"Fuck you," she shouted!The words were woven into threads of deep emotion and tension. The resonance of her voice was so strong that it echoed far and wide.
A girl, quite tall, stood there, her long blonde silky hair scattered over her warm shoulders. She adorned her body with beautiful black garments. The clothes were of exceptionally good quality. The deep black color shimmered with unparalleled beauty, yet, like thorns among roses, some elements were dulling her elegance.
The threads of her garments were loose, as if caught in some entanglement and now unraveling. There was a hint of damp earth on them, and in some places, thick, protruding pieces were visible.
Her large, golden eyes, flashing anger in their pupils, glared at the young man, who was standing in front of her. The words she had muttered earlier hung in the high air.
A little away from the young man and the young woman, other people were also standing at various places. All the conversations going on inside their ears were clear, but they were choosing to ignore them.
Keave, a handsome and young man, responded to the girl's muttered words with a casual, sarcastic tone:
"Mave! Now you can't prove that this plan was yours. All you can do now is just scold me!"
The corner of his thin, pink lips curled into a faint, teasing smile as he said…
Seeing this behavior, the girl , Mave, standing in front of him, grew even more irritated, and the glow of anger shingling in her beautiful golden pupils became even more clear.
"If you are blaming me, you should first look at yourself. because if I am wrong… then you and Liam, you certainly are too…"
The girl , Mave, filled with despair narrowed her eyes slightly and parted her lips a little to said sharply,"So, what you're trying to say is that whatever happened, the fault lies only with the two of us, and the rest of you are completely innocent!"
Like Mave face was glowing with crackers filled with the anger , The boy beside her also has a faintess of anger shown on his face. The boy seemed quite young, probably around 20–21 years of age , and he was incredibly handsome, though his beauty was different from Keave's. His skin was pure white, as if marble itself had taken the form of a boy. His hair was blonde, falling lightly on his forehead, and his nose was a little narrow.
Seeing Mave and the boy furious and bubbling with anger, Keeve let out a small, hidden smile and said calmly,"Liam! Don't you need some water or something cold? It looks like your throat is burning with the truth!"
Hearing this word buttering in the cruelty of sarcastic bitterness, Liam's green eyes filled with anger.
He parted his soft plumpy lips to say something, but before he could even open his mouth , he listen some words,
the girl beside him glared at Keeve with sharp intensity and spoke in a sharp, cutting voice filled with fury:
"Don't act like you're the only one who's right, understand! The plan for the adventure may have been ours, but you were the one who jumped the most to use it!"
Keave, unfazed, kept his eyes steady and said calmly,"You are right, but you forgot one thing— in the end, this suggestion was just a suggestion. Yet, you went ahead and trusted it. That's on you."
A little away from the three of them, two boys were also standing near a strange tree. The tree had no leaves or branches, and it looked almost like a wandering man, bare and exposed. It was a tall tree, its trunk going straight up high into the sky. The trunk was very thick at the base, but as it stretched upwards, it grew longer while gradually thinning. The effect was that the very top of the tree appeared sharp and pointed, like a slender spike.
The two boys were young and extremely handsome, just like Liam and Keave. One of them was wearing a well-fitted T-shirt, under which he had green joggers tucked in.
The features of his face were not perfectly distinct, yet his face shone like it is touched by the most precious rays of the sun. There was a unique softness of youth on his face, which made him extraordinarily beautiful. His eyes were quite large, with pupils as dark as night, sparkling with life. His skin was tinged with the color of honey, and soft, black, slightly curly hair tumbled over his forehead, enhancing the gentle radiance of his face.
The second young man standing beside him was completely different. Every feature of his face was strikingly distinct, as if some master artisan had painstakingly crafted his visage to perfection. His physique was strong and flawless, as though sculpted by hand from marble. Every detail of his face reflected refinement—the high chin, the sharp, perfectly shaped nose, thick, dense eyebrows, and lips so alluring that they drew attention even without a word.
But his eyes—his eyes spoke something entirely different. Whoever saw them for the first time felt a strange fear creep inside, as if the person standing before them was not just beautiful, but dangerous as well. There was a cold, profound power in those eyes, silently conveying everything without a word. It was not just beauty—it was a destructive kind of beauty, one that instinctively made anyone cautious.
A few steps away from them, a boy and a girl of about the same age were sitting on a strangely shaped, knobby, bush-like object. If one looked closely, it became clear that it was not really a plant at all—its form was too unusual to resemble anything familiar.
The girl's long brown hair was tied in a braid. Her face was small, with cat-like eyes etched upon it, as if the eyes of a cat had somehow been placed on a human face in mistake. A tiny, delicate nose blossomed on her small mouth, as if the creator had carefully chosen what would suit this face best. Her lips were thin and pink, and she was now murmuring softly to the tall boy sitting beside her, resting her head on his shoulder and holding his hand with one of hers.
"Don't you think this… plant looks like a mushroom?" she whispered.
