ASHER'S POINT OF VIEW

She fell asleep after having a tour of this place and after meeting the other goddesses. I did not know if she was happy or not a while ago. She kept on laughing and smiling but it looked like her eyes tell otherwise.

I entered the huge room which was built really for her. Its interior was made up of red, white, and silver colors. I found her sleeping on the white master's bed. I sat beside her and stared at her. Her face was so peaceful like she has no burden on both of her shoulders.

"You can make it, Scarlette," I whispered and tried to touch her cheeks. But she suddenly spoke, "Dad, I miss you. Please. Come back." She was crying . . . in her dreams. I wiped her tears gently with my thumb. "Shush. We will find him. Do not worry." Her cries stopped. I smiled as I kissed her forehead before I stood up and left her.

I went to the secured room where the Hetar sword could be found. I was sure that Aunt Er was there right now. When I opened the silver double door, I saw her staring at the floating sword in the center of the room. Her back was facing me so I wondered what was her expression while looking at it.

"Is she already awake?" she asked, still not facing me. I shook my head as my response. "Why are you here then?"

I sighed. "When?" She took a glance at me and raised her left brow. I could not help but laugh inside whenever I notice their mother and daughter similarities. "What do you mean?" I was in no position to ask but I had to. "When will we save Uncle Max? We already know where to find him."

"How?" She faced me. "Tell me, how? How can we enter that Underworld if we do not know how to destroy Durlen's spell?" I lost my voice to answer and remained silent. "We used our powers but these are useless against it," she said firmly. "If I could only kill that traitor right away, I will do it." She clenched her fists in anger.

SCARLETTE'S POINT OF VIEW

"Tok! Tok! Tok!" I woke up in no time because of the continuous knocks on the door. I opened it immediately as I yawned and did not mind what I looked like. "What—" my mouth gaped open when I realized that it was Asher, "—the hell?" He smiled sweetly and uttered, "Cute." In a split of seconds, I became conscious of my looks. I turned my back to him.

"Why are you here?" I asked, ignoring his tease. "Your mother asked me to wake you up. She has something to tell you." I nodded. "Okay. Just wait."

I closed the door and fixed myself. When I was done, I went out and locked the door. From leaning on the wall beside the door, he stood up straightly and started walking.

I just followed him until we entered a silver double door. The huge room was empty literally. "What is this room for?" I asked. "For the sacred sword that soon will be yours." I felt nervous upon hearing that.

"Scarlette." I looked at the one who called my name – it was Mom. She was standing in the middle of this room and smiling at me. In front of her was a floating sword. "It is the Hetar Sword." I came to where she was and could not get my eyes off the glowing sword. "Enchanting, Mom."

"This sword is very powerful because of this crystal." She pointed her finger to the colorless crystal that was placed on the lower part of its holder. "This is the heart of my father and your grandfather, the late god – Od, called Odentia Crysthalias. It contains different powers in any element. And if this was broken," she moved closer to me and whispered, "the whole universe will be destroyed."