

"Tyra! You're Tyra right?"

Tyra turned to look who's calling her with the drunk voice. Oh, crap.

"Yeah, I'm right! I knew you're Tyra! The- the moment I saw tha- that body, I knew you're her. Why- why, why don't you- we, take a- Hey! don't walk away!"

As Tyra saw who it was, all of her senses tell her to run. When she heard what he said she immediately turned around and walked faster. As she walked fast, the man behind her walked faster than her even though he's drunk. Maybe because the man is taller than her thus have longer legs.

"Help!"

"HELP!"

Her walk becomes faster and faster until she ran towards her car without looking back. She finally reached her car and frantically looks for her car keys, then suddenly a man hugs her from behind and forcefully kisses her neck. She struggled and luckily found the car keys.

She elbowed the man and pushed him back and turned towards her car. She tries to insert the key to the lock with her shaking hands but the man grabs her by the shoulder and pushes her to the ground. He scanned Tyra like he's already taking her clothes off while licking his upper lip.

Tyra looked around for any sign if there's people nearby but there's no one.

Well, sht*.

"Giovanni, please calm down, we can talk-"

"I've always admired your beauty, your body. I've always fantasized you being on my bed shouting my name in pleasure. I've got a bad day today, so why don't you give daddy a hug, huh."

As Giovanni gets closer, Tyra searched for the car keys that got thrown away with her eyes. She finally found it, it was right beside the tire of her car. She stood up and tried pushing Giovanni. But her hands were caught by him.

"You like it rough huh, daddy likes it too." Giovanni leaned closer to steal a kiss from her.

Ugh, that foul breath!

Tyra didn't hesitate and headbutts Giovanni, then she kicked his balls and pushed him away with a great strength. She ran to grab the keys. She inserted the key to the lock and unlocked the car. She hurriedly get inside and immediately locked the door. Giovanni got up and bangs on the window that caught Tyra surprised and the key fell. While she was frantically looking for the key, Giovanni was searching for a way to break the car window.

Giovanni saw a fire extinguisher beside a column behind Tyra's car. On his way to get it, Tyra successfully found the key and inserted the ignition key to turn the car on. Then suddenly Giovanni smashed the fire extinguisher to the car window. Tyra steps into the acceleration pedal and drove away. She drove fast. She's too scared to care how fast she was going. Her eyesight gets blurry with her tears. She wiped them off with her hands without realizing the traffic light had turned to red.

A truck suddenly crashed into her car, directly at the driver's seat. No seatbelt and airbag can save her. She forcefully opened her eyes and look at her surroundings. Everything is dyed in red. She felt like something is coming out from her mouth, something sweet but more of a metallic taste. Blood gushed out from her mouth. She tried to cover her mouth but she has no energy left. She can't moved any part of her body and her eyes are slowly closing.

Ah well, fck*.

Chapter 2: Goodbye…

I feel cold...but it doesn't hurt anymore...

Why do I feel like I'm floating?

Am I?

Tyra slowly opened her eyes and the first thing she see is a blinding white light. She covered her eyes with her hand as a reflex as her eyes adjusted to the light. When the light isn’t hurting her eyes anymore, she slowly removed her hand and looks around her. She is indeed floating and her surrounding is nothing but white.

Hey there child…

Tyra heard a male voice she hasn’t heard before. It sounds so silvery. Her body slowly adjusted as if she’s gonna land her feet on a ground. As her feet touches the so-called ground in the endless white room, it created ripples as if it’s water she touched and not a ground.

“Who are you? Where am I?”

As she asked, she noticed a small white shining ball floating towards her. It stops a meter away from her.

“Was that you? Who are you and where am I? The- the last thing I remembered was I was dying and-“

Hush child, haha, slow down with your questions. Yes, it I that’s talking to you-

“But you’re a floating ball of- of-gas or some sort. You shouldn’t be speaking.”

Hahahah...I only took this form dear. I am what you humans called God, a supreme being. You’re in a small space that I created so that I can talk to you. And no, you aren’t dying.

