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The Raging Diamond 12
This wasn't the first time her birthday went so bloody. Atarah remembered her 14th birthday when her uncle had sent her to her first mission. It was to hunt a serial killer who had been kidnapping baby boys and eating their livers. She had found the man hunched over a fire, eating raw liver out of a dead baby boy. Atarah had vomited first at the brutal sight, and she wished for her parents to be there with her, to cover her eyes, and sing her back to sleep, saying it was all a dream. But she wasn't a 10-year-old anymore, so Atarah took a breath and took out her new sword. The man had watched her every move and then grinned. The blood dripped from his mouth, and his teeth were covered in little chunks of meat. He made a gurgling sound, as if calling her close to him. But Atarah knew best. She raised her sword just as the man stood up and brought it down, cutting his wrist off. The man screamed in agony; he ran forward, making those gurgling sound, and Atarah noticed he had no tongue.
The Raging Diamond 13
Margeret was right, Delroy was punctual and Atarah was late 15 minutes, her hair dripping wet as she had slipped on whatever she could find first thing. “I apologize for my late arrival. Let’s begin.” She said once she entered the hall, huffing. Delroy gave a nod and then began the meeting. They had started off with the taxes and construction, which made her zone out 5 minutes into the meeting. “Your highness, do you agree?” Atarah rubbed her eyes and looked at the staring eyes of the four men. Agree? To what? She thought, she didn't want to look like a fool just before coronation, “Yes, I agree.” she smiled. Delroy’s eyes lit up with her agreement as he said, “well then, there will be a ball on the coronation weekend.” “Uh.” Atarah nodded with agreement. She had no idea what the ball will be for, most probably to gain favours with the allies. “And what do you think of Prince Jaswer of Hargon.” she really wanted to squeeze the life out of Delroy, who the fuck was that? Atarah quickl
The Raging Diamond 1.
Lands of Gliala: Atarah was geared for war. The sunlight struck harshly against her golden armor, blinding anyone standing beside her. That’s why she stood alone, in front, on top of her Akhal-Teke. Bearing the black rifle on her back and two blades on her belt. She donned on the red cape, embroidered with the Royal seal. A curved sword between two diamonds. Her army was positioned on the hill overlooking the vast war-torn land of Gliala. Once a thriving city of farmers, but when the Lura ravaged the land, bringing chaos, the city became ashes. “We have word that the army is closing in.” General Jasper walked up to her. “They are quite brave,” Atarah smirked, knowing what was coming for the enemy. “Place the snipers, block the exits. How is the air force coming?” She was looking straight ahead, at the notches, as if waiting for a long-loved one. Her dark brown hair was tied up in a messy bun, strands of curls stopped under her ears. “Everything is in place, your highness.” Jasper
The Raging Diamond 2.
Kingdom of Sargas, The Royal Palace;A wine goblet almost smacked Atarah on the forehead. She ducked in time as it smashed against the glass door behind her. “Henry, control your liquor.” She yelled towards the table on the far right, just a foot away from the throne. Atarah walked down the aisle, her hair a tangled mess and her face covered in mud. The red cape was back in its place, as her rifle was nowhere to be seen. She stopped before the diamond steps leading to the throne and went on her knee. “Your Majesty,” she said, looking at the floor.A middle-aged man, with a diamond crusted gold crown on his bald head, occupied the grand chair. He was holding a goblet in his hand and stood up when Atarah bowed to him. “Quiet down everyone.” He yelled in the hall, his cracked voice reaching every corner of the walls. Atarah straightened up and felt the room suddenly turning over. It was quiet, all eyes on her, all ears on the king. “Today, we sow our sorrows in the lands of Gliala. Today
The Raging Diamond 3.
It was Elaxai who bandaged her after every battle, a short beautiful Elvi, with blond hair reaching her knees. “You were careful this time, your highness.” She said, wiping the crusted blood on the wound. Atarah flinched and bit her lips. “He stabbed me.” Elaxai smiled, and her pupils changed color. “I'm glad my pain makes you happy.” Atarah gripped the bedsheets when Elaxai placed her palm on the wound, and a rush of heat followed it. She was using magic. “Oh no, your highness. I just assumed your meeting went well with Prince Dragomir.” She looked Atarah in the eyes, her expression worried.“He stabbed me,” Atarah said, eyeing her shoulder. The Elvi removed her palm and got up. “All done. Get some sleep. You have to give a speech at the memorial tomorrow.” Elaxai lit up some honey-scented candles in her room and left, closing the door behind her, giving Atarah the peace and privacy she wished for. ^^^^^^^^^^^^It was past midn
The Raging Diamond 4.
Given her relationship with the King, Margaret thought the princess would crumble to the ground and weep. The woman was ready to handle the broken heir. She was already clutching on the napkin in her left hand, waiting for the tears, but Atarah shocked her by pulling out her blade, lightning fast, and held it up to her throat. “Where are the soldiers?” Her voice was calm, and it scared Margeret to even come up with the thought that the brave warrior had her uncle murdered. “On the way,” she stuttered. Atarah threw the blade on her bed and sat on the edge, looking at the carpet. Margaret didn't know what to do. Should she console her? Should she question her? What was the princess feeling? It was hard to understand her expression. “Your highness, the soldiers will take you to the throne room, for your safety.” Margaret whispered. She was afraid the princess would throw a blade at her anytime, and she would meet the same fate as her King. But thankfully Atarah didn't flinch from her po
The Raging Diamond 5.
Orantal, the capital of Sargas was alive at 1 am. The streets were filled with people walking in crowds, holding electric candles, and singing the funeral song. Atarah had sung herself in many funerals, but she had never witnessed the song reach her heart when sung by a thousand. She stopped running and stood on the dark rooftop watching her people grieve their beloved King. Something stung in her heart and in her nose. She tried to hold it in, but it was no use, and she released the emotions she was burying deep. Sure, the king was more like a fool than a father, but he did bring her up with love and affection. Taught her to protect herself because she couldn't trust the court, taught her to become the best of the best, so that when the time comes, it will be the people who fear her, and not the other way around. But most of all he was the only one besides Astara, whom she could joke about Delroy.Atarah sniffed. Dammit, she thought, wiping the tears with her sleeves. Why did they ha
The Raging Diamond 6.
Luckily, the docks were not as busy as she had thought. Though it was 1am, the time when ships docked and cargo were unloaded. There were only a few ships docked and left unattended at the port. Atarah had her hood up. The blackout helped her face hidden from the few people who were already there. She spotted the white long ship with Antares’s flag on the head of it and walked towards it. There were four men attending the ship, their faces gloomy and empty bottles of whiskey kept neatly aside on the deck. Atarah stomped her feet on the deck, making as much noise as she could to wake them up. One man looked at the stranger, making a noise at 1 am. He put down the box and walked towards her. “Can i help you?” His voice was slurry. Atarah didn't take off her hood. “how much for Antares?” The stranger blinked his eyes twice and slapped himself awake. He yelled, “3000SAR” “When will the ship leave?”“When everyone is aboard.”“How much time?” “You running from something?” Atarah looked
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