(IN THE TRIBE OF AMOREANS)
Sharia Ariella was one of the three elites who graced the sun and the moonlight of the Amoreans with her birth. Since her existence peace, love, and hope gleaned over the gloomy repute of her Kingdom.
According to the Scrolls of Vindel (the High Priestess of their Divination Palace), which was written 20 years before her birth, she was named in the Hectorish Language. Instead of addressing her as Princess - she was addressed as Sharai (the Yiddish form of Princess in Hectorea) and as well bestowed a Hectorean name, 'Ariella (meaning Lioness of God in Hectorea), as was told in the scrolls.
The scroll says,
'She will be one with different acumen, she will find opportunity in difficulties, and her resolve will be unswayable.' And sincerely, she is one with the outstanding verdict and never disavows her words.
"Sharia Ari..." Her father called her in his preferable way "...you know your training is completed. You possess a great skill as a Vindel and as well you've perfected your martial art training." He exonerated. Sharia Ariella knew what he was about to say.
"Yes, father." She responded.
"I assume, this is the right time to start your journey as the Queen by choosing your suitor." He said, more like an order than a suggestion. Ariella had a faint of anger cross her face.
"Father?!" She called out but her father's emotion tells no room for arguments. She was compelled to adhere to her father's decision, after all, tomorrow will be her coronation as a Crown Princess of the Amoreans as she turns 20. For that, she must find her suitor or rather his soul mate before the sunrise as soon as possible, if she hadn't found him.
"Yes, father." She made a mood swing from sadness to a brighter mood.
"Then, we will proceed in an hour, get prepared." He summed up and left as Ariella bowed to him.
Sharia Ariella evacuated the court to her space. Maidens and servants were already at her wait. She was surprised and a bit curious, she wanted to ask but she called herself in order. She simply conformed and motioned for them to come and loosen her robes. After which she sat on her stool beside her makeup mirror.
They took off her pieces of jewelry and she set for the bathroom. Beside her bed, near the sealed Vind (a small Divination alter) by the window side, there is a path that led into the bathroom. It is more like a tunnel because it is an underground path with stairs, though it always seems to be gloomy, with her paranormal powers, she can light it with a click of her fingers.
A few moments later, the guests were present, but Sharai Ariella has not made up to her father's proposal.
"Greetings your Highness, King Arizona. Am Aceir, the Commander of the Southern tribe of Amorea, Quinb Li. I pledge my fealty." He introduced with a present of Diamonds and some gems worth tale-telling the inexplicable wealth, he acquired over years as one great Southern tribe Commanding General.
To King Arizona, the pledge was enough to fill his taste for the rightful match to his daughter and his only heiress. Knowing fully well how victorious the Commander has been in the subjugation of minor tribes on the behalf of the nation and how faithful he has been to his Call. All in conjunction with his wealth made the King see him as a Dab hand for the throne.
"Am glad you came. Now let's proceed with the Lin-Veam (a short Courtship), I believe you should know what to do. If you are to be her mate, you must please her with your best attitude, because that will determine your compatibility." He aided him with a fine repose. But shouldn't he at least, give appraisals of his daughter in acquiescence. That actually, one can say he doesn't know how to begin it, he believes that his daughter's character would pave the right path to her future.
Commander Aceir dumbstruck by the King's calm assertion he bowed with a grin. The King stood up to leave and all the Courtiers including the guests stood to their feet in his respect.
"I will be excusing you this moment." He said in a subtle tone.
"And we are glad for your immeasurable grace". The guests replied with a bow. As well as all in the ambiance.
" At my leave heed to the Love Garden at the extreme of the rear passage of the castle, where you will be meeting with my daughter, Sharai Ari..." He specified "...and so, you..." he referred to the nearest maiden "...should heed the princess quarter and notify her of the guest." He tallied. He left but a distance, he added
"Aceir, never you be rude to my daughter for I shall not forgive you." He adjoined menacingly and left. After reviewing his words Aceir left for the garden. On his way to the garden, he refrained his bountiful ego into conformity to avoid a comeuppance from King Arizona. He can requite him of his title, despite knowing his tremendous effort to the economy of their nation, nevertheless, he decided to be a cat in sheep clothing by stepping down his savory quest for the throne into being a selfless entity, only caring for the Princess wellbeing.
Over the years, King Arizona has been known as a King with an unswayable spirit of leadership. He has the guts to stake his life for a fight with many difficulties, that was why he was able to subjugate minor tribes, gain fame, and expand his empire. One could say, Ariella only had a woman body with the spirit of a man, her father, leading her fortune as she was one with unconquerable resolve.
