A gentle sea wind blew into the room, but it seemed to concentrate where Vera and the girl was. Vera’s eyes had turned yellow, and her hands were stretched out on the face of the unconscious girl.
Droplets of water came out from the girl’s body, suspending around Vera, like air bubbles. Ginika licked his lips, not knowing that he had been looking at the woman with a wide mouth. He had never seen any power like this before.
Even though the Three Kingdoms have healers that are water mage, he had not seen any of them perform this type of art before. This was so unique and awesome.
Ginika stared at Vera in fascination, and he was so focused on her that he did not notice his own ha
Her velvet cloths no longer wrapped her body and her dark hair, danced loosely with the gentle air of the sea.“It is not a massacre.” She shouted at someone outside, “It is a training for crying loud!” It was the first time Ginika saw her like this, angry. Someone was also yelling outside, but Ginika could not understand what he or she was saying.“Please do,” Vera said after the yelling voice stopped, “Cause the next time this happens, hell will rain its fire on whoever is responsible.”The hinge of the door shook when she finally stepped into the cabin and slamme
The procession was small now. The only people that were allowed into this part of the Pyre was the King’s most trusted men and family. The stones looked as if it could contain the entire people in the city, but as tradition forbade everyone from coming to see the King’s birth, so it also restricts them from coming in his death.The darkness cleared, and the stone lighted up with the light of many touches that hung on the wall.The men halt the procession, and Gilman, the King’s horn, walked up the stairs and stood over a pyre that had been built like a small canoe. He nodded to the four men, and they walked up to the stairs, placing the King’s body, into the Pyre.&l
Zita, as well as the Queen and Gilman, lifted their heads to the direction where the noise had emanated from. A dark shadow walked out from among the corner of the stones towards them. It held a small dagger on his hand, as identical to the ones that lined the black belt of his armor. “A gift and warning from the emperor,” Came the hoarse voice as he threw something on the floor. The object bounced on the floor like a ball and rolled towards them, sending some particle flying into the night.Zita frowned when she saw the strange features of the object. There was dry blood on the surface and dried flesh. It was clearly a severed head that was dried as if the blood was removed f
“Almost done, my Queen,” Margret respectfully replied as one of her heavy hands went into her apron, “We would serve it in a jiffy.” She assured with confidence. “Please, do, because I can’t remember the last time I ate,” The Queen said that turned Zita’s attention from the kitchen.Zita was glad when she heard the Queen’s words. She had not eaten a thing since the King’s burial four days ago. Even now, she was coming back to herself and was looking much younger and healthy. “My Queen,” Margret hesitantly called. “Yes, Margret? You ha
“I have a good teacher,” Zita smile.“Will you come with me?” The Queen suddenly asked. Zita’s eyes widened from her question, “I am not yet eighteen,” She replied, surprised. “You said you succumb to the rule of the common people?” Zita nodded, “You, mom, you taught me that to be a good and effective queen, that one has to place themselves under the authority of the commoners.”“You are wise, but I really want you to
“Princess Abigail Fagh?” a young man, about the same age as her, called out suddenly.He was neatly dressed in gold suits, with his sword strapped on his side like the Black Vesslers of the emperor.“My name is Philips Johnson Junior.” She gave him her hands, and he held them gently, planting a perfect kiss on the back of her wrist. An electric chill passed from his lips into her body, making her have goosebumps.“Your beauty is beyond measure,” Philips finally said as he stood up. His hair was sleek and nicely groomed to the side of his skull.“Please allow me the honor,&
Bola dropped the mug as the taste of the wine went down his throat. The liquor was strong, and it was the finest wine he could ever have asked for. He could hardly tell what it was made from, or mixed with, and the taste was just amazing. Nevertheless, he could not waste the opportunity to savor it. That was the only that he could do to not get his mind back to the children that he was supposed to save. Ginika was gone, and Dodo, well, that girl is more of a headache, than someone who should be saved. He couldn’t believe that she had pulled off with her plan, despite his warnings and threats. In fact, Bola had expected the Vesslers to reject her, but that girl seemed to know about
“I will be back,” He said to the bartender before Bola gulped the last wine. He then dropped an emperor’s bronze on the table, but the waitress was not looking when she picked up the money.Bola hurried towards the front door. The breeze of the night welcomed his face when he stepped out of the pub. The street was going dim from the shops which were already closing. He turned his head to the right, and there he caught a glimpse of the five men as they rounded another corner, away from the street.Adrenaline hurried Bola’s feet as he trotted towards the direction. His heart was thumping, and he could feel every part of his cell, asking him the one question he could n