“Really?!”

Yes, cause you’re already dead.

Tyra's emotions swelled up upon hearing those words. She couldn't control herself and cried. This shouldn't be real, this should be a dream but it's too painful to be a dream.

“Oh. So that means I- …that’s so unfair *sob* I just started my life *sob* I just started making money. I *sob* I- I can’t die! My sister! *sob* my- my sis…ter *sniffles*”

Big tears are running down Tyra’s cheeks. She sat on the ground which creates more ripples while she covered her

face with shaking hands. She couldn’t believe that she left her sister alone. Their grandma and grandpa, who adopted and took care of them, are also gone. Now, it’s just gonna be her sister.

“Am I *sob* gonna meet my grandpa and *sob* grandma?”

No child…

You’re going to be transported to another world. I’m going to give you a wish-

“What?! As if killing me is not enough, you’re going to transport me to another world?! What am I going to do there!”

As Tyra heard what God had said, she suddenly lifted her head and shouted angrily at Him.

You’re going to guide my children. They need you.

“What do you mean?”

You’ll know when you get there, child.

The floating ball starts to glow more. The light spreads around Tyra, trying to swallow her up. Tyra felt a strong energy creeping through her veins. Could she be transported now? What about her sister? What about that bastard who caused this? She just can’t leave without knowing. She just can’t.

“WAIT! Wait, please!”

The light returned to normal and the light ball is again floating in front of her. Tyra calm herself down as she breathes steadily.

Gulp.

“You said you’ll give me a wish.”

Yes. Do you want to use it now?

“Yes.”

Are you sure? This might save your life later on.

What?! What kind of world is he sending me to? Tyra thought to herself. But whatever. Might save my life huh.

“I wish to have a thousand wishes.”

…

…

…

“Hello? I said I wish to have a thousand wishes.”

Ye- yes, I heard. But sadly, I couldn’t do that. It’s too much.

“Oh, then a hundred wishes then. I wish to have a hundred wishes.”

I still can’t do that. All I can give is three wishes. If I interfere more- if I give you more, it’s going to call upon the other gods’ attention. You don’t want that do you? Having the God of War, for example, spying onto you.

He’s right. I do don’t want anymore gods spying on me. Tyra thought.

But there are rules. You cannot revive someone who’s death. You cannot make someone fall in love. You cannot wish for someone to get hurt. And you certainly cannot reverse time.

“So, I can’t wish myself to be back again in that bar and go home with my sister.”

Yes, you cannot. Your life there is already over.

There was a short pause before Tyra speaks again.

“Three wishes then. First, I wish to know about my sister and that bastard Giovanni.”

Very well. Look into the water behind you.

Tyra spun around and look at her surroundings. She saw a small puddle of water on the ground. She walks closer

to it. As she walked, she saw small ripples are made in each of her steps. When she reached the puddle, she kneeled before it and looked into it. She saw Lyla crying in her room, hugging her clothes. Lyla keeps on crying while calling her name and asking why she was gone. As she saw Lyla crying, she felt her heart breaking into thousands of pieces. Tears began falling from her eyes again.

“Lyla…my sister.”

…

As one of her tears falls down onto the puddle water, the image was distorted due to the ripple. When the water calmed down, it showed the image of Giovanni, the perpetrator. It was shown that he was hand cuffed and is riding a police car. He’s wearing a prison uniform. The image then changed to a woman wearing a coat with a ponytail. She’s holding a microphone and is facing at Tyra.

“As you can now see, the CEO of the multi-billion company, Maxwell Corp., is entering the *** Prison, where he will serve his sentence of 3 years imprisonment, due to his attack on the young super model Tyra Kerr that caused her death. Evidence from the CCTV footage from across the parking lot showed that….”

Tyra spun her head around and angrily glared at the floating light ball.

“Three years?! Just three years?!”

Child, it is not I that punished him. It was your human law. But I can see that his three years in prison will be hell and it’ll be more hellish when he gets out. That is if he does not change.