"Your Highness, His Majesty's messenger is here." Her maiden signaled the presence to seek Sharai's permission.
'What?! His Majesty must have waited for the Princess for a long while. But, the Princess, where...' This thought curdled the blood of her maidens and the ones sent by her mother, Queen Hasha, to assist her preparation. All were trembling at the thought.
"Tell her to come in." The voice of the Queen echoed in the room and evolved them from their abyssal thoughts.
"I greet you, Your Highness." The messenger bowed to the Queen.
"What brought you along?" She strictly questioned her.
"The King demanded the presence of Sharai at the Love garden. The suitors are at wait there."
"Okay. Tell your Highness that the message was delivered to the rightful hands. She will be there in a short while." The Queen ascertained and she bowed down and left.
The presence of the Queen suffocated the maidens, but it was a good way of showing clemency to the maidens who would have been punished for delayed duty and for letting the Princess go to her privy alone.
"Your Highness, we..we are sorry for being oblivious of your presence, and for not doing your bidding." The chief maid implored "Please, forgive us." The rest chorused.
"You shouldn't feel sorry, I know my daughter..." She sounded merciful to them. She was known for her merciful and piteous manner. The maidens were relieved of bother.
"anyways, I would mean but your excuse". She calmly reclined them. Her order sent shivers to their spine because it would mean she will be taking the duty over from there. They were left with no choice but to leave. Without a flinch, the maidens vanished from her sight with rightful procedures.
She headed for the bathtub, opened the frame cover of the bath, and went in.
Onsight of the ambiance could tell there is a mixed feeling that might have lost her daughter in deep thought. The bathtub was spellbound to enunciate the emotion of any person in it, in the form of color depiction. Judging from the onsight, her mother could tell that the mixture of red and blue light characterized the mixed feeling of love and lust.
More so, Ariella has been known as the bravest warrior, even when in a deep slumber - you can't cross her path. But, what just kept her ignorant of the obvious presence of the Queen, whatsoever it is, it must be her weak spot. She proceeded to her reach.
" Khreindel, my princess..." She called her, the name she gave to her after an Amorean Princess who fell in love with a Hectorean War Lord, telling from history the role model was worthy of emulation. Caressing her skin, Princess Khreindel was awakened from thought, at that the Light swung its mood to green color which signifies a lively feeling.
"Mother!" She called "...I know you would come." She lamented and turned towards her.
"My lovely Khreindel, I wouldn't dare to leave you alone at this unthriving time of emotions." She articulated with lots of passion.
"I know mother, am glad because I know you would be here to guide my path out of this void of emotion. Thank you, mum." She simplified.
"Daughter, it will always be fine if you learn how to appease your emotion." She answered with a shrug "...but please, let's make a move out of here, it's been an hour you spent here."
'Wait?! Does it mean...?' The expression on her face explained the mind-boggling situation she was sustaining.
"Yes daughter, the suitors are here." The Queen lend a hand to the riddle. She hastily jumped into her turban-like clothing.
"Who were you thinking about in precise?" The Queen asked while helping her grease her hair with oil.
"Mother, it's nothing to bother you about." She wiled it away with a shrug.
"Daughter, I know how it is on saying things relating to personal emotions on a day like this. Being left with barely one day to make a lifetime decision..." She looked at her daughter in a piteous manner "...but as a mother, I would make a good confidant, only spit it out and I will help you make the best decision of your lifetime." Her words chronicled her exact feelings. Tears dropped off her eyes (Khreindel).
"Mother, you truly are a chosen one for our Kingdom. Your intuition lacks comparison and your wisdom transcends through all ages."
"Thanks, daughter. Now am all ears!" She taunted.
"I was lost from a throwback to the sight of the man I envisioned in my dream from last night. The fantasy was really like there was no other life except for that one. He was alone in a lonely world waiting for his only pair. He has all that he needed to have like wealth, a green sword, a mysterious book, supernatural powers, might, and many lovers wishing to be loved by him because he is a beauty with a heart of gold, yet he was still dying in lonesome despair. He immediately turned towards me and said,
'You are the one am waiting for. You alone can save me from the dungeon of loneliness and love...' He started crossing our path, '...if only you would give me your heart I will be okay and I would repudiate the world and its powers if that will please you.' But at a stance, blood erupted in his eyes like tears and he started losing his stamina. Truly, he has embedded a strong feeling in my heart, I can't bear to see such awful tribulation befall him. I pleased my heels with his rescue and cupped his head in my hands. But for a while, the tears paused and he vanished from my arm leaving me with just a smile that could serve as a cure for all my life disputes. But then I tried searching for him but something strange woke me up." She narrated in detail. Her mother instead of being fascinated by the awe-inspiring tale of a dream was relieved from bothering to know her daughter's destiny has finally found her, she smiled briefly.
