O'may Navier

Prologue

At last, the evil was vanquished. He smiled, still holding his sword tightly in his fist. Sunlight shone through the wide glass window behind him as he stood proudly. Blood was all around. Once again, he stabbed the body with the diamond sword in his hand, causing more blood to spurt out.

"Everyone thinks I'm dead, but you are an exception," the body's voice echoed before he took his last breath.

The voice tried to scare him, but not today. He wasn't bothered. This was his big day. He was satisfied that he had already killed his archnenemy. But then, he knew he needed to stop. Another voice echoed in his mind, but not from the dead body.

"Remember our deal?"

He wondered if life would be better if he were gone. He looked at the body one more time, his gaze fixed on the blood that had spilled everywhere. He was happy but not entirely satisfied. However, he couldn't spend all day thinking about the dead body.

The sun was shining in the sky. Birds were chirping. Everything had returned to normal. He had reached his goal. But was that what he truly wanted? His life would always be disturbed. No matter how he tried to escape reality, his guilt and fears would always consume him, like a wolf chasing a herd of lambs.

He vividly remembered his archenemy's promise before his death: he could grant any wish if he held the archenemys's compass with full hope. It was a gift and a secret between them. His every move was being watched by invisible eyes that only he could sense but not see. However, he had only one wish left. He didn't want to use it, but he was trapped in this dire situation. He had no choice.

He pulled out the compass, trembling, his whole body clinging tightly to it. His surroundings, including rocks and dust, began to float around him. He closed his eyes and prayed silently. He could take advantage of the controlling voice by simply willing it in his heart. He collapsed to the floor, dropping the compass. His sclera turned teal. Lying down, he made a wish silently, without uttering a sound.

"I wish to have the strength to break this curse."