That’s right. Maxwell Corp. has a huge debt from the bank and not just one bank but with several banks all thanks to his promiscuous acts that lead to it. Three years is more than enough to bring the company down leaving no money, no property and no people for him which he can’t live without. He’s gonna have a hard time adjusting to the new life style…. Tyra thought as she wiped her tears that are long dry from her cheeks.

…Child, are you not going to watch your sister again?

“Huh?”

Tyra looked back to the puddle water. She saw Lyla still wearing a black dress. She can see the dried tears on her cheeks. Lyla is now going through her things. There was an old briefcase beneath Tyra’s dresses. Lyla took the briefcase and opened it. There was an old photo album, a pair garden gloves, a wooden small box, and a camera. Lyla took the camera, it was an old EOS D30 camera. She took the compact flash memory card and rummage through the briefcase if there was a CF memory card reader. Luckily, she found one. She gently put the camera back to the briefcase and runs towards Tyra’s desk in her bedroom.

There was a slightly dusty laptop on the desk with two cute little girls holding hands with each other. One is wearing yellow raincoat while the other one is wearing a blue raincoat. Lyla caress the stickers before she opens the laptop. She inserted the CF memory card to its reader and opened Tyra’s laptop. As she logs in, she immediately plugged in the CF reader and scanned through it. It was filled with their photos when they were still young. There were also photos of their grandpa and grandma together. A video caught Lyla’s eye. She clicked it. A video of two young girls playing muds suddenly pops-up.

Lyla smiled as she watched her and Tyra’s younger self playing and running around like a wild chicken. She laughed as their grandpa chased after them and would occasionally get mud into his mouth.

What a happy family.

“Thank you.” Tyra smiled at the comment of the floating ball.

“Hey, you said that I’ll be transported to another world. Will I have a family?” Tyra asked with a sad voice as she sat on the ground, hugging her legs. Tears are slowly falling onto her knees as she rested her head on her knees.

That is for you to decide, if you consider my children as your family.

Tyra continued watching her sister looking through the old photos and videos. Lyla suddenly stood up and walked towards the briefcase. She sat in front of it and took the small wooden box. She opened it and more photos where inside. She took a picture and kissed it. It a photo where Tyra is sitting on a swing while eating an ice cream.

“Goodbye my dear sister and my bestfriend. You will always be inside my heart. I’ll be strong. I’ll live my life happily for the both of us. Wherever you are, I hope you’re happy and peaceful. Goodbye…I’ll miss you…”

Tyra reached her hand unto the puddle and gently touched her sister’s cheeks which caused a small ripple.

“Goodbye my sister and my bestfriend. Goodbye.”

Lyla felt a cold breeze touched her cheek and she immediately touched her cheek which caused the picture to fall down.

The water puddle slowly vanished. Tyra was still in the same position but her eyes aren’t crying anymore. Moreover, her eyes are full of determination. She looked at the floating light ball that calls itself as God.

“I’ll ask for my second wish now. I wish you give me something useful for my next life.”

…Hahahahaha, you humans are really amusing. Fine. I will give a gift for your next life that’s extremely useful. You will surely like it.

The floating light ball suddenly glows brighter, engulfing Tyra with its light.

~♡~

A man with a black hair wearing a black suit, white shirt, a black tie and a pair of black shoes is walking down on a hallway. Each step of his, a clack sound will be heard. He continued walking until he reached a white gold 10-meter door. The man pushed the door easily. He entered and continued walking until he reached a meter away from the white golden throne. He kneeled with one knee and his right hand on his left chest while his head bowed down.

“You may rise Falcon.” The man sitting on the white golden throne said.

The man named Falcon stood up and looks onto the man on the white golden throne. The man has beautiful feature. He has a pair of silver eyes that matches his long silver hair. He wears white cloth around his body with a golden wreath crown. His bare feet touching the ground made of marble.

“I thank Thee for- “

“Humans are really amusing Falcon, even in any world. One minute they’re crying, then they’re smiling the next, as if they haven’t felt sadness a minute ago.”

“Are you talking about Miss Kerr, my lord?"