"Mother this is not sycophancy, I think he truly needs me." She was placed under intense pressure by her mother's smile.
"I know, my daughter. At least, now you know the difference betwixt love and lust." She professed.
"But mother how?" She asked sincerely.
"You will find out sooner as you unveil your future." She concluded.
"I think you are good to go." She smiled broadly after cladding her in a sky blue velvet and wearing her the crown befitting her attire. Sharia Ariella took a glance of herself in the mirror and stood up to leave.
"Mum thank you for everything." She paid her admiration.
"Am glad you like it. Wish you luck darling." She left for the garden. Her mother vanished into space, just like she teleported herself.
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THIS VERSE CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT (+18)
On her way to the garden, she memorized her mother's last words,
'Khreindel, never you choose a suitor because of Lust for Power or maybe political motives, rather you can risk might (power) for true love, with that your future will ally with peace of mind.' She got engrossed groping for the rightful explanation to her mother's utterances and strode on her front robe which nearly felled her if it hadn't been for her aides who clasped a grip on her.
"Sharia, we will be leaving you at this point, that is how far we can go." They bowed to her and stepped aside, motioning her to go ahead.
'Oh, my crumbs!' The princess exhaled when she noticed how close they were to the garden. She took off to meet with the suitor who has been waiting for her presence for about 36 minutes of invitation.
"Commander, it seems more like the Princess didn't cling to the King's wish..." Aceir's companion said and was about to utter more when the Princess badged into their midst.
"Hmm hmm..!" She made an ahem and they both stood to their feet. Behold it was a marathon race of the heart for both of them. On anchoring their eyes, it was superglued to a kind of consonance but was breached by the hand wave order of Aceir to dismiss his companion.
"Greetings, my princess." He greeted the princess. The princess being captivated by the beauty of a fierce commander, she thought would have been ugly and dreadful, ended up his beauty. Aceir found out that she was found she was entranced and sought a way of jading her back.
"My Princess, do you mind if I address you as My Diva (alternate name for Princess but in a more daring way, only permitted to be called by her husband)?" The Princess came to her compose-mentis with a wag of tongue across her pink lips. If only she knew that just her enthused look partnered with her jaw drop, down to her tongue wiggle made it harder for Commander Aceir's hood safety because her velvet material clasped around her, revealing all her perfect figure. Her emerald green eye made her more charming in her blue attire with regards to her mysterious hair color parted into grey and black.
Aceir on the other hand mesmerized her with his fascinating beauty, from having jawline, vitreous brown eyes, straight nose that depicted his masculinity, blonde hair to gap teeth which he hardly opens, though she wasn't so impaired by his blonde hair because she is not attracted to blondes. It was his smile that got her hypnotized at first sight. She never thought a commander could look so appealing to the eyes that bear witness. Aceir never knew he smiled, it was one of kind, his teeth showed their perfect white with his extended canines commending the beauty. That alone could make any woman clamour for his love because vampires were deleted from their world a long time ago, by three lovers who ruled their three Kingdom like blood-related Empires, at a time the vampires were unleashing the wrath of their demonic Kingdom on other tribes.
After what seemed like a forever gaze, the Princess finally spoke.
"Not so early, Commander, our fate will be determined after the Lin-Veam." She renounced with a flush on her face.
'What a heck? I have seen many men but I haven't been throbbed like this.' Her mind raced with many thoughts. If only she knew what she had done to Aceir, she would bolster up and speak off the cuff.
Aceir was spellbound on hearing the angelic voice of Sharai. He had heard of many fairy sagas, but this was one rumor he never believed would exist. It is said that the Princess's voice could awaken a dead ghost, cure heartache and send shivers down the spine of a great warrior, now he's seen and witness the involuntary effect of her words in a twinkle of an eye.
'What else might be true about her?' He thought, '...would it also be true that sex with her will rid you of all your worries? What about her hair, the scent could cure paralysis? Her tears could abate the viperous rage of an avenger...and her love could mend a broken heart and fill it with peace?' He went abyssal in thought.
"Commander?!" She called with a click of fingers across his face, "...Commander, are you alright?" Aceir who was fast-ridden by thought awakened at her clicks.
"Yes...yes my love.....Uhm, my Princess. Sorry for inconveniencing you with my feeble-mindedness." He apologized.
