Archard's Perspective

There is a gazebo in the back of my garden shaded by Virginia creeper, climbing roses, and a white pine where I sit early in the morning and watch the action. Light blue bells of a dwarf campanula drift over the rock garden just before my eyes. Behind it, a three-foot stand of aconite is flowering now, each dark blue cowl-like corolla bowed for worship or intrigue: thus its common name, monkshood. Next to the aconite, black madonna lilies with their seductive Easter scent are just coming into bloom. At the back of the garden, a hollow log, used in its glory days for a base to split kindling, now spills white cascade petunias and lobelia.

I can't get enough of watching the bees and trying to imagine how they experience the abundance of, say, a blue campanula blossom, the dizzy light pulsing, every fiber of being immersed in the flower. ...

It was so quiet outside, so quiet that I can hear my own blood flowing through my veins which wasn't good sign for anyone... Anyone, I mean everyone. I can't believe still that she gets away with it. And it's all because of Cleo. He can't handle a weak wolf.

" Mr, Archard your coffee." a servent said and holding a serving tray. And I didn't ask for anything.

" Did I ask you to make coffee for me?"

" No, Sir," he answered hesitately.

" THEN! WHY THE FUCK DID YOU MAKE COFFEE FOR ME?" I growled in fury. His whole body begins to shake in fear. He was barely manage to stood up on his feet. His face turned into pale.

" I-I, forgave...me...Sir," he stammered.

He needs a lesson to be teach for disobeying me but before I can do that I was interrupted by Cleo.

" Archard, why are you taking class of poor servent in the morning."

I cranked my neck and to saw him walking towards the gazebo where I was sitting.

" You are absolutely right! I shouldn't be taking out my anger on the poor servent instead, I should be taking my anger on you." I answered him. And the servent begin walking out of the gazebo as Cleo stopped him and took a cup of coffee from him.

" You can go Eriven." He told the servent who almost tripped down on the steps in order to move fast. My gazed leap from him to Cleo who was taking sip of his coffee. And he ignored everything I have just said and sat down on the lawn chair, looking unefffective by everything.

" How could you act like that?" I asked him.

" What do you mean?" He replied me very conveniently.

" Don't act like you don't know what am I talking about?"

" Okay, Okay, calm down. What do you want me to say? because of you I am having concussion from last night."

" Oh, you're so fragile princess that you can't even a handle a mere wolf." I taunt him.

" You think she was a mere wolf... No, No... you are wrong she wasn't a mere wolf the way she knocked me down in one blow I don't think so."

I can agree with Cleo at this point. She wasn't weak as she was pretending. Like, who wants to invite her death by challenging me. I fear the fire of anger she ignite in me. Because once it starts raging, I don't know what all it will burn.

" Archard, you didn't tell me, who was she? and why you brought her here? what she did wrong?"

" You'll find out in a moment. Who she was? and what she did wrong?" I said with the smirked. Cleo looked puzzled at me but I knew what am I doing?

She can't run away from me and even if ran down in the core of earth I will find her. And bring her back to face the cruel death of her. I was feeling amused by thinking of it.

From, distance I can hear tormented screams pierced the silence like a blade. The sky bled, and darkness.

" What was that? Archard." Cleo asked me and I got up from the chair and stretched my arms out.

" Come on, Cleo let's go!" I told Cleo and Cleo looked at me confusily.

" Archard, tell me what was happening?"

" Fixing your mistake. Come on, Cleo."

Cleo jumped from her seat and we walked out of the gazebo and made our way back to the front of the house and Cleo was looking so worried and asking me the same question over and over again.

" Archard, don't tell me you again invite trouble for yourself."

" I never invite trouble for myself. I invite trouble for others."