“Yes.”

“Did you tell her the truth?”

The man only stares at Falcon while his head resting on his hand.

“The truth about her death, my lord, and her purpose.”

“No. I’m afraid I cannot. I only told her that my children need her.” The man answered lazily.

“Wouldn’t that cause a storm later on when Miss Kerr finds out?”

“It is true that she will be furious once she knows about it. But what can that child do? She is destined to take

upon this fate.”

“Yes, my lord.”

Falcon then salutes put his right hand on his left chest and bowed his head.

~♡~

Tyra opened her eyes and she saw an unfamiliar ceiling. She sat up and glance around the area. The room, the things, the decorations are all unfamiliar to her. She glanced down to her body and lifted the blanket to check on herself. She’s relived when she is still wearing her clothes back from the bar. A tight white long-sleeve V-neck top, a black short, a fishnet stocking and her favorite simple slim black heels.

Tyra stood up from the bed and to walk around the area. She walked towards the mirror and saw herself. Her make up are all smudge and she looked hideous. She walked towards the window and looked outside. She saw the dry lands, the dying trees, the crows flying around.

This place is a horror movie set. That floating ball said I’ll be useful here. Well, with the way that I look right now, guess that it goes with the ambiance.

As Tyra is thinking to herself, there was an argument outside her door, one is a female voice and the other is male.

“Your Majesty! I really do think that there’s something wrong with the ritual! We need to redo it, please. The people are dying from hunger.” The woman’s voice sounded desperately pleading to this ‘Your Majesty’.

“Pinchas, she’s the one that the God sent. Are you saying that that guy is wrong?” The man’s voice sounded rough but calm.

“Since when did you believe in God!” The female voice shouted in anger.

The man did not bother answering but turned the knob to open the door in front of him to greet the woman behind it.

The door opened in front of Tyra and came in a man with a big build. He's wearing a simple brown robe with black inner clothing, a black belt, and a brown leather boots. There was a sword attached to his belt at his left hip. His hair is messy and wet, it is either the man just came from his bath or the liquid is sweat. Tyra inhales and caught a strong manly scent from him. He smelled like grass coupled with the heat from the sun and sweat. *So it was sweat. *Tyra keeps on observing the man that came in without noticing the woman that followed behind him.

The man has a scar across his face, from his right eyebrow down to his left check. Although the scar isn't very deep, it is still noticeable to the ***** eye. Despite the scar, the man's handsome face couldn't be concealed. He had a fair, smooth complexion, black obsidian hair, red eyes that shines like rubies, and  a long perfect nose and lips. The mysterious man got an aura that makes any person in the same room as him had a difficulty in breathing, that includes Tyra. Tyra is currently inhaling and exhaling calmly to relax herself as she's getting nervous as the seconds goes by.

Just who the hell are these people? Are they the children that God had been talking about?

The man in front of her stares and is also observing her. Tyra meets the man's eyes directly. She did not cower before him and stands firmly like a mountain that does not bend no matter how the wind blows through it. A small bead of sweat formed on Tyra's forehead as their staring contest is still going on.

"Woman." The man spoke with his rough, low voice. His face is indifferent.

"Woman, you're the holy priestess-"

"Priestess?! She's more like a witch!" The woman beside him shouted. It seems like the man doesn't like being interrupted and being shouted at as he glares at the woman beside him and the air in the room thickens which makes everyone harder to breath than before.

"Ex- excuse me? Priestess?" Tyra decided to interrupt to get the man's attention. She knew that the man in front of her is not easy to deal with but she couldn't breathe properly and she needs answers too.

The pressure around them was lifted and the woman beside the man keeps on gasping for air as she tried to calm herself down. The two now both look at Tyra with calm gaze as if what happened a minute ago was nothing.

"Yes. You're a holy priestess sent by the God."

"And you need my assistance, right?" Tyra tried to smile weakly but with her appearance right now, she just looked like a creepy witch trying to lure strangers for their liver.