"Sharai, looking at you I became lost in your ocean of love. I couldn't help myself but believe the rumors of the colossus I came to see were true." He affirmed. Sharai Ariella never had a feeling of what it means to be enticed with coaxing words before, now she had witnessed it right under her nose, happening to her. Not helpingly sweats made their way down her ears, she was already emotional with just a word she could say no man has ever told her.
Commander Aceir has been known for decades for his coaxing ability to mobilize soldiers from dying farmers, to retain peace in the hardest time of political strives. He never failed to save the life of his warriors by pledging loyalty to an enemy if it would mean peace. They said his sweet mouth is unavoidable. Sharia was already retaining a tingling sound in her midsection, weird enough to propagate the ascent of sweat density.
"Am baffled by your words." The Princess consorted. But the more the conversation there is heat evolution in their ambiance.
They chatted to the extent that love became unavoidable, but at least Ariella needed to ascertain her quest so as not to be in the void of her mission.
In the interim, Aceir has unveiled her face, their stares locked to an ever interval, their gap was breached, love was an insistence to them. It was becoming unbearable for Sharai Ari, because of Aceir's heated breath engulfing her sense of coordination, she needed some space a matrimonial concept would happen at the Lin-Veam. Aceir was thoroughly incapacitated from thought on seeing her boobs he was sighting in the veil, unearthed. He lost it all, arms cupped around waist and shoulder level he was willing to satisfy his insatiable.
Their lips were close enough to satisfy their urge, but the Princess revoked their to-be actions with her words.
"I think before this, we should at least know our fate..." She pissed off the moment with her face in disposition. Aceir felt abashed, thinking from all his influencing efforts he couldn't win her heart. He repudiated his feelings.
"How do you mean, My diva?" He asked calmly but in a more conserving tone. The word 'My Diva' hit the Princess's heart with ache, making her understand the significance of their actions, even so, she needed a way to prove it right or wrong.
"Of all the love and care you professed to me, would you entrust the leadership of the nation into my capable hands if you were to become my King?" She spat the ineffable. He had a mood swing, gave out a throb relieving breathe.
"If only I were to become a King, I will not bother my woman with matters of national affairs. I would be the King and she would be the Queen and make my home, so as you."
'So as you...' That word was recorded in the skull of the princess. To him, that was his decent manners of leadership. But then, the Princess...
"Are - you - in - love?" She asked stressing the phrases, eavesdrop, her first love was a sheer folly of heartbreak. Aceir's expression tells nothing by that as he was numbed diagnosing how he spilled the milk.
'How could he?' She thought in tears. She was harboring an acrimonious temperament, but she eased up and backed him.
"Well said Aceir" she prived him off his title in his name, to her he was a demerit to the statutory position. "...as well in apropos to the welfare of the nation and in contrary to your words, Our Kingdom would be needing a selfless King, not an esoteric one of kind." She said with a broken heart and took a step forward, but speeches were made.
"I...I was. Once loved her but I can't trade serving my nation for her. If only, I were to be King from birth, I would make her my queen, no doubt...but not after seeing you. Though I reserved a room for her in my heart, your love rid me of all my worries...Sharai." He caressed her from behind, Ariella felt the flirtatiousness moves send twitches to her back. She didn't want to give it a second chance and flipped off his hands.
"I understand your feelings, and your ardent wish to serve the nation, but all are not meant to rule. You are good as a commanding general, your dreams can be achieved through others if only you will help guide their path. More so, I can't betray my fellow woman for a mere lust." She wiped off her tears in a sob. "...cherish her and love her now you can, because there will come a time the love you made now will guide your paths in the future, even in an irrefutable manner in the most difficult time, you are a warrior, make your home early. And take care of her like she were to be me." She said with her utmost passion of love and bowed, even so without seeing his face, she knew the Commander must be undergoing a refrenation from his lust for power.
"I will surely pay you back in the nearest future for this benevolence. Am not worthy of your pure heart, Princess, but I want you to know...I love you just from the bossom of my heart." He eased his heartache with words. Sharia, Ariella had already had a hard time enduring their bitter sweat chats at the last minutes, but this was the toughest in the interim.
"I would advise you forget it, it was ephemeral." She wiped off her gashes for the last time and left.
Truly, her words had a great impediment on his fruit of misreckoning for love and lust. One could say, he was lust for the throne, but thanks to Khreindel who has shown her true meaning of love, she gave him eternal life, more reasons to be the real self in any case to be.
Out from the garden, she was led back to her quarters by her two handmaids. She wasn't really in a good mood, but she pretended to be, even so, we wanted some else to be the judge of the past incident.
"Pearle..." She called to her chief maiden, who she chose as her best friend after she groomed her on her 19th birthday. "I know you have the ability to hear from a long distance..." She reasonably talked.
