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🌙 THE REALM OF THE MOON ANGELS, ISHKA.

The moon angels had always lived there lives as flower petals. It's unimaginable right?

But then it gets very interesting.

Each petal blooms with it's peculiar characteristics.

They had a keeper who is a messenger from the Fore Kingdom.

She is known as Mother Queila. All the petals loved her because she took very care of them right from their blooming stage until they wither entirely.

Her responsibility also entailed making sure that the excalibar never left the lines gate of the earth.

She had sent the best of her petals to stop the most pressing and desperate realm who would always seek the excalibar as though there lives were dependent on it, the Dulmore's, of course.

She is a white magic witch and would always see the Dulmore's moves through her old enchanted diamond hand mirror.

"Oh, who are these pests sending this time?"

She said with her face glued to her hand mirror.

She is a very ethereal being with not just the best woman features, but also, the most rare coloured hair, silver with a slight but visible touch of ginger.

All white magic witches had silver hairs from Fore Kingdom. Just like the Targaryens. But hers with a touch of ginger, made her stand out amongst all of her kind.

Though, she was no longer in her young age, but you would hardly notice because she aged like fine wine. all white magic witches age once in a millennial.

Mother Queila is a lover of nature, gardens specifically, flowers precisely. So she was sent from the Fore Kingdom to look over all the trees in the moon and also to keep watch of the Lines Gate.

But she would always make her soldiers through white magic by turning the petals into human beings, females as their sex identifies to ward off Dulmore's dark angels.

When she found out that the Dulmore's grande master, Ichabod had sent yet again his son but this time, his second and last son.

She was thrown off balance because she wasn't familiar with his capabilities and what petal would suit him best.

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Mother Queila during one of her nursery petal cultivation sessions, found a new breed or what you would call, specie that folded from the outside instead of the inside like every other normal petal.

All her petals would always bloom, yellow in colour but then at a later stage, pink.

But this particular specie, which only had one of its kind yet, had red cherry colour in it's blooming stage and in it's later stage, white. She was scientifically excited at the miracle. She had the petal under serious experiment and was busy writing down every observation hoping to turn them into theory.

She also found out that this particular petal wouldn't mate with any of the pink coloured  male petals, it folds whenever she brings any of the male petals close to it obviously rejecting them. Another thrilling observation she made was how the petal illuminated at the darkest time of the night. The darker it gets the more luminous the petal gets. She believed the petal somehow got it's luminous intensity from the moon. So, she named it, Selene.

Wanting to know more about the strange petal, she decided to send it as a soldier to ward of Dulmore's last royal son, Lucian. She was ready to risk it all.

She created a portal as always and sent out the petal, hoping to get more facts and observations from it.

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Lucian opened his eyes, super hyperventilating as to where he was. Then he remembered being sent out of Dulmore through a portal by his father after much thinking. Oh, he remembered again, the mission to get the mysterious excalibar which his lunatic father believed would give him dominion over every other realm. He must be sick in the head.

Looking around him to take in his new environment, he found himself in a very big mansion with it's ceiling so up above, you would need a copter to get there, literally.

The king sized bed with white sheets on it were creeping under his skin. Lucian is obviously not a lover of white, he prefers black over every other colour.

The room was luxuriously decorated with furnitures so shiny, you could see yourself through them. Still looking around in awe as to how much every darn thing in the room could cost, he almost jumped out of his bed and probably out of his soul when a telephone rang continuously ontop of the night stand startling him.

What could that strange thing be?

He moved over to the side of the bed were the telephone was dancing vigorously and ringing, he took the telephone. Then a voice came from the other end, he was lucky he could understand English, he could have been the dumbest man alive. Placing the telephone on his ear,

"Good morning Sir Ichabod. It's a call from the Firm. You would be having board of executive meeting today, 10 am prompt."

He looked at the digital clock on the night stand and gave a sigh of relief, it was still 8 am. How important could the meeting be to be reminded of it by that early time? rubbing his temple tiredly he replied, clearing his throat.

"I will be there."

Then the call dropped and he reluctantly placed the telephone back on its server and fell on his back trying to regain some strength. It was a far travel, all the way from Dulmore. He was obviously, spent.

He was actually lucky, he could remember Lacian giving his first time experience narrative on how he landed on Earth in a broad daylight naked in the middle of nowhere, burnt.

He smiled to himself knowing there could only be one woman behind his princely deserving treatment and experience,

Superior Mother Megan. His beloved mother.

A loud knock made him jump yet again, this time out of the bed.

He wasn't expecting anybody of course, so why couldn't he have a whole five minutes to himself?

"Who the fuck is there?"

He said feeling very annoyed and irritated.

"It's room service my Lord."

Oh, yeah. Room service. He totally almost forgot, he is a business tycoon who lived in a big mansion with so many employed workers running around performing their duties. Oh, where is your manners Lucian? someone is waiting on you behind your locked giant of a door.

"Come in please."

Then two ladies came in, both in their professional attire. One dropped his well steamed suit on the bed while the other, placed a tray of food on the table in his room. He stood by the bed and watched them with a shallow expression.

When they were done, they gave a slight bow and left the room.

He wouldn't say he wasn't used to this life except of course, he lived alone without so many people around this time.

He went into the bathroom, took his bath and brushed his teeth, he used virtually everything he could set his eyes on, the floss, the shampoo, the face massage stick, the body organic wash, etc. He was having a good time exploring his bathroom he almost forgot he had an appointment.

Then he came out of the bathroom, fresh like an old wine.

He went to the table and had his light breakfast of fruits and cereals.

At first, he smelled the food not sure of how his body would react to it, then he took one into his mouth and closed his eyes savouring the sweetness and in the next minute, he had an empty plate. He realized how hungry he was, he actually wanted to call room service for another plate, but he didn't want to play Oliver Twist on his first day on earth. It wouldn't be nice.

So, he stood up and wore his suit and Italian loafers.

Standing infront of the 7 ft mirror,

Darn.

He was dripping classy. Doing his tie which he had never had the reason to wear in his life. He was actually surprised and awed on how perfectly his hands worked on the tie as he thought to himself,

*So, for three good times, this was what Lacian had enjoyed?

No wonder he never found the excalibar, he was definitely carried away.*

 Putting on his ice Rolex wrist watch that had been on the nightstand all the while and carrying his briefcase, he made downstairs as all his employees bowed before him each time he passed one or two. He couldn't help but feel like Ichabod who always had the dark angels in Dulmore bow before him. Power is life.

Getting to his car, he felt so lucky he had a driver.

He could have been sent back to Dulmore because of road accident, dead. Possibly.

The car is actually one of the best things he had seen that was screaming his name and life style. It was a black Maybach.

The colour was giving Lucian.

Then, they headed to the office.

Lucian was actually nervous because he never knew what awaited him in the firm.

It was going to be his first time, but the workers are not in the same time loop with him, so, to them, it's definitely not his first time. He is their normal day Boss, Ichabod Lucian.

It was too much of a happening in one day to take in, so to calm himself and his racing blood, he tapped his foot on the car floor creating a rhythm that helped with his mood.