"Yes. *ehem* But you need to take a bath first before we explain the details." The man looked at the woman at his side. "This is Pinchas. She's going to attend to your needs."

The man did not say anything more and left. The woman called Pinchas has pointy ears and grayish ash skin. She has white hair and a pair of yellow eyes. She's wearing a dark blue robe that reminds Tyra of the ocean as she was modeling for a beach resort, a white inner clothing, a black belt and a dark brown leather boots. She looked at Tyra from head to toe and back from toe to head. She continued staring Tyra with a scrutinizing look.

"Uhm...hello. This is just make-up. It'll wash away when I'll have my bath. So where's the bathroom?" Tyra convinced herself mentally that the woman was just staring at her because she was really weirded out and not being rude to her, that's why she talked as politely as she could. She even smiled sweetly while holding her patience.

"So...that isn't your face?" Pinchas asked curiously.

"What?! No. I normally don't look like this." Tyra frantically shaking her head.

"Pfft-! HAHAHAHA! Alright priestess, let's wash you up. Come follow me." Pinchas gestured Tyra to follow her.

Tyra looked around the hallway as she followed Pinchas to the bathroom. She noticed that there are lots of cracks on the wall, but wasn't a single speck of dust nor a spider web. There are vases but there's no flowers in it and the curtains are all worn out.

"Are you an elf?" Tyra asked.

"A Dark Elf to be precise."

"Is there other Elf like you?"

"Yes, there are. A lot of Dark elves lived here and the other Elves lives in the jungles or forest away from here."

"What's here actually?"

"This is Nilar Kingdom, Priestess."

Tyra nodded her head and Pinchas kept on glancing at her and noticed that she keeps on looking outside the window. Her gaze then turned solemn as she also looked outside the window. The scenery was a textbook definition of a wasteland. The trees, land, and plants are all dying. And the heat from the sun helps making the cracks on the land. Without noticing, two women stopped walking and were just looking outside.

"Nilar kingdom is an abandoned kingdom throughout the continent for centuries."

"Why?"

"The land is cursed. It keeps on dying. The mages all around different kingdoms tried to heal the land but after a few months, the same events occurred. No one wants to live here."

"What about you?"

"The ones that lives here are are those with no homeland, Priestess. Some are abandoned, some are driven away by the war between their kingdoms and some are just... no place to be." Pinchas looked away from the scenery and started walking and Tyra followed her. The two women walked in silence until they reached the bathroom.

*

"Priestess, we're here. This is Cace, she'll be helping you with your bath." Pinchas introduced the young maid the seems to be in her early teens. Cace smiled nervously at Tyra. Tyra remembered how she looked and smiled back, embarrassed.

"It's alright. I can do it by myself." Tyra declined being washed by other people. Pinchas nodded at her and looked back at Cace.

"Stay outside the door. Priestess, if you need something, call her."

Pinchas opened the door and salutes her with her right hand on her left chest and bows her head.

"I'll be on my way Priestess."

Tyra walked inside and closes the door. She looked around and saw a big basin filled with water and a stool chair beside it. There was a clean white towel on the stool. She walked towards the basin and stood in front of it. She took of her clothes off one by one and slowly dips her hand into the water. It's cold. But she can't be picky with her situation. She slowly go into the basin and submerged her body into the cold water and started relaxing her body. She started washing her face off the make-up. If only there's a soap in here...

Bang!

The window suddenly opened which startled Tyra. A falcon came in carrying a white kitten with its claws. He threw the poor kitten beside the basin and transformed into a handsome man. The man is charming that Tyra could see white lilies as a background. The man smiled at her and salutes her with his right hand on his left chest and bows his head.

"My name is Falcon, I came her as my lord's instructions, Miss Kerr."

"Wha-"

Knock, knock, knock.

"Priestess? Is everything alright? I heard a loud bang." Cace worriedly inquired from the opposite side of the door.

"No, I'm alright. There's nothing to worry about." Tyra looked back at the man named Falcon, who smiled at her. Tyra did not forgot to cover her upper body  with her arms since she's still having a bath. Falcon reached out from his pocket and take a golden ball-shaped bell out.