"Yea, Sharai," Pearle replied, knowing fully what her say would mean.
"If you were to be my judge, did I shit-pant my prestige at the garden by my words?"
"No Sharai, your words were understandable, rather your actions were clutching lots of emotion." Pearle felt chastened by the urgent halt made by Sharai on their trail back to quarters.
"Am sorry Your Highness, I will curb my courteous manner of speech." She apologized. Sharai restrained herself from the emotional impression on them. They left to her space.
There she waited for another suitor but suffering from the pains of the past suitor. If only she had told her father, Aceir would have paired his rudeness. Yet she confided in her decision never to tell the tale.
Not up to 20 minutes of rest from the last incidence, a call came in to request her presence at the garden.
'Another suitor, it must be.' She ringed her senses with the thought when a sudden impression ceased her intuition with a conundrum,
'What if it was the man from your dream that came now? What if he is unlikely of what he portrayed in the dream? What if he is in love like Aceir?' At that coughed. 'What if he is a witch....no never. What if he is an example of the true villain?' All but the last building question sickened her heart. 'What if he - is - an - enemy of the nation seeking a way for revenge, would you still love him?' She sat up immediately and becked for the maidens to dress her in her code.
They hurriedly prepared her in her blue cladding. She glanced at the mirror and was pleased and made a step ahead, but Pearle called out.
"Sharai..." She turned in response, "...be careful." Pearle simply added but with lots of care expressed in her tone. Impressed by that, Sharai Ariella turned out a bit confused. Knowing very well, maidens are not allowed to be so close to the people they serve, but Pearle was unbecoming of the rule after she was signed as a friend by the Princess. Despite that, she was the last maiden brought to Castle, she has the quality of royalty running in her veins. That was why she was assigned to the Princess as one of her maids and Chief Maiden at that. She has meant great aid to Sharai since she arrived, with the benignancy bestowed on her by the Princess, ranging from training on the martial art, her outfits, the grace to travel along with the Princess, permission to make choices over food, authority to represent the Princess in an occasion she can't attend all adorned her enviable beauty.
Verily speaking, Pearle has reddish-brown eyes in the placement of cat-eye that sparkles at the faintest glint of light. Her nose is in the rightful position that you would sense her femininity even if she was bald. Her mouth wears the most reddish color that attracts even flies, to think it's a center of pollination. Her complexion was brighter than that of other maidens that a naive guest might refer to her as the Princess. She was addressed as the Queen of beauty, specifically titled by the Princes, not just because of her beauty, but intuition also as she is only 3 years older than the Princess. She invariably advises the Princess against any forthcoming problem and she has been a good confidant to Sharai.
"And why?..." Sharai inquired but knowing that as a maiden answers are not easily gotten from them while in a public, she motioned for the others to leave. "...now tell me!" She implored.
"Am sorry to say this, Your Highness. Your suitor is a witch, I think you should be more prudent." She bowed. Sharai was dumbstruck but she didn't want to let out her hidden emotion.
"My dear little queen, you shouldn't feel abashed for telling the truth. Thank you for being my friend, I will be leaving now." She appreciated her and left for the garden.
At the extreme castle passage, Princess Kreindel exhaled in desolation, 'Why would a father hand his only daughter over to a Wizard because of Might.' She reasoned in pain... 'I will make his stay here miserable, I will never give him a likelihood to know .my heart. She dashed into the garden in anger, but all to her surprise, she saw a finely seated man on the floor of the garden, sculpting a woman, and her little daughter playing at the riverbank by animating the soil with his sorcery power. He projected the image in a manner that conveys a message to the viewer.
'Starting from the birth of the baby, an eye was watching. Throughout the baby's preadolescence, the eye was still watching. Now the baby became a full-grown lady, the eye sent one from his cabinet to thwart the lady's mission...' He stopped the projection as he felt the presence of a person.
"You are welcome, My Princess." He greeted from his squat-like posture. But how did he know it was the Princess for sure? He must have advanced if not mastered all the sorcery skills.
Sorcery is the process of mastering spells and enchantments in a manner that one could wield various forces with the power of the mind. It involves bonding yourself with spells, making them part of your body and spirit other than your inner energy, you can bend forces and spirit to do your biddings.
"I can see you have a great sorcery skill." The Princess taunted, heading to the nearest seat. He stood up from the floor and reclined by the seat beside him, in an alternative position to the Princess.
His facial beauty adorned his elegance. His drowsy blue eyes, one could contract sleep from them with just a steady stare. His greenish hair with a vitreous luster made his element odd among his kind. He clothed himself in a black cloak, only revealing his inner body which was coated in warrior attire. His every move exhibits a warrior charade. Whatsoever is the matter with him, his actions leverages something hideous.
