Damion's POV
Days and months have gone by and I have been restlessly fighting to dismantle any possibility of Rebel army uprise. According to our investigation they have been founded by someone with wealth, someone who wants power, maybe a nobel man, they wanted to create caos through the kingdom.
Their plot was to bring the royal family favour down. They would succeed if we had lost the first conflict. According to one of the man we captured, their plan was to trap us at golden bridge and slaughter everyone from both sides.
I can't believe that we almost fell for it, if it wasn't for her... weird drawing we would have fell into their trap. She was smart enough to see through such a basic plot. The lifes we would have lost that day, would have left a huge blow in our Kingdom, all the good men lifes that would have been lost.
I miss her. Rahua, I want to see you.
She would no longer recognise me, I no longer recognise myself. I have grown physically, but the person I was when I came into this campaign is not the same I am now, I was a stupid child, no wonder she only saw me as that.
I hope she will be proud of the person that I've became.
It's been weeks since I last saw Rahua, and the ache in my heart grows with each passing day. Her bravery and intelligence are unmatched, and I find myself endlessly admiring her. She is the one who predicted the rebel army's sinister plan, preventing a devastating loss for our side.
I can't help but reflect on the near tragedy that could have unfolded at the golden bridge. Only Rahua's perceptive eyes and her strange self would have forseen such thing , she saved us from this fatal trap.
I want to search for her through the mirror, but today Ceaser and me have a lot to do, cleaning the mess made by the rebels, I have been with a foul mood all week, because of this.
As we clean up the aftermath of the rebels' attack, I can't help but imagine Rahua, how every time I look through the mirrow she is doing something.... interesting.
Just the other day I found her i bed in the middle of the day, I thought she was sick, her face looked troubled, them she started to kick the air, out of nowhere. I never know what she is up to next, but it's always fascinating to watch her. Sometimes, I catch her doing something normal like baking and then out of nowhere she starts jumping around up and down in some strange dance movements. Rahua has always been full of surprises, and that's one of the things I miss the most about her.
I know I need to focus on the task at hand, but my mind constantly drifts back to Rahua. I wonder where she is now, what she's doing, and if she ever thinks of me. I wish to tell her how much I appreciate her and how much I have been longing to see her again.
The sun has already set a few hours ago and I find myself gazing into the mirror once again. Hoping, wishing, that I'll catch a glimpse of Rahua, but I also know that at this hour she is already probably asleep.
Well she is Rahua, she is probably flying. I laugh at the idea, it's probably true, lay back in my tent, without even notice the dark comes for me.
Next day I wake up early, with the mirror still in my hand, I fell asleep while holding on to it.
I get up to wash my face, the water is really cold, the morning breeze sends a chill through my body. As I try to wake myself up, my mind wanders back to Rahua.
I am inside my tent, clutching the mirror tightly. I can't help but wonder if I should use it now will Rahua be awake, will I get to see her just for bit enough?
I look into the mirror and take a deep breath. "Rahua," I whisper, the image the mirror changes, I see her face dirty with white powder, I am assuming that is wheat, she was finishing cleaning, she had been baking. A smile appears on my lips, just seeing her. She looks happy. I sight in relief.
After a while, I see her hoping in a wagon with some young boy. I frown I don't know why but I don't like it they seem to be chatting happily.
I whisper hoping that somehow she can hear me. "I miss you. I wish you were here with me." She keep chatting happily. After a while they stopped, they enter inside a Manor, it looks familiar, I then see the family crest on the entrance. Is the Cramer crest. She is making a delivery to Cramer's family.
Watch how everyone seem less than warming, as she enters the kitchen, with the boxes. The headmaid says something to her, she looks surprised, and follows the Headmaid somewhere. As they walk inside the main house, I can see the look of astonishment of Rahua, House of Cramer is not short of luxury and opulence. Rahua's eyes widen as she takes in the grandeur of the place, the elegant furniture, and the shimmering chandeliers. It's clear that she is out of her element in this lavish setting.
I can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy seeing her in the company of the Cramers. What business does she have with them? What kind of connection could she possibly have to this wealthy family? My mind races with questions as I continue to watch the scene unfold in the mirror.
Rahua is led into a room, where a woman is inside, I presume it's the daughter of Count Cramer, is waiting for her. They engage in a serious conversation, their expressions transitioning from surprise to concern and fear. I strain my eyes, trying to make out their words, but the sound doesn't travel through the mirror. All I can do is watch in frustration.
"I wish I could hear what theybare talking about."
I could see outside the window royal guards arriving, why are they there? Normally they are called when to arrest someone? What is going on? My heart doesn't stop pounding, I want to enter this mirror in order to protect her.
After what feels like an eternity, the conversation between them comes to an end, Rahua gives a nod, her expression that been going through many emotions, was now calmer, before leaving the study.
My heart aches as I see her wrestle with her emotions. I want to reach out to her, to comfort her, but I'm only a spectator in this magical mirror.
Before I can see what happens next, Caesar calls out, "Damion, we need you outside. We've found something important." Reluctantly, I tear my gaze away from the mirror and rush out to join Caesar.
As we navigate through the camp, my mind is still consumed by thoughts of Rahua and the mysterious encounter at the Cramer's Manor. I can't shake the feeling that something significant is happening.
But for now, duty calls, and I must focus on the task at hand. The rebels must be stopped, and our kingdom needs us more than ever. Rahua will have to wait, even though every fiber of my being longs to be with her and protect her.
I sigh, as I need to focus on the task at hand, on rebuilding and restoring peace to our kingdom. Rahua is out there somewhere, and I have to believe that we will be safe until we reunite again.
For now, I will continue to fight for our kingdom, for our people. And maybe, just maybe, fate will keep Rahua waiting for me to return. Until then, I will hold onto this little moments that I can have, watching her and strive to become the person that she would be proud of.