"Miss Kerr, this bell contains your second wish. In order to use it, break this bell. That little one is Nora, your guide and guardian."

That's right. I asked my second wish to be useful in this world. I wonder what it'll be.

Falcon pointed at the kitten and Tyra's eyes followed. She saw a kitten with white short fur and shining light blue eyes staring at her. She's wearing a red collar with the bell that resembled what Falcon is holding.

'Hello! I'm Nora!' A cheerful voice of a female child was heard.

"What? Who else is talking? " Tyra looked around to see who's talking.

'It's me Master.'

Tyra looked at the kitten again. Not convinced, she asked. "You? You're talking?"

'Yes, but only you can hear me. I'm only talking through your thoughts, Master.' The kitten smiled at her

"*ehem*...Since I've already state my business, I shall take my leave now. May the light guides you, Priestess."

"Wait! Wait a sec-" Tyra forgot that she's still ***** and hurriedly stood up and got out of the basin.

As Falcon bid his farewell, the wind blows gently through the curtains and he slowly fades away as he closes his eyes in front of Tyra, leaving the bell on the ground. Nora ran towards it and quickly picks it up and excitedly spins around Tyra. Tyra received the bell in her hand and stares at it.

That jerk. As well as that damned God! This really test my patience...

'Break it master! Break it! Hurry up and break it! Nice things will pop-up!'

Well, I hope that nice things will do appear.

Tyra raised her hand that's holding the bell and throw the bell to the ground to smash it. As the bell was broken, it seems that time stopped for awhile and a flash of light suddenly blinded Tyra. When Tyra opened her eyes to look around, she saw that the stone wall full of cracks is now replaced with a off-white painted concrete wall. She continued looking at her surroundings and she smile bigger as she recognize the furnitures.

This is my condo!

"That's right, master!"

Tyra turns her head to the voice and saw that the kitten is now a female child wearing a white gothic clothing which matches her hair with a lot of blue ribbons that matches her eyes. The red collar with the bell is still around her neck.

"This may be looked like your condo but it is also different master. It is a replica of your condo."

"A replica?"

"Yes. And I suggest that you take a shower first master, I will wait here in the kitchen."

Tyra remembered that she's still ***** and hurriedly when inside the bathroom to take a shower.

*

Tyra felt fresh after taking a shower and washing the make-up off of her face. She's currently wearing a cream colored jogging pants and a matching sweatshirt. She contently sips on the hot choco that Nora made for her while sitting across Nora at the dining table. She felt so relaxed that she forgot her situation, until Nora started speaking.

"Master, as I said before, this is only a replica of your condo. please look outside."

Nora climbed down from the chair and walked towards the door and opened it. Tyra followed behind while leaving the hot choco on the table and was shocked to see what's outside the door.

She expected to see the other door of her neighbor and the hallway like what she's used to but what she saw was an open space. The ground was covered in grass and as she continued slowly walking outside, she saw some trees, some she recognized as apple tree, mango tree, and jackfruit tree. As she continued looking around she slowly recognize the place.

Her expression started to change from awe into confusion then sadness. This place was her grandparent's small farm, as what they call it. She continued walking but right now it's faster. She walked fast as she continued to recognize the place and the plants around the area.

This is the little orange kingdom, so twenty small steps from here to the north will be...

As Tyra followed the stepping stones, she saw the glasshouse that she, Lyla and their grandparents shared the most precious memories they have. The glasshouse looked exactly the same as she remembered it. Span-type which has A-shaped roof, it also has a large expanse of glazing on its sides and roof so that the plants are exposed to natural light for much during daytime. Tyra didn't think twice and opened the door. She was greeted by the smell of leaves and humidity. The smell reminds her of the time she spent with her family planting vegetables and other crops in the glasshouse.

"Is this also a replica?" Tyra asked Nora who was quietly following her from behind.

"Yes, master. This is your second wish. This will be -"

*"Priestess? Are you done?" *Cace's voice was suddenly heard by them.