Introduction
Porter wasn't a good warlock, but no one could say that he was bad either. For a long time since he appeared in this world, everyone thought of him destroying their peaceful kingdoms. Every king in all the kingdoms was bothered that he would suddenly attack their land, so they kept an eye on him. But over years, Porter did nothing except to travel the places in wide kingdoms like he was finding something. No one could tell. All what they can do is to make suspicions beyond Porter's actions. Some says he was finding a companion, or a lost treasure, or a lost person, or even maybe a lover.
At least, that's how the rumors spread by the commoner's words.
Willow Ravensby, the daughter of a well-respected Baron in Omarion Kingdom, knew this for a while after hearing the story in her retiring governess, Miss Augusta. It just went and passed by her mind during that day. She was never really interested if it's passed by the society's words. She always thought that it could be untrue or inaccurate because it comes from them.
Words always get mixed up. Words always get changed by someone's perspective of someone that the whole story would also changed and then suddenly, no one would know about what's really the truth. In the end, it just could be on someone's hunch or opinion.
That's why whenever she's hearing rumors spreading about aristocrats and other well-known people in the marketplace, she just choose to stay silent. Silent all the time.
But she never said she would stay silent when someone was being aggrieved! Whether it was well-known or not!
"Stop!!!" Willow shouted at the gang of thugs who's seriously attacking someone who's now helplessly covering himself while laying on the ground. The helpless person's cloak couldn't help him cover at all.
It was destroyed and he's all bleeding.
And everyone at the marketplace just watched him being beaten because no one would dare to stop the gang of thugs! But here she is!
The gang of thugs stopped and looked at her. The long haired fat man's eyebrows furrowed.
"Who's this fucking person interrupting us? Huh? Are 'ya a hero tryna save this fucking big man who couldn't take our beatings? Can a girl with that limbs take us? Huh?"
His gang laughs. Willow got annoyed, but she restrained herself from throwing a couple of daggers she was hiding in her trousers. Instead, she took a bag of gold coins she was carrying and showed it to them.
"You can have this, and I'll have that person you were beating."
The gang of thugs looked at each other.
The couple of crowds that were watching them kept adding up realizing that the woman who was at the scene was the daughter of a Baron. The mischievous Willow Ravensby! And as the whispering grew aloud, it became all a pandemonium.
Right, a chaos in my name. Again.
Willow took a deep breath. "Have this!" She throw the gold coins at the ground, making the gang of thugs chase it, now ignoring the beaten person. Willow's hand clenched as soon as she saw the scene.
The next moment, she worryingly run to check the beaten person's condition. He was bleeding. And thanks the Goddess that he still has conciousness. But he was helplessly lying on the ground. Willow touched his arms and made him face her.
As their eyes met, Willow felt a sudden gentle blow of the wind in her arms and hair. Her eyes widened.
Blue Sapphire eyes.
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She gasped. "Who are you?"
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