After running for a long time and passing through mountains, forests and rivers, Princess Jiyanah and Méah finally arrived near the border of Eastias. Méah helped Princess Jiyanah all the way. Even though Princess Jiyanah wanted to talk to Méah, she didn't have the strength to do so since what she wanted to talk about was something that could possibly break her heart even more. But now that they're on a safe place, resting under an old oak tree for a while, Princess Jiyanah decided to clear the confusion that has been triggering her throughout the whole journey. "May I know your name?" Princess Jiyanah started, staring at the same direction where Méah was facing at. Méah didn't look at her. A part of her was relieved one of them decided to break the wall of silence between them. She thought maybe Princess Jiyanah just didn't want to talk because she's exhausted from her injury and mainly because they're strangers in the first place. Though they had talked back in the prison a few ti
"What's wrong?" Princess Jiyanah came back for her when she noticed she's not moving on her spot anymore. Méah was startled. She didn't know what or how to tell her. Her eyes were shifting from the soldiers ahead carrying sharp weapons to Princess Jiyanah's confused face. She gulped at the sparkling edges and lengths of the swords under the shining midday sun upon the movements of the soldiers carrying them. Since there were a lot of people lining up to get themselves checked and their belongings before entering the gate, the two of them didn't catch the soldiers attention. They must be evacuating to Eastias because of the impending war. It was a lucky that Eastias still offered them a place to stay amid the chaos. "Ah, you're finally here. I think I need to go back now. I'm sorry if I forgot to tell you that I was just accompanying you to get home since you're injured. But it doesn't mean that I will be going with you inside
As the Eastian soldiers were amused at Méah, their faces changed into a sudden shock upon witnessing her fell to the ground with blodd dripping out of her mouth. Their mouth hanged open. However, when they looked behind her, they became even more shocked. The general of Eastias and the right hand man of King Ambrose just arrived with more soldiers following behind him. He was holding a bow. Everyone already knew who did it to Méah. "General Jud!" The Eastians called him as they payed respect to him, though they were still aiming their swords at the enemies and some of them were watching over Prince Anouk. Prince Anouk and his men have no choice but to surrender as they were now outnumbered. "Bring them to the prison!" General Jud ordered the soldiers. His chin held high, proud of the fact that he was the one who captured to of the most loathed personalities in the world. "But that murderer, throw her at the dungeon!" "Yes, general!" They all obeyed in chorus, quickly disarmin
The mid-day sun shone brightly in the clear, blue sky, scorching hot as ever. White, small, fluffy clouds gathered atop the barren mountains ahead. Between the gap of the valley's bare surface, the whole world seemed to dance in a wave as the burning temperature gave off a fierce and fiery blast. Ferlah and Kalen's figure crawled underneath this unseen, cruel heat tracing the path in the middle of the surrounding mountains. Their mouth has run dry but their sweat unceasingly poke out of their skin's pores. It was only half an hour since they entered the place but it seemed forever already. They haven't even reached half of the length of the path through here and their legs began to give out. Injured and exhausted, it only made the journey even harder for them. But there's no time for them to take a rest. They have to keep moving forward. With no words spoken, it was like they're both invisible creatures amidst the barren land. Only their struggling breaths and footsteps could be he
"Stop! Don't shoot her!" Someone shouted from behind the flock of soldiers. The soldiers automatically lowered their weapons on Ferlah except on Kalen's and made way for the person. Kalen's face was scrunched in fright and disbelief. His eyes were being watchful on the weapons pointed at him and the soldiers. "Hey! Wait! Why are you still aiming at me? I am with her! This is so unfair!" Kalen complained bitterly but there was a hint of horror on his expression. Unfortunately, no one even listened and he just continued tasting the bitterness of being ignored despite how frightened and worried he was. "Ferlah," the person called Ferlah once he arrived in front of her. "Did you find anything?" It was Ado. At this crucial times, even thought he haven't gone into a proper training about military affairs, King Astius had entrusted him a troop. But King Astius didn't look at this. Instead, he was pointing out Ado's potentials and ability to lead since Ado had shown him great improvement
Ado's strength left him. It was like the whole world just dropped on his shoulders. He was frozen on his feet he watched every Eastians slained in front of him. Their screams filled his head as though it was trying to destroy his hearing sense, coiling throughout every single nerve endings inside. Petrified and drowned with self-blame, Ado couldn't move a muscle a muscle anymore. He couldn't accept that within just a blink of an eye, his troop ended up like this. While he was in this state, he suddenly felt a strong force pushing him sideways. As a result, he painfully dropped on the barren ground, making the mixture of dust and sand spewed on impact, surrounding him. He also heard a loud thud beside him but he didn't care to look at it as the tingling pain drilled onto the bones of his ankle. Before he could recover from the fall, he was tossed again following a purple glowing light that was coming towards them. This time, felt a strong arm pinning him
"Here we meet again, King Astius! And what a surprise to see that you've brought friend to fight with side by side." King Marcellus chuckled when he finally got to face King Astius. His knuckles cracked as he tightened his hands into fists. Unknown to everyone, he was already preparing from the inside. King Astius and King Ambrose stopped for a second when they heard King Marcellus. Both were surprised to see him as it was only a second when they saw him at the other end of the battlefield. It was like he just teleported on his way towards them. But more horror struck them seeing there were barely soldiers from both sides that were still breathing to fight for their desired victory. King Astius looked at King Marcellus' cunning, evil face and was immediately filled with overwhelming fury. The way he stood proudly and victoriously seemed like he wanted them to surrender, like the battle has ended and he was the only one alive, standing in front of his
Without warning, King Ambrose was already lifted into the air. A loud cackle left King Marcellus' mouth, enjoying the struggle of his miserable victim. "How was it, my friend?" he asked the struggling King Ambrose. His eyebrows raised in pure mockery as he tried to calm himself from what he's doing. "Let go of my daughter!" King Ambrose instead said selflessly as his feet kicked in the air. His nostrils flared every moment he gasped for a huge amount of air to fill his exhausting lungs. One of his hand was holding the whip around his neck, trying to escape from it or at least loosen it for a bit. His other hand that was holding the sword didn't stop swooshing in the air as he attempted to cut of the whip. Hearing his selfless words, King Marcellus' face quickly turned expressionless. His eyes blinked for a couple of times. A line appeared between his brows as though he was between in an utter surprise and confusion. Slowly, the co