"Not comparable to the Sharai's Vindel skill." He thrilled her morale. But as for the Princess, she feels haunted by unknown suffocating angst. She knew something eerie beclouded the atmosphere since his arrival, but wouldn't like to unveil it soon.
"A thrilling appraisal, I suppose." They both laughed harmoniously. But staring in his eyes feigned allegiance and love could be undercovered into bellicosity and truculence pretense, the Princess felt the air cease at their gazes, it was more of mixed emotion, revenge, lust for power, and love or would it be scorn.
"So tell me, how would the story end?" She asked keenly, referring to the animated sculptures.
"Oh, that! I believe you would bear witness to how it ends or possibly it might end in the Eye's favor because it is big enough to watch every single move of the lady." He replied subtle but alluring way. The Princess became more enthused of what would become of the lady in the end, with that she believes she will get clues to his plans.
"You know, your sculpture reminded me of and my mother, when I was still young, so I would like to see for myself what would become of the lady". She retorted with a smile.
"It would gain me vain if I deprive My Princess the little favor I can offer her..." He taunted and laughed in a resentful manner. "...adjoin your hands to mine and close your eyes." He instructed. Deep down, the Princess knew all wasn't in other, but she was willing to take the risk that awaits her.
"Repeat the visual spells with me." He demanded as they collided hands.
"Atára-kehindéra-baàl-mano-potöevë."
They both chorused then everything became abyssal. It was like the darkness has no end, but then it became bright again, all in Khreindel's eyes.
It was like a hallucination, a dream realm more like leaving under spells...
'Oh, noooo! I have been spelled to ethereal hostage (living in the mind)' The subconscious mind of Sharai lamented as it was the only part of her spirit to be in the rightful composure in the realm ethereal. I knew he was seeking revenge, but never knew it was so soon.
None has ever survived realme ethereal because they are either transformed into an enemy body and get killed by the real enemy or they are turned into a viperous creature which will end up being killed; none in centuries has ever survived it and it serves the beginning of the tribe's fall.
Princess Khreindel wandered in her thought like it was her plane. She keeps on coming in contact with her past life, remembering hurtful things that have passed. But there is one rule governing the ethereal realme, 'One way forward, no turning back.' She was being chased by spirits and demons her father killed for decades, running an ever race for her dear life.
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Back to the castle, like expected the unknown Sorcerer turned into Sharai Ariella's body and wore her his but rendering her numb. She thought of a way to begin his vengeance. He came up with making a twirl of fire in the middle of the garden and contract with him flames of fire.
He made it be, then the Mission 'Terminate the real me and fake your identity,' began.
"Tchweeee! Tchweeee! Somebody help!" He shouted wearing the body of Sharai Ariella with flakes of fire burning her dress. Rushing to the call the maidens and the guards found her running around the garden with the chips of fire increasing. They quickly quenched the fire with some water but in the process, he used his sorcery power to cause a flake to engulf one forcibly like it has hands to drag one onto itself, all in the name of tarnishing the image of numbed Khreindel in a man's body.
This incident drew the King's notoriety and his courtiers, including the Queen.
"What is the matter here?" The King asked menacingly. His face tells fury and no room for forgiveness.
"Uh, father! Thank my god you are here..." She panicked at her reply, unusual for her. "...it's this scoundrel that you called for my match. He's threatening my life with his mysticism, he killed one of the guards and has sworn to rid me of my flesh." She narrated her complaints in fear, disappointingly the King wasn't moved by his deafening orchestration.
"I s-e-e." He replied stressing the word to affirm his disappointment and turned, leaving the arena with regrets as everyone followed. Knowing fully well that the Princess has attained the greatest skill in martial art as well acquired enough skill of Vindel to rebuke his sorcery let alone the Paralean sword that possesses powers of countering spell.
As if embarrassed by their unmelted disbelief in his prank, he used the puppet of Sharai in his embodiment to project a fire attack towards the leaving king, but the King who was already in a rageful mood was awaiting his bait. He used his inner energy to encircle the puppet of her daughter unknowingly into a cone ban, making it more difficult for her to survive the strive in the realme.
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In the interim, at the ethereal realme, it was becoming unhabitable for Sharai Ariella because of oxygen loss in the cone ban. Her only hope, even if she were to die is to behold that true lover of hers from her dream, since this is a dream realm.
From the long hunt, she was already collapsing. She felled on her knees and cried out.
