The radiance from the luxurious chandeliers resembled of great elegance fit for royals; queued with delicate distance in the middle of the vast ornamental plaster ceiling which came in red velvet color while the carved floral designs were highlighted with different shades of peach.
The torches sprouting on each of eight enormous marble pillars contributed an amazing glow, perfectly blending the existing radiance. Below the torches, there were swords hanged around each pillars for emergency purposes. They sparkled at the fire swaying to and fro coming from the torches.
Of course, the kingdom's signature lily lanterns were present, too; aligned around each four corners of the ceiling but were made in a more glamorous way.
However, this festive ambiance above was nothing compared to the lingering heavy atmosphere on the occupied seats below. 
Those who were in the front line stormed to attack first. But the giant serpent just ignored their blows even if they had given it all of their strength. Its sharp eyes were eyeing the vulnerable king. Instead, it only made the monster furious for blocking its way to the prey. With one mighty swing on its head, bodies flew at a great distance in the air, landing themselves brutally on the pillars and walls, bones torn into pieces with their pale skin and mouth sprayed with hot crimson liquid. Even the stone seats were pulverized into tiny bricks. "Its here for the king! Quick! Get his majesty out of here!" Doctor Bai ordered the court maidens along with the four soldiers and two most skilled elders to escort the king through the exit door. Once the monster heard this, it slithered swiftly towards the king who was now escorted to escape. In a snap, the precious t
"Ya, old scum! Someone's here to see ya!" Gurr, the head of jail guards came in with two other men dressed in faded grey vests and old combat boots which resembled a lower position than him each man carried a torch to light the dark tunnel through the jail. Gurr was referring to the newly admitted prisoner who was now curled in an unsettling sleep inside the cell on a bare, dirty and hard ground. It was Mon. But Mon didn't hear anything as he was drowning himself in a deep sleep. He had a rough day yesterday that even the freezing temperature of the jail didn't bother him. And what prize would it bring him to stay awake? All he could see were dark boring walls of the cave between the small gaps of the cold iron bars that had taken away his right of freedom. And the groans of pain and hunger from his fe
There was a moment of silence inside the place as the bright light of flames danced gently to its own burning, serene rhythm. Ado's Adam's apple bobbed up and down as his eyes were filled with uneasiness, anxiously shifting from direction to direction. Obviously, trying to avoid Mon's scrutinizing gaze probably trying to guess what Ado was going to reveal. It took Aso a couple of deep breaths before he heard his own voice vibrating inside his throat out of his mouth. "I failed you, Mon. I betrayed you. I don't wish to be forgiven by you; I know I don't deserve it but I really am sorry. I've been haunted by my guilty conscience ever since... ever since the king had asked me to do it." Ado's head hung down, low and heavy with guilt. Ado had been expecting to be slapped with words of anger,
The sun had risen at its highest peak as the giant ball of fire itself in the floating middle of the vast, clear blue sky. Everyone had taken shelter under the roofs of their homes to avoid being fried without oil under the sizzling temperature outside. However, the hardworking farmers who bathed on their own sweats only had the guts to battle the intense heat. Some were plowing their fields. Some were mourning about their crops' curling leaves as their usual green color slowly turned into hopeless brown. But no matter how strikingly bright and hellishly burning outside, the jail remained eternally dark and incomparably freezing. It was like the jail was made of snow. Mon couldn't take his eyes off the gloomy face of the other prisoners behind him, clinging their pitiful hands unto the cold iron bars of the jail. Their faces were painted with hopelessness and
The awaited day has come. As the sand in the hourglass started pouring down, a huge crowd poured inside the great arena, suiting themselves wherever they want just to have a perfect view on the trial ground. Almost everyone in the kingdom were there to witness a gruesome punishment for a simple mistake that shouldn't have come at this point. A simple mistake that shouldn't take on a punishment as heavy as treason, rebellion or murder. But in a snap, the rules of the king had changed. Where as long as someone violates his rules, where a crime is that serious or not, a fair punishment should be applied. A fair punishment in the eyes of law but an unfair one in the eyes of the public. The people were still in great awe of this sudden change and couldn't fathom that the king h
As Prince Zaeius wept, something fell in front of him. It was a tiny key chain carved in a black jade stone in the form of an owl of which interestingly resembled like Gowl. There was a pair of glowing blue eyes and a tiny bell on its neck. He gently picked it up and traced his trembling fingers on its finely carved details. Even though Mon left without saying anything, Prince Zaeius assumed that maybe Mon gave this to him so he would always remember him. But with or without this, Prince Zaeius won't ever forget him. "Ah! My rebellious son has returned!" The king furiously said. His ears were red,brows furrowed of anger and disappointment. Prince Zaeius brought his gaze up upon hearing this. Those words were no more surprising to him. He had been used to it ever since. But, however, what surprised was the hideous creature s
Ever since what happened on Mon's 'execution', even though no one remembered a thing, Doctor Bai had asked the king to stop any form of literature in the kingdom. From books to tiny strips of paper as long as it contains a letter or two were burned down to ashes, allowing to legalize it only for the castle's own use. "My books! Please don't do this to my store, sire!" cried an old woman to a soldier who was gathering all the books that she was selling in an open area, preparing to get them burned. She was doing her best to stop them from ransacking her store. "No, sire! Please! I feed my family through this!" "We're just doing what we're told to do, ma'am." Although the soldiers' faces showed how much they're against on the king's order, they can't do anything abou
"Your highness, where are we going?" asked the story teller, almost in a whisper as he leaned closer to the prince. The rest of the soldiers were getting ready to ride on their horses back to the palace. Prince Zaeius just hissed at him, giving a meaningful look or else he might accidentally gave out his identity without him realizing. "Do you think you'll live if someone might find out?" 'Isn't it obvious that I'm bringing him to the castle? This guy must really have a death wish.' It's better that he took the story teller with him. Who knows someone from his troops might betray him? At least if that happens, no one would have the guts to threaten the story teller's life. "But I'm not used to riding hor