Chapter 11
A satisfied smile broke into Camilla’s face as she looked at the scholars who are keenly engrossed on the models, she had allowed them to hold and examine it for themselves.
An old man with the brightest shade of the golden band approached her. His solemn face riddled with fine lines and wrinkles bearing the years of relentless learning.
“Your Royal Highness, I am Geron, the chief of scholars and one of the advisors of the emperor. I am very much interested in knowing how that machine works? I have traversed many cities but I’ve never seen anything like it.”
He was pointing at the microscope, it wasn’t anything like the ones they had on Earth. Camilla designed its structure with stones and steel and with only one lens and had them built by slaves skilled in crafts. She used the best glass stones she found in the castle, still the outcome wasn’t much as it barely resembles that of a 17th century Earth compound microscope to be con
Chapter 12 “What is wrong with you?” Prince Fazan questioned her as he wiped his hands with a towel. ‘How come it’s still beating?’ Camilla was perplexed when she lowered the salver with the animal’s gleaming ticker on it still cladded in viridescent grume; pulsing despite being weeded out from its owner. “You didn’t tell me I’d have to play servant.” When he said she wanted her to accept his catch, she came running just to be in attendance—not to accompany him while he eviscerates the heart of the poor thing, even though all she did was to display his harvest. “Assistant.” He corrected. “Same thing.” She whispered to herself.“That is how a lady receives a hunter’s yield, as it had been for centuries. What kind of Devian royalty doesn’t even know her own traditions?” “The kind that doesn’t treat tradition as a sport, Your Imperial Highness.” She says begrudgingly as the elders returned and took the tray fro
The sun had settled in warmly on its nest, when a knock was heard on Camilla’s door step whilst she was soaking in the hot tub. She appreciated how thoughtful her maids were, they had used her favorite lavender scented oil. It always helped calm her senses and made her feel rejuvenated. “Come in!” she called out and her maid Nala appeared in the room. “Your Highness, here’s the list you’ve asked for.” “Well done, thank you.” “No one’s guarding your door tonight, your highness?” Nala says concerned, as she placed the thin sheet of paper inside a desk drawer. “Oh I dismissed them. The others kept annoying me thinking it was some kind of special treatment, I don’t want to give them further reason to hate on me.” “But Your Highness…” “I’ll be fine there are guards nearby. Besides, the man’s locked up already. So don’t you worry.” She gave Nala a carefree smile to which she returned with a curt nod. Her maid left after fixing
Dawn arrived and the great hall buzzed early in preparation for the Imperial’s meeting. The servants cleaned the area thoroughly and had the green curtains removed and changed to gold and Tyrian purple. The ornaments were replaced with blue breeze flowers and azure plants. Only Imperials and Royals are allowed to have these colors in their homes, as it represents wealth and power. Princess Laryn had never worn anything other than these colors. They had known the princess to be finical in every way from her rare but dreadful visits. She had even brought her bed once, beating slaves to carry it on foot. They had the arrangement and food all according to her preferences. Everyone present is more concerned about offending the young princess than their emperor, who on the other hand is tolerant and easy to please. That morning, Princess Laryn came earlier than the appointed time. This had caused panic in the kitchen below as they make haste. She was escorted by a large number of maids and
"This is the final boarding call for passenger Camilla Alfaro booked on flight SA073 to Orlando City. Please proceed to gate 2 immediately. The final checks are being completed and the captain will order for the doors of the aircraft to close in approximately seven minutes. I repeat. This is the final boarding call for Camilla Alfaro. Thank you." She was on her toes the moment she heard the call. Camilla was dozing off on a corner when the pre-boarding announcement aired and she missed it. She was finally roused when her name was announced. She mumbled an apology to the staff awaiting her at the gates. She then headed to join the others on the shuttle and apologized politely to the other passengers. It was her first time flying and alone at that, she kept scolding herself in her head for not being alert. What if she hadn't woken up and the plane had taken off? It would have been another exhausting hour of waiting. Not to mention the extra charges for rescheduling. She'd be in rags by
48 million miles from Planet Earth… White lights blinded Camilla's vision, as her body seized up to a harrowing intensity. Shrieks can be heard throughout the cabin growing louder by the second.She felt her skin burning from the overpowering heat, and when she thought she couldn't tolerate it anymore, like a firework, the plane exploded and its remains dispersed into space. Camilla couldn't believe her eyes everyone had turned into shadow-like creatures, barely shaping their human form. In a flash, she was sucked into a seemingly bottomless pit resembling that of an animal’s gut—as though she had been devoured by a huge monster. She had been falling for quite some time as darkness surrounded her, and even a faint light gave her relief when she saw an opening below. When she landed on her bottom with a thud, all feelings and emotions came flooding back to her senses as she laid down on the ground. Her clothes have been destroyed by the explosion while her flesh, blood, and bones had
After 15 Devian years, Camilla had built a solid reputation in the small town where she lived. It didn't take her long to learn their language, which sounded Arabic to her ears, and their way of life is very similar to some she knew back on Earth. She had a rough start learning, but she excelled in them by the end.The community let her stay for as long as she wanted, they helped her generously, and they built her a hut and weaved clothes for her. Food was plentiful and never seemed to run out. In return, she made it her job during the day to assist the community. While their parents are at work out in the fields or the sea, she could clean, babysit, and teach the children. She then continues her studies at night. She may be intelligent, but learning a completely different culture takes time. She had immersed herself in studying their politics, culture, science, history, and geography from the town hall which also serves as a library. Though limited, the slave towns in each kingdom's
Princess Thalyn gazed at Camilla, who was laying on the bed, and noticed how different she was from her. Her ears are strangely shaped like half the sun, her deep tone of beige skin matches the desert sand, and her hair is as black as coal—she looked amazing in her eyes.She couldn’t stand her growing curiosity any longer and raised her arm towards her. Her hand landed on the woman’s forehead brushing down to her hair and moving to her left ear. Her gestures stirred the woman from her sleep. It startled her when her lids lifted and found herself staring at her brown orbs. She was tongue-tied. Camilla opened her eyes when she felt a hand on her face. She fixed her gaze on a strange woman with a doll-like face. Even though she appeared fragile and had an almost bleached color to her light gray complexion, she was nonetheless quite attractive. She can never get used to how good-looking these people are. All musing left her when she remembered how she had been abducted. She quickly rose f
Movako, Land of Gold Crown Prince Fazan Acheus Movako, raised his sword towards the sky as the thundering roar of the crowd was heard throughout the arena, his opponent lying on the ground writhing in pain. The Imperial Prince bestowed with formidable strength is unrivaled in combat. Known for his intelligence, fearlessness, and unrelenting nature—a born leader revered by all. The citizens of Movako regard him as the perfect prince. But only a few were aware of his tyrannical nature and ruthlessness. He threw down his sword and walked off the field, the mob cheering him on. “You’re Majesty,” his advisor greeted and ushered him inside his quarters “the Emperor has demanded your presence in the royal court.” The prince simpered as he ordered his servants to prepare his bath and went off for the meeting. The current Emperor, Mohart Thaddeus Movako sits impatiently waiting for his son. He couldn’t stand the deafening silence any longer and shouted for his valet; at the same time, Prin