"Can I at least know your name? Can I at least see your face once again? Can I at least die in your arms, since all this was occurring because I wanted to meet you? If you hadn't come to my dream, all this wouldn't have happened!" She lamented in sorrow, before gasping for air, her visions became blurry, and her hunters had made it up to her.
'With just a swing of his blade, lightning struck down hundreds of mare hunters in the ethereal abode. His gait was more than I could remember from my last dream. He was the full meaning of beauty, he lacks nothing in the definition. His long strands of night-black hair flare by his side. His weird look without a smile made it more appealing to my liking. He might be a demon to the world but to me, he is my angel.' Sharai's mind recorded all that happened with her, to tell in the nearest future when she will be born again.
He bent towards her, just like she did to him in her dream. He cupped her head in his hands and said,
"You are mine, Ariella." With full assertion. But Ari has already given up hope.
"I know and that's why you were my last wish. I can now die peacefully." She said ghastly.
"There is no greater last wish than life. Death is not a wish, it is retirement from life. But you are neither alive nor dead. But now I give you life." He breathed into her new life with lightning energy. She instantly regained consciousness. And then, he was already leaving but halted at her call.
"Hey!..." He turned "Can I at least have your name?" She pleaded.
"Zalman. Come search for me today at Shi Gal river in your nearest Western tribe." He detailed, and she nodded. Within a twinkle of an eye, he vanished like smoke into thin air.
To her surprise, she was able to head back from where she began the race from. But the more she tries, the harder it storms her with a hurricane. She pulled her new energy and burst into lightning. It was a journey from the darkest dark of all the realms.
********(BACK TO THE CASTLE)
Seated in the King's court, judgment about the libel and slander of the suitor are being passed. But things were unlikely, Ariella was known for her immeasurable grace of clemency. However, this particular one never showed mercy, he has already slapped two of the maidens who tried interrogating her, including Pearle.
'Things fell apart from the way they were known, a strong warrior known for invincibility screaming and scratching for a little prank of fire. A beautiful lady with bright green eyes turned out to have pale and drowsy green eyes. One who complains of any throb to her mother ended seeking her father's attention the most. She always carries her sword with her, but today, she left it in its lonely ratchet.' All this thinking wriggled Pearle's mind. She headed for the queen, to lay complaints.
On her trail, the labeled foe in the cone ban burst like lightning and disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving no traces of the whereabouts. The next step was ridding the Paralean through his heart (the fake Princess) from the rear, which caused a great obfuscation in the court.
After her revenge, she dropped her sword and settled on the floor. Soldiers surrounded him (masked Princess) with the corpse of the Princess (sorcerer).
She already surrendered, she was lucky to survive the realm, but how sure is she that she will survive this? On thinking this her eyes started turning green with incessant dripping tears. Her masks started scraping off leaving her to her normal self and then the sorcerer's body returned to him. Pearle from a distance ran and embraced her in a wonderful hug rendering everybody speechless, as tears surged out of people's eyes as well as their's.
She narrated her legendary journey after the King declared her the real daughter. She walked up to her mum and requested that Pearle be adorned as her sister. Her request was granted by the King and they prepared for their journey to the Western tribe, an enemy nation.
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(THE WESTERN TRIBE, THE HEART OF HECTOREAN)
They vanished at intervals to have gotten to the Western tribe of Hectorean on a short period of three hours. They first stopped at a tavern to have some drinks, but truly they were in for the knowledge about who Zalman is.
"Pour me a drink." Pearle clamored at the seller.
"Coin?" She motioned for money. Pearle brought out a huge bag containing coins which attracts attention and placed it on the desk.
"Serve yourself!" She shouted and the people rushed the drink in a manner.
'Time to get information' she said.
"Anyone who can direct us to Zalman in this Western tribe would gain more of our coin." She baited with a coin. The crowd steered away. Nobody as if they heard anything. She repeated herself, but only one old man managed to respond to them.
"He is our Prince!". He said in cajole but meaningful tone. The mob laughed.
" He lives in the Castle, but no eye has ever seen him." He added. Rumors clustered the room.
"He is said to be a demon slayer with fire fists." A woman added. Words started coming out.
"He lives a celibate life, no woman can ever lure him." "He's beauty captivates a male enemy talk less of mere wenches like you." They assaulted and laughed at them. Pearle wanted to slash the mouth that spat that nonsense but Khreindel held her back.
"His gait is like that of a mountain...he is dreadful and as so addressed as the Demon King." "He is said to be the only one that possesses the Quabal-Moarn skill, and he is the prophesied savior of our tribe. He will smash all enemies in the due time."
This one made Pearle vanish into pinkish gas and appear before the speaker with her blade pointing to his neck.
