Chapter 3 3

Klarrie's POV

As I step inside the busy airport, my heart starts to pound with excitement and nervousness all at once. I've never been on an airplane before, and the uncertainty of what to expect is overwhelming.

Walking towards the gate, I can feel my palms getting sweaty and my stomach churning with anticipation. The sound of announcements and the constant chatter of people around me make my head spin. But deep down, I know that this experience is going to be one of a kind, and it makes me even more eager to board the plane.

As I now take my seat and secure my seatbelt, I feel the adrenaline rush through my veins. My eyes widen as the plane begins to move, picking up speed until it finally lifts off the ground. Looking out the window at the vast expanse of clouds beneath me, I feel a mixture of awe and fear.

Despite my nervousness, I can't help but feel a sense of exhilaration as the plane soars higher and higher into the sky. As I glance around at the other passengers, I can see that I'm not the only one with mixed emotions. But the feeling of being on an adventure, exploring new places, and experiencing different cultures is just too hard to resist.

In the end, the excitement of starting a new journey takes over the fear, and I look forward to every new travel experience that awaits me.

Stepping out of the airport, I take in a deep breath of the unfamiliar air and look around at my surroundings. Everything seems so new and different from what I'm used to. I clutch at the piece of paper with the address of my destination tightly in my hand, anxious about how I'm going to get there.

I wave down a taxi and climb into the backseat, feeling a little nervous about navigating through this unknown place. I show the driver the address and he nods, assuring me that he knows where it is.

As we drive through the city, I try to take in as much of the scenery as I can. The tall buildings, bustling streets, and colorful storefronts all seem so different from what I'm used to. The driver chatters away, asking me questions about where I'm from and why I'm here, but his friendly demeanor puts me at ease.

We finally arrived at my destination, and I thanked the driver for his help.

"Thank you for your kindness, good sir." I said with a smile. He smiled too, and waved his hand on me, bidding a warm goodbye.

Stepping out of the taxi and take a look around, I feel excited for all the new experiences and adventures that await me in this unfamiliar place.

Eyeing the tall building in front of me, this will be the beginning of everything I aimed and dreamed for.

With a smile, I walk through the hotel I am staying at for a while at this event.

Excitements still awaits and lingered me nonstop, at the same time. Some unfamiliar feeling seeking some attention inside of me.

"Good morning! Welcome to Royale Hotel!" Greeted by these nice people. I smiled.

"Writer's Event, please." I said. Respectfully asking them to guide me where to go.

"May I see your invitation, Madame?" An attendant asked me politely that made me handle my invitation.

"Ms. Clarity." She called- more than a whisper.

My brows knotted, if my name rang some bell to her head, because if you'll ask me, she's so new in my eyes.

"I'll surely have her autograph later." Her little squeals made me felt relieved. She looked at me with a wide smile.

"This way, Madame." She said, guiding me somewhere.

"Clarity will do." I commented but she bustled with more squeals and giggles.

"Enjoy your stay here, Miss Clarity!" She cheered and made me smile.

I walk into the grand hall and take in the stunning sight before me. The room is filled with writers from all over the country, chatting and mingling with one another. The air is abuzz with excitement and anticipation for the upcoming event.

As I make my way through the crowd, I am struck by the beauty of the space. The high ceilings are adorned with intricate chandeliers that cast a warm and welcoming glow over the room. The walls are lined with bookshelves filled with an array of literary classics and contemporary works.

In the center of the room, there is a large stage, adorned with a beautiful floral arrangement. As I take my seat, I can feel the energy in the room building, and I know that something truly special is about to happen.

For years, I've dreamed of attending this event, of meeting like-minded individuals and learning from the masters of the craft. And now, finally, I'm here, present and alive in this very moment.

Suddenly, the lights dim and the room falls silent. A hush falls over the crowd as the first writer takes the stage. The words are powerful and moving, and I can feel the emotion in the room building as the crowd hangs on their every word.

"Come one, come all! Step right up and gather 'round!" A booming voice from the stage grabbed everyone's attention as the light came in.

My eyes lit up as I recognized Ms. Nightcracker, holding her own book in front of us.

"We've gathered the finest wordsmiths from near and far for this grand event- a chance to mingle, share perspectives, and celebrate writing." Her opening words held us captivated, and we all shared a jovial chuckle at the mention of some attendees coming from far-flung corners of the country.

