The three kingdoms were unknowingly bloodline related. Except the relation between King Julian and Lady Hilda, they were cousin, his mother was the younger sister of her father. Aside from that, they were clueless that they were actually related from the great grandparents of their great grandparents. After the land was become one solid and safe place for witches and non-witches, it led by one person. He didn’t call himself as king or some other title that sounded the same. He was the richest person across the land, kind-hearted, and help a lot. Time had passed and generations changed. The successors couldn’t maintain the land’s unity. Sometimes greediness and selfishness took over made family forgotten. The founder had long gone along with his wisdom, made them more and more forget about their root. Each of them claimed that as a witch, they were powerful enough to protect the land and deserve to rule. Then ego won. They separated the land into as many of th

Mago stood as soon as he saw Deandra walked out from the open door. He approached her, she smiled. “Why are you alone? Where’s the king and his friend?” “They need to see another king and Lady Hilda told me to wait, here, with you. Where’s Pipi?” They started to walked aimlessly. “I don’t know, she said she wanted to look around the area.” Mago halted his pace. “So, the woman in green coat is Lady Hilda?” “Yes. You know her?” “No, but I heard many things about her.” Deandra stopped, she put her hand on the wooden fence. They wandered to the different path. “What did you hear?” “They used to hold annual ball among three kingdoms, before the unmelt snow covered the land. When king Julian hosting the ball, I like to sneak and hide in the shadow, looking for food, and sometimes people went to the garden for fresh air, women often talked about the king and how he only dance with the lady.” “That’s maybe because she i

Quarter hour had passed, Sebastian was peeping through the narrow gap in the door. He saw Julian and Hilda moved gracefully. They needed to wait for those dark creatures to leave the room and make sure that the room completely free from them before they went out of the passage to find where King Armand and the rest member of the castle were, while Sebastian tasked to guard the door. They were at King Armand’s study. The room was nothing like it used to before, it was in a huge mess. Chill air blew from the broken glass wall, made Hilda tightened up her coat. They took careful step towards the door. avoiding blood stain on the floor. Julian gestured to Hilda. His hand was on the door knob. Hilda nodded at him. she was leaning on the wall beside the door. Her eyes fixed at the blood, she prayed inside that no one was badly hurt. She stepped outside the room with her light feet. “Come.” She whispered to Julian. Then both of them walked along the aisle as

The sun radiated its mid-day shine very bright. Making the gush of half-way to the end of summer blew blazing hot wind. Lucas borrowed Mrs. Lety’s carriage. The carriage was as old as him, but with a regular great maintain made it serves its purpose as good as new. He opened the carriage door before the coach could do. He was impatient. He wanted to see the elder badly. Striding with his long legs, he made his way through the main hall. The hall was empty. Nobody was in sight. He had nobody to ask which way the direction to the elder. His spirit dropped instantly. What on earth that am I supposed to do now? He frustrated inside. Turning half way towards the front door, he heard foot-steps. About three people, he noted inwardly. Then a deep and familiar voice called his name. Lucas spontaneously turn back to his previous position, he saw Nieal and Roman and also a scholar that he didn’t familiar with. He was not surprise to see Nieal and Roman in the Scholar-D

Admiring many kinds of loaves and breads in front of its shop, Irina tried to decide which loaf she wanted to buy since everything looked delicious in her eyes. She already bought a bottle of milk from the previous shop, it stayed safely in her bag next to a little bottle of wine that she secretly put in without Marthe knowing it. When Marthe unpredicted action, she left the kitchen untidy and unclean to follow Irina, made the later baffle. She didn’t want to be followed. In her mind, she deserved solitude and alone time before another hard training with her father. “Going somewhere?” Asked Irina when Marthe stumbling from the kitchen to the living room after Irina before she could walk outside. Marthe smiled. “Give you company, Miss.” “Ah… Marthe, I’m sorry. You don’t have to follow me today, just stay home, alright?” Irina paused a second. “I want to be alone and focus.” She showed her the books in her arm. “Besides, you heard my father giving me pe