The three of them were in utter astonishment when they saw the enemies were swarming again. They had no idea where they came from but now they seemed stronger than those that they fought with earlier. King Astius shoulders dropped. At the other end, he saw the Deep Caves and everyone struggling to defend it. The enemies were about to break in. "What the hell! They're like locusts!" Keir cursed under his breath. Suddenly, they heard screams coming from behind them, the main gate from the city of Noartias. As they turned around, they saw the remaining of their soldiers, the war veterans and majority of Eastian soldiers who were assigned to defend the city. They were rushing to the battlefield, ready to give their life for the sake of the world. And then, they joined them to launch an attack on the battleground. Weapons clashed hard against each other. Some tasted flesh, blood and bones. Blood were splattered everywhere, leaving a crimsom
After they ran away and the battlefield was almost emptied, Purple Smoke was furious when she saw Méah kneeling on the ground, frozen like a statue. She couldn't believe a simple trick could affect Méah. "Come, my dear." Purple Smoke walked in front of Méah. She bent down and held Méah's chin up. Black and purple veins appeared on her neck down to her arms. Then all of it crawled into Méah's chin down to her neck, spreading towards her back. Her injuries were healed and the arrows were burnt into ashes. Méah stood up straight. "Avenge yourself. Kill them all. Kill." Purple Smoke whispered to her ears. "But first, I want you to do something." Then, Méah suddenly disappeared in Purple Smoke's eyes. She was now off to do what she's told to do. Purple Smoke burst into a boisterous laughter. But she eventually stopped when a loud blow of horn was caught in her ears. Among all the four kingdoms, only one would use horn
"Useless!" Purple Smoke screamed in both fury and disappointment. She hated it when someone fails her and had a long history on it. To her anger, struck Méah with her palm on the chest. Méah flew a few yards away from where she stood. But she didn't complain. For Purple Smoke was her master and the only one who has the authority to do anything to her. She rolled on the ground for a couple times and spat out black blood. She was on knees but her face was still blank and didn't show any hint of pain. Purple Smoke faced Keir and the princess's body. Her vision quickly darkened. "Love. This is what love bring to people. What a pity. They're even willing to die because of it." She grinned. While she was feeling the moment of victory, she heard a swooshing blade coming from behind her. She quickly avoided it and saw Kalen. "Oh, another silly boy. But I like you already. You're braver than your brother." "I w
The golden rays of the sun broke out through the thick, dark clouds that were slowly dissipating away. The sun sat above the golden capped mountains in the west, about a few minutes before it would rest from a long day of work. The bright light vanished and the small crystal ball fell on Keir's chest. Then it slowly disappeared as soon as it touched his skin. Kalen was greeted by the silence of the world. The thick fog was cleared and the sky was full of hope. But for him, it wasn't the same sky anymore. It was the sky of new life and new beginnings. He looked around and everyone was lying on the ground. There was no trace of Purple Smoke. But he recognised Méah's figure lying ahead of him for half a mile away by her clothes and armour. However, as much as he wanted to check on them, he would have to chose his brother first who was lying right next to him. But judging on Keir's injuries, Kalen decided not to touch him. The arro
"Over here! The witch is here! Let's kill her!" shouted an old man, pointing to a girl who was thirstily drinking with her bare hands in a nearby lake. Upon hearing what he said, hundreds of angry people came running with axes and knives. The long robes of black and grey and the ancient beasts masks that they wore made her think about the stories of ghosts that her father used to tell her. But what terrified her the most was their will to avenge their loss unto her. She thought that the lives of her loved ones were enough to pay the price. But the truth is, they were just waiting for her to show up and kill her. After all, she was to blame why her family died. But the only thing she's sure of, the blame for the death of others, was not hers to take. "You unfortunate girl! It was you who brought the tragedy! You will pay for it!" a woman who seemed to be the leader of the group, interjected and pointed her knife to the prey. "Kill her!" she shouted and
"Your highness, Keir asked to see you," a bodyguard in his velvet armour politely said to Prince Zaeius. "Let him in," he answered while playing the tip of his hair and the bodyguard opened the door for Keir. "I told you! You shouldn't have took her in and I should've let her crawl on her own! She's crazy!" Keir bluntly said out loud as soon as he entered the prince's hall, clenching his fists. His voice echoed to the other end of the hall making multiple, fading mimics. The prince was confused at first by the way his forehead furrowed but then eventually realized what Keir meant. He stood on his seat and fixed the collar of his royal blue and golden yellow clothing. Its beads glittered upon the luminous light of the grandiose chandelier from above them, were made of th
The smell of the hot tea lingered inside Keir's throat. He felt like he didn't want to drink it anymore. He'd been like this whenever he encountered something that could trouble his mind. Overthinking and losing interest in everything, to name a few. Keir had been standing here in front of the room, stuck between knocking right away or thinking first before knocking. To be honest, he didn't have any idea on how to approach the prince. His pride had been brutally lowered on his own will. Now that he had changed his mind, it would totally cost it a total lose. Later, Keir just found himself knocking with his free hand. "Come in!" Prince Zaeius answered inside. Keir walked in with a tray of hot tea and teacups and rice cakes. He put it on the little table beside Méah's b
"Report!" a voice echoed throughout the royal hall. "Your majesty! The southern part of Belkoln Town is under attack! We need more men to defend it and its people." An exhausted soldier hurriedly came in. "Alright. I will send aid right away," King Astius answered without hesitation. "Yes, your majesty." The soldier bowed and left. The royal adviser beat the cup-sized bell with an iron rod. After it echoed everywhere, a sound of a ringing bell answered from afar. It came nearer and nearer. At last, a blue-eyed, black owl with a small bell hanging on its neck came in flying. It landed at the back of the caller's hand then left after a rolled piece of paper was put on its claws. Just as the king was about to leave