"Fine, I will take you there, but you will double the money, deal?" A young little boy accepted the bait with another bait.
"Deal!" Sharai Ariella sealed the deal. They left the tavern to the Castle entrance. The boy asked for their stop.
"I will stop here, you can continue your death wish quest." Pearle was once more abated by the Princess or she would have slit his throat for being rude to her sister, Sharai. Yes, they are now sisters.
"...this is the Shi Gal river and that," he pointed at the valley pathway "is the only pathway to it. There you will find the Prince you crave for." He added.
"Now, my price?" He asked rudely. Pearle stoned it on him and he rode away with his horse chit-chatting. Ariella and Pearle gazed at each other before vanishing into space.
From the treetop, Sharai Ari and Princess Pearle gazed down to the seaside of the Shi Gal river that has been speculated for the Prince alone.
His sight was adorable from their distance. He is so skilled, judging from the practice he was undergoing. He must be waiting for someone or maybe his daily routine of practice. Both from the treetop harbored the same thought. But Ariella wanted a close view of his beauty to affirm her dream and ethereal testimony.
But, there was another person there judging from the environment. The person is either an enemy to the Prince or them.
The scornful one was pointing an arrow with ambiguous feelings. He was pointing at them from another tree. But an instinct made him change his mind to rather attack the Prince. He released the shot.
Ari immediately kneed the arrow in the air, saving him from the attack. But then she found out that before her appearance he has been battling against some certain creatures who raptured them with their unexpected attack. Ariella fought by his side on her white warrior outfit with him on black, but they could not have the chance to glance at each other's faces. They fought till the end, they vanquished the enemies with biting and flying skills. They backed each other, but he knew he had a company who watched his back in the fight.
"Who are they?" He suspected she might be aware of the creatures in question. If only he had known his suspicious act would turn into a love play.
"They are the wolf bloods, from the millennium vanquished were-cayotes." She replied to him. But more than mere replies, she cured him of all his worries with just her words.
'Who is She?' He was thinking while holding each other on side gazes, he about turning to capture her face. Nevertheless, the sudden appearance of the soldiers broke the pace.
"Goodbye, Prince Zalman." She greeted and vanished like him, in a lightning portal dropping unknowing her waist tie.
'What?! She knew my name?'
"Your Highness are you alright?" His right-hand man questioned. But he just dropped his sword and picked her tiny guide and left them.
On landing on an empty field in the western tribe, she remembered her sister Pearle and called out to her.
"Pearle! Pearle!!" She called severely when a portal opened and Pearle fell on top of her, cracking up frantically. Just but a while their horses made their way towards them. They parted letting the horses fall on their own, gazing at each other they laughed again and set for their homecoming.
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(BACK IN AMOREA)
The courtyard was fully seated. All the people were waiting for the Princess, as they already spent a night in the Love quest. The Kingdom was already dissipating into clans, none had faith in the Princess except for her parents, since the call was for an enemy nation.
"Your Highness, we have less than four hours before the court is over if the Princess doesn't come back before then, the Zheng Dynasty will be over. And if she comes back without a Match, she will equally be disqualified.
Two hours later, the guards blew their base horn informing them of the arrival of Sharai. But from there, they flashed like lightning and appeared at the front of the courtyard. Everyone trembled at their stunning sight. They materialized like an elite squad from heaven.
" Greetings, Your Highness." They bowed to the King, their father as all were at their feet from the sight of them. Murmur enshrouded the court.
"You are welcome, my daughters." This gave happiness to them both who initial friendship culminated in sisterhood.
"How did it go?" The King asked. Every single corner in the court was quiet.
"We met with the one at the Shi Gal river of Hectorean Capital." Sharai Ariella retorted with a smile. But the people wanted to engulf her for coming home without her groom or rather choosing from their tribe.
"Sharai, but why didn't bring him with you?" One asked and hundreds chorused.
"Yes!" "Why?" "Tell us!"
"Quiet!" Princess Pearle scolded. "This is the time for debate, I was an eyewitness. He is truly one among thousands." There was total silence because Pearle was enraged. "...they both exhibit the same skills and features when they fought side by side against the wolfbloods..." People trembled and mumbled words at that.
"Wolfbloods?" They whispered across the hall.
"Yea, wolfbloods. Those weird creatures from the vanquished lineage of the were-cayotes. They defeated the creatures, just like she defeated the sorcerer. There was nothing hostile about them. She journeyed via the path of death and survived that which no one has ever survived because of his loving spirit. Are these not enough for you to make her The Crown Princess or would you like her to involve her soul mate?" Pearle's word was like a thundering cloud in the coldest night.
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