The boy, on whose shoulder she had rested her head, replied,"Its shape does resemble a mushroom, but I don't think it is. A mushroom is a fungus and doesn't have a vascular system, nor should it have thorns. But if you look closely at this trunk-like thing at the lowest level, you'll see strange, black thorns."
Looking at him with cat-like eyes, the girl whispered softly into the boy's ear,"You're the best for me because you're smart… and hot!"
Hearing these words, the boy lowered his gaze slightly, then, with a gentle smile, kissed her forehead. They looked at each other with delicate, tender glances, a calm settling between them.
Breaking the silence, the boy said,"Don't you think this place is really strange… and different?"
He looked around at their surroundings, twisting his lips slightly,"We're surrounded on all sides by these oddly shaped, spiky trees, and this strange, mushroom-like plant… it's so soft."
He had barely finished speaking when the expression of the girl sitting beside him changed. She turned slightly, peeking at him out of the corner of her eye.
Sensing the change in the girl's expression, the boy immediately asked in a soft voice,"What's wrong, Thursday?"
Thursday looked at him, and in a gentle, pure voice, tilting her head slightly upward, she said,"Nothing… it just felt like someone scratched my waist really sharply! Maybe something pricked me by accident… that's all."
Not giving the matter much attention, Thursday sighed and said to Adrien,"How long are they going to keep fighting like this?"
"I don't know," Adrien said casually, as if it didn't matter to him at all.
They were sitting on the mushroom-like formation—a slightly elevated, large plant-like structure. Its trunk was very thin, tightly wrapped with green, thread-like strands. The lower levels were covered with thorns, but above the irregular trunk, it was made of a sort of velvety, soft material. The top part was rounded and thick, curving outward on both sides to form a semi-arch. The surface was red, adorned with white spots.
Adrien and Mave were enjoying their alone time when some distant words reached their ears, spoken in Mave's voice…
"Adrien told me to restart the plan… I didn't want to come here!"
The words hit their ears like a sudden strike, their effect immediate.
"How can she pull you into her own fight…" she muttered halfway, then, mumbling under her breath, began moving swiftly toward them.
Adrien followed her just as quickly, but with his usual calm demeanor.
Like a sudden flame in the forest, Thursday reached Keave's side and shouted sharply,"Why are you putting the blame for your mistake on anyone else?"
Keave froze, startled, as intense heat suddenly radiated from her side.
Without a hint of hesitation, Mave spoke in firm, deliberate tones,"I'm not blaming anyone—certainly not your boyfriend!"
Immediately responding to Mave, Thursday pursed her lips and jabbed her finger as she said sharply,"Mave! If your memory is even a little correct and you know a bit, my boyfriend's name is Adrien. You can't just call him that—'boyfriend' sounds so cringe!"
With emphasis, she pointed a finger and added,"Tell me—why did my boyfriend make you trust him?"
Mave grumbled in response,"ask Adrien yourself!"
The color of the sky was turning strangely, as if someone had freshly painted it with an intensely deep blue, layer after layer.
Hearing Mave's words, Thursday immediately opposed her, saying sharply,"The blame is on you, not Adrien… he didn't do anything. If you want to prove it, then say it yourself!"
"You always talk to me with those looks, showing despair and gulit for me ! You'll never change, Thursday!"
As these harsh, bitter words reached Thursday's ears, a flicker of something more than mild irritation appeared in her dark eyes—for just a brief moment.
"You've always disliked me, haven't you, Mave?"
Mave's pupils, swirling with unspoken anger and feelings she couldn't voice, glared and said,"Why are you twisting the truth, Thursday?"
Hearing these words, Thursday was about to lift her lips to say something, her eyes filled with unspoken emotions. when the two boys—who had been quietly standing a few steps away near the spiky plant—all of a sudden stepped forward.
The boy with curly hair spoke loudly,"Shut up, guys!"
His face was not twisted like the others neither his pupils were full of anger, jealousy and a hint of bitterness. his eyes were filled with the faint trace of disappointment visible only when one looked closely,
Raising his pink lips, he continued,"Everyone knows we're stuck here! If you think fighting will get us out of this strange place, then first, let's have a boxing match."
Hearing this, Keave bared his teeth, but after looking around at everyone's stern faces, realizing the tension in the air, he reluctantly withdrew them.
"I don't think anyone is at fault for us getting stuck here. And if anyone is, it's all of us, because we all agreed to come here together. None of us knew we'd end up trapped in this strange place."
Mave, Liam, Thursday, Adrien, me, Drace, Keave, Roxana, Cassisan, and Vale—none of us knew so t instead of fighting, it would be better to find a solution.
As the curly-haired boy was saying all this, Adrien looked around, scanning for something, but it seemed he couldn't find it anywhere. Frustrated, he raised his voice slightly and asked,"Where are Roxana, Cassisan, and Vale?"
Suddenly, the rest of us, who had been quietly standing, also realized that the three of them hadn't been here for a long time.