After exchanging more words with her father, Eliza made her way to her grandfather's room.
As she knocked, the Old Master let her in. He was in the seat near the window of his room with a book in hand.
"Grandfather." Eliza greeted with a slight nod of her head. To which the Old Master acknowledged and nodded his head, "Hmm, how was your rest my dear?" asked as he set the book down on the table beside him.
"Very well, yours?"
"It was good my dear."
"..." a couple of seconds of silence.
"I just got back from talking to Dad..."
"..."
"Sigh, yes I noticed, your eyes are still red from crying."
"Hmm."
"..."
"Grandpa..."
"Tell me."
"Everything will be fine, from now on I'll be different..." 'Yes, different, I won't let anyone harm my family again.' She promised in her heart.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Cheer me up with my Work for Spirity, The Flame of Power, I'm sure you will like it, about Vampires and Lycans, give me reviews for that one and for this one if you haven't. Also, I'm poor in Stones. I'll end like a little beggar on the street, with a piece of cloth for you to drop them!
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