Destined for the Cursed Warrior

orbidden to go out into the sunlight. This curse hung over him for a thousand years. Nothing could distract him from this unbearable thought. Even if he

d now - now the company was managed almost by itself, without his constant intervention, which left him a lot of free time. A time when he didn't know what to do other than prowl around the apartment, get

n to fall, this could be an occasion to create a work for himselves and intervene in the management of the corporation. But no, not only have they not f

im. He was too nervous to be able to sit down and listen to some music. On the other side of the curtains, on the terrace, was the voice of the woman Andr

ing him at least a little peace before the night came, when he would again be free from the power of Apollo. He turned on the joint album of Jay Z and Linkin Park and began

ring him apart from the inside. He so wanted it all to end, that the gods would take pity on him and save him from this aimless existence. Adrian ran for another two and a half hours, until the muscles of his body ceased

turing yourself?" Andreas asked. His face betrayed anger and p

yes and looked at him. The younger man stood a step away from him, a

t the next time will be succes

now his whole body hurt, but he kne

ted just because you to

ptly. "Andreas, 2500 years have p

Don't you think it's time to stop feeling s

on a thousand times, and

went to the door. As he put his hand on

more. Do what you want! I'm over it! Let someone else try to pull you out

om through the opposite door,

desire to save him from himself, and when he managed to do this, he felt empty. He left the gym and went to his bathroom. The apartment on the third floo

stabbed like needles into his warm muscles, but at the same time it eased the pain. He placed his hand on the black granite tiles on the wall and bowed his head, letting the water attack the back

and the one who took them had already left. The man stretched out on the couch, tired after a workout and a shower. The remote control for the audio system, lying on the table,

Amarylis' swan song, after which she disappeared from the stage, and no one else knew why she left and where she went. M

olin when she was three, at the age of five she already played with the best symphony orchestras in the w

ttention to her was her fiery red, finely curly hair, which was tamed with an elaborate braid. The girl stood near the podium for the conductor, and her

nd frail appearance, despite heavy music pieces and murderous engagements, and although her face showed no emotion, whe

in his soul. In fact, the man thought, she always succeeded. Why haven't he noticed this until now? He