As someone who had traveled quite a distance myself, I knew just how significant this gathering was, and I cherished every moment of it.

Writing became my passion when I lost some interest in art, I used to be an artist, painting was my passion- 'til it was lost because the one who mentored and taught me to be one with colors passed away.

Until all of my work became dull and unknown, it felt like the colors were slowly fading away from my world. Coping with this loss was difficult, and I found myself wondering why I was becoming someone I didn't recognize.

I became a prisoner of my own darkness, holding back my ability to control the colors of life. However, something within me compelled me to keep living and creating color.

Not with paints and crayons, but with words.

That's when I knew that writing was calling me to express everything I had inside. The precise words I wrote brought color back to my life, and I discovered a kind of magic that miraculously saved me from my drowning miseries.

I embrace this reality, which has allowed me to redirect my miseries towards my own serenity.

Writing has given me the freedom to express myself and the motivation to keep going. Among all the genres, Fantasy is the one I am most fond of.

Through writing, I have become the person I wanted to be, despite what others may think or say about my life. I have created my own reality full of joy and happiness, and I have used the magic and spells of words to mend my broken feelings and make them whole again.

Some may call me crazy, saying that this is not how life should be lived.

Little did they know that I am actually living a real life, in reality. It's like how one can embrace a rose with lots of thorns- it's because I am creating something magical out of pain.

There is serenity amidst all the miseries if we believe that we are the rulers of our own lives, not the pain that takes everything away from us.

"So, here's the main part..." I get back from my own thoughts because of this. "Let us meet one writer today, and be friend with!" Ms. Nightcracker excitedly cheered as she was now being guide by her boyfriend. Yeah, I know that, that man is her boyfriend. Eyes, just can't lie.

I looked around, and just like bubbles... everyone vanished in front of me. Not literally, but they already have and meet one another.

I sigh.

Suddenly, a chilling voice jolted me out of my reverie. "If I were you, I wouldn't leave this place without getting to know someone." She said, and I am hundred percent that she's a she.

As I turned to face her, my world came to a sudden stop, as if everything had been put on pause.

I found myself captivated by her tantalizing and hypnotizing eyes.

"I am known as Unspokenwords," she said, her voice sending chills down my spine. It was cold yet gentle and soft, like a melody from a lullaby. "And you're Serendipity, the woman of Rainbows and Sunshine," she added, bringing me back to my senses.

I looked at her, dumbfounded as I pointed to myself. "You know me?" I asked, confused.

She simply shrugged. "Who wouldn't? I mean, you write stories that go beyond reality," she said nonchalantly, as if my surprise meant nothing to her.

I raised an eyebrow at her statement. "And what do you write about?" I asked.

"Nothing much, just the pure pain and cold reality of life." She replied nonchalantly, as if the weight of those words meant nothing to her.

"Ah, I see. Tragic," I commented, noticing a flicker of emotion in her eyes that quickly vanished. "Anyways, I happen to have a book of mine with me. Would you like to take a look?"

She didn't respond immediately, but a small smile appeared on her face before she spoke in a calm and composed manner. "Certainly." She said.

I felt a surge of excitement as I handed her my book. "Excellent! I can't wait for you to read it!" I exclaimed with enthusiasm.

However, she seemed uninterested and suggested we grab some refreshments instead, with a small smile on her face she asked me.

"Want to grab some food and drink?" I just looked her dumbfounded, confused and hazed. "Come on, I know some better and quiet place." She added as she realized I am

I was taken aback and rendered speechless by her sudden change in demeanor. Could I have misinterpreted the meaning behind her earlier gaze? There was a glimmer of recognition in her expression that I found familiar.

I tried to dismiss all the thoughts that were swirling around in my mind, but I couldn't ignore the feeling in my heart. It was odd, my heart was beating abnormally.

This was beyond reality. What could be the possibility that my heart was racing at the sight of her smile? Her smile wasn't even that big, yet it struck a chord deep within me.

I was doomed. This was out of my control. What the heck was happening? I couldn't believe how I was feeling.

But for now, I shook my head and focused on what's happening, I just wanted to treasure this moment, to be in the presence of someone hidden from the name Unspoken words and to feel the beating of my heart.

That was so new to me.