"You ruthless murderer! You have to kill me first before I give you the key!" King Astius stormed to attack the woman.
The woman just dodged the king's attacks flawlessly as if she can see through the king and knew his every move and didn't attack him. Wearing the same cunning smile, she looked as if she's enjoying herself with what was happening. Instead, her eyes turned teasingly soft, touching the king's face lightly or tracing the king's strong arms when the king would slack off on his moves; she was just grabbing the chance to make fun of him despite his fuming anger and to make him pissed even more. But while in the middle of the furious fight, King Astius suddenly realized something. 'She possessed wicked powers and she wanted to have the key to the royal graveyard, could it be that she's really the heir of destruction and the immortality bracelet was in the royal graveyard?' "Why don'King Astius was pacing back and forth in front of his throne. He had been doing this the whole night until the darkness of the sky was replaced with a pale light. The incident happened too soon. But who would've thought that it was planned very well? The royal hall was filled with ruckus. Dead soldiers were set aside on the left side of the royal hall with their grieving families and relatives. On the right side were the wounded ones, having treatments and comforted with their loved ones. "Your majesty, they have successfully broken through all of the mechanisms," the soldier which was the one who came with Keir reported to the king. The king sent him to spy on the purple smoke woman. A deep breath escaped the king's mouth. One of the reason why he didn't hesitate to surrender the key was that the key can't be used to stop all of the mechanism. There's still a hidden mechanism that can't be opened with the
"My lady, now that the immortality bracelet is in our hands, I don't think we can awaken the sixteen beads on it as soon as possible. We were both wounded and weakened," the master of the Northern Coast, Ariah, valley laid pitifully on the feet of Purple Smoke, there was a streak of blackish blood on one corner of her pale mouth. Purple Smoke used her to trigger the mechanisms inside the royal graveyard. How unlucky she would be if she didn't give all her best to avoid those poisoned arrows! But she couldn't even consider herself lucky, one light, scratch from those is dreadful enough to claim her life within just three days. Now she felt hopeless. She thought maybe it's her fate to die in useless. Purple Smoke was now sitting on the seat which was supposed to be hers, proudly with her chin held high. Right after they arrived from their quest to find the immortality bracelet, Purple Smoke shamelessly took her seat and she couldn't
The moonless night was silent and serene. The stars were twinkling above the vast darkness of the sky. There were no other visible light in the darkness except for the burning bonfires dancing on the calm blow of the night's breeze. King Astius and his men together with the senior trainee soldiers were resting inside their tents in the middle of the plains on the foot of Green Cone Mountain. Well, except for those who were on the night watch.The journey down the rocky trails of the mountain made them and their horses exhausted so they decided to rest for the night and continue their way back to Noartias which was half a thousand miles away. As the night went late, the night watch soldiers also felt their need to sleep but it was their duty so they have no choice but to stay on their post. They wouldn't want to embarrass themselves especially that the king was with them tonight. "Man, my bladder's about to burst. I really nee
"I told you I'm not your enemy, your majesty," the dark cloaked thief mumbled as she fell to the dusty ground, gripping the wounded part with the broken half of the sword on it. King Astius firm belief was troubled. He was stunned for a moment. If this is just a show, why would she save him? 'Well, what if they're just doing it to make their show realistic?' the other side of his brain argued. Méah quickly fell after her, aiming to kill her on her vulnerable state. She quickly took her sword and directed it to Méah. However, she suddenly felt weak. She could feel the coldness of the night consuming her whole body as she loses the rosy pink glow of her face. Her grip on the the sword's hilt loosened as her vision doubled. She hopelessly watched the sword fell out of her grasp. Méah's broken sword glimmered before her eyes, eager to claim her life. She was about to close her eyes when the glimmer
Soartias is a prosperous and unrivaled kingdom of the south. It is surrounded by massive mountains, which made it hard for bandits, thieves and anyone with bad intention to enter easily. The City of Kelf is where the stunning and jaw-dropping palace stood proudly in the middle of the plains of Saortias. However, it is ruled by cruelty and greed for money and power. King Marcellus is indeed a great king but not until her wife died and he was completely consumed by his ambitions, forgetting humanity and kindness to his people. Asking excess taxes to everyone–rich or indigent, and constructing laws that didn't only keep every person under his control but also reducing their choices and rights to live accordingly–are the most evident of his cruelty, for the reason that he have to invest more for the kingdom's defense and weapons, thus, collecting almost every penny to do those who can give and to discipline his people. King Marcellus isn't on
There was a dead silence for a moment which lingered the temperate atmosphere. It is almost noon but the weather is neither hot nor cold. The sun was supposed to scorching at this hour but the not-so-thick, grayish clouds concealed it just enough to prevent a prevent a person from perspiring a lot. While the lukewarm breeze brushed across their troubled faces, the nearby trees made their dance to its gentle caress on their branches, detaching a few golden brown leaves. "What have you done, your highness! Reckless as ever!" King Marcellus was thrilled with his anger. But Prince Anouk just laughed at him in disgust and asked him innocently, "Why? Aren't we supposed to kill every enemy who dared to step on our land? And besides, what's so special about this miserable old git?" While they were engaged with such conversation, Doctor Bai broke into a wicked laughter. They were stupefied for a second as they breathe out
The grayish clouds from up above had vanished slowly, releasing the restrained, scorching brilliance of the giant ball of fire. Doctor Bai drove the horse faster as soon as he climbed on its back. He could see the views from afar dancing briskly like they're flaming due to the humid weather. Despite this burning hell, he still managed to spot something running ahead of him. Although it was too little to see what is it, he knew it was the King Marcellus riding on his horse. He yelled at his horse to run even faster than before. He managed to close the gap between his prey. As he drew nearer and nearer, it was only then he noticed that the one he followed was just a horse and a sack of hay on his back of which the king's silver armour was wrapped around it, making it look more like the king. But he's sure this horse belongs to one of the king's men by the armour it wore on it's back and forehead. He's being fooled
It didn't take much time for Doctor Bai to barge into the palace. With the help of the scent of blood, he successfully found King Marcellus' lair. After making the thick wooden door of the king's chamber explode into tiny pieces with just an easy blow of a single leg, everyone in the room became alerted. He didn't expect that the room was too spacious and wide and luxurious, accomodating almost two hundred soldiers. It is no doubt that King Marcellus had been expecting him to come. These armed soldiers quickly surrounded him. Their hands trembled uncontrollably the moment they saw his glowing eyes, that their throats dried out from intense nervousness but not even taking several gulps could take it away. From that alone, they already knew that he was no human anymore. King Marcellus had warned them about this but they still had doubts whether it's true or not because there is a saying that 'to see is to believe'. Nowadays, news about