Criselia's Understanding
Walking above the wooden tiled rooftop, happily, Criselia smells the air while she enjoys gazing at the blue sky. With her new whole dress designed with Jewelry, her feelings of satisfaction expresses by her body as ecstasy. The tall sharp tower attracts her eyes. This civilization downgrades the republic of my ancestry. I wonder what had happened to those people who had borrowed this land of mine. Had they managed to clear the problem outside? Or the mutation of tempest had gradually eaten every living things outside? I dislike involving myself to their problems. I still have to deal with my immortality.
She stops and closes her eyes. Her vision wanders to any house, any person, any place, and she stops; to only see Jaino lies a woman in the bed. Her hands she curls firmly and turns into fists. No! Jaino! No! She disappears.
The female escort hands Jaino a mortar, containing green-layering-mixed texture of wet stirred powder. Jaino excavates his fingers inside the mortar and rubs it to Jesifer's wound.
This wounded person moans while she tries to endure the pain from the paste-like cold pungent medicine. Her body reacts each time she tries to withstand the pain. Her fingers grip the mattress.
After an hour struggles, the wounded person passes out.
With her silk cloth, the female escort dresses Jesifer, whereas Jaino has left the place, now he's strolling on the street. He sees, on a tree leaning, Criselia, sparkling with her new dress, drinks an alcohol. He goes near. "Is that a lady's drink?"
"Are you worried on me?"
"Nope ... By the way, what had happened with the child in your past?"
"Oh, I failed to protect my owner. No matter how stronger I am, if I'm going to fight plenty of outstanding opponents. There's no way I can protect other persons aside from myself.
"So, I let them go as I had gained my freedom. I don't know, if he obeyed our agreement to kill himself after he had had a child. I don't even know if he had a child. I parted with them, yet they were in tears. I could only smile to see them happy. Why did you become interested? Do you accepted now our agreement?" She smiles.
"Give me some time." Then he walks away. Criselia disappears.
Jesifer awakens. She raises and hears some woman voice—
"Oh, owner of the fine elemental output."
—this newly awaken person waves her eyes, settling her vision at the only other person, standing and wearing a jewelry-designed whole dress. "Who are you?" has requested by Jesifer.
"Your eyes sure stop crying; and there is a child's soul tagging with you; did you lost some precious one? I can help you with your problems."
Jesifer's eyes open and then narrows. She kneels above the bed. Her eyes produce tears. She hides her lips, yet wanting to smile. "I'll give you anything. Help me, save her."
Criselia walks to and fro ... she stops. "Who are you to Jaino?"
Jesifer thinks. "We just shared our name briefly. If he's your man, then I'm afraid, you get it wrong. He's a stranger to me."
"Don't lie. Don't lie. You don't need to lie."
"I'm telling the truth. Believe me!" She cries.
"A lie, a lie." She swirls and swirls.
"Please, believe me. If you want, I will bow for you."
"But don't be afraid, I'm fine to be a second one." Her fingers run from Jesifer's throat and to the chin, and she lifts Jesifer's head; they stare at each other. "Follow Jaino's footsteps and serve him forever. I'm going to make him become the most strongest norim, to become the ruler of other creatures, and become a Zjjan Master."
Jesifer gazes down. "Is he that strong?"
"Yes, he will."
"What is dsan master?"
"Zjjan is the name of the day that shine upon us and now the name of our world. And Zjjan Master, the selected kind, who will manage and decide the fate of this world."
Jesifer smiles. "It's not bad. Deal."
One down, has thought by Criselia.
Oh, fate shall light the hopeless men
the journey to each direction
is the fate of every person