Elijah

This probably wasn't your first life, at least it seemed that way, because you knew what to be wary of, you knew everyone you met, and you knew him... Elijah... when you first met, he was just a boy, a little slave your father gave you. You yourself were still a child then.

By the way, your father was not the kind of person who loves children just like that; to win his favor, you had to be the perfect daughter, the way he wanted you to be.

You also had to be careful with the boy, because you somehow knew that when he grew up, he would become the most powerful mage in history, the head of a magic tower. It seemed to you that if you were too cruel to him or, on the contrary, too kind, then in adulthood he would kill you, so you treated him neutrally.

And so you both grew up, you grew into a beauty, but he, you were forced to admit, was handsome too. The day came when Elijah lynched your father, the entire ducal house, and then turned his attention to you. He took you with him to a magical tower, from which it was impossible for you to escape without Elijah's permission, or so he believed. But you managed to escape, you escaped. You went into town, found a place to stay, and even managed to exchange a couple of precious stones for money.

About a month passed like this. You were beginning to think he didn't need you that much, that maybe you could live peacefully. It was then that he reappeared, climbing over the balcony. You stared at him with glassy eyes, your lungs feeling like they were in chains when he said, approaching you and pulling you tightly to him:

• Oh, I'm sorry, darling, I tried, I honestly tried to make you feel free... but I can't live without you...