"Then I will give the magical orbs to Ezra. I'm sure he will find out what's the matter."
Aren suggested that they should observe the orbs and then destroy them.
"Okay we got that." Stuart said that while he patted Aren's left Arm.
"Before our journey, we should bring back our horses from the palace of south heart."
Richard said. He stood up from the couch.
"No, We can't bring them."
Aren replied with negative. Richard stopped still. He was shocked. Stuart also felt curious.
"Why can't we"?
Stuart asked Aren. Aren's looked cold.
"If we go to the place, everybody will know that we are the real we. And now we're adventurers now And I can't go there right now. Because you know that my mom will never allow me this trip."
Aren was Getting ready. He was dressed and ready to go out. Dazel passes him his long cloak and wig.
"Oh! I forget this. But where are you going?"
Richard said and asked Aren.
"To the antique shop, I need to show the magical orbs to Ezra."
Aren brought out the magical orbs and showed them. Then he put them in his pocket. Stuart wants to break the heavy air, so he makes a plan. He wanted to tease Aren. And he did as he thought.
"Aww, Don't tell me There you left someone who captures your heart and eyes. And you forget about Princess Elia."
Stuart laughed and eagerly waited to see Aren's reaction. Aren looked like he would blast anytime. He got shy. He disagreed with Stuart and tried to give him explanations.
"No, that's not true. There was no one I left there. And I will never forget about Princess Elia. No matter what happens I will get my revenge. I promised. Dazel called Ezra here."
"Come on man, I know that very well. I was just kidding. There is no need to call Ezra here. You should go to him. In the meantime if you see a beautiful lady please tell her that you have a great brother. "
Stuart tries to calm him and wink at Aren. Aren laughed a little and went from there.
As Aren walked towards the antique shop, he couldn't help but think about Stuart's teasing words. He chuckled to himself, trying to brush off the feeling of embarrassment. But, deep down, he couldn't deny that Stuart's words had struck a chord. He had indeed left someone special behind, someone he thought he'd never forget.
As he entered the shop, Aren was greeted by the familiar face of Ezra, the old man who dealt in rare and mysterious artefacts. Aren showed him the magical orbs, and Ezra's eyes lit up with interest.
"Ah, these are indeed powerful objects,"
Ezra said, his voice low and gravelly.
"I can sense their magic coursing through them. Tell me, young Aren, what do you hope to achieve with these orbs?"
Aren explained the strange occurrences that had been happening around him, and Ezra listened intently. When Aren finished speaking, Ezra nodded thoughtfully.
"I see," he said.
"In that case, I believe I can help you understand the orbs' power. But first, we must perform a ritual to awaken their true potential."
Aren agreed, and Ezra led him to a small room at the back of the shop. The air was thick with the scent of incense and something else... something mysterious. Ezra began to chant and gesture, and the magical orbs began to glow with an intense light.
As they performed the ritual, Aren felt a strange energy building up inside him. It was as if the orbs were awakening a part of him that had been dormant for years. Suddenly, visions flashed before his eyes: memories of Princess Elia, of his time in the palace, of the strange creatures that lurked in the shadows...
The visions stopped as abruptly as they began. Aren felt dizzy and disoriented. When he opened his eyes, he saw Ezra staring at him with an intense gaze.
"The orbs have revealed their secrets to you," Ezra said.
"Now you must decide what to do with this newfound knowledge."
Aren looked at Ezra, unsure of what lay ahead.
"But why did I see Princess Elia? I never spent time in the palace. I only met her once and it was her inheritance party. I still can remember about her curious crystal eyes. They sparkled like a starry night."
Aren confusedly asked Ezra.
Ezra's eyes seemed to cloud over, and he nodded slowly.
"Ah, yes, the princess's crystal eyes. A true mark of her noble bloodline. But I sense there is more to this than just a simple inheritance party. You see, Aren, the orbs have revealed a deeper truth to you. A truth that connects you to Princess Elia in ways you cannot yet comprehend."
Aren's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with questions.
"What do you mean? How can I be connected to her?"
Ezra's gaze seemed to pierce through the air, as if searching for hidden truths.
"The orbs have shown you glimpses of a past life, one where you were more than just a mere acquaintance to the princess. You were... closer. And in that life, you made a promise to her, a promise that has been carried over into this world."
Aren's heart skipped a beat as he processed Ezra's words. A promise? What kind of promise? And what did it have to do with the mysterious orbs and the strange occurrences surrounding him?
Just then, the door to the small room burst open, and Stuart and Dazel rushed in, looking frantic.
"Aren, we've received a message from the south heart palace!"
Dazel exclaimed.
"They're demanding an audience with you, and they're not taking no for an answer!"
Aren's eyes snapped back into focus as he stood up, his mind racing with the implications. "What do they want?"
he asked, his voice laced with unease.
Ezra's expression turned grave.
"I fear it may have something to do with your connection to the princess. You must decide what to do next, Aren. The fate of your journey hangs in the balance."
"To be continued
Stay tuned"