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

          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

"Your highness, it's you." Once Ferlah opened her eyes, they were greeted with Prince Zaeius' worried eyes. "Where am I?" Prince Zaeius just nodded. His arms were crossed on his chest while standing beside her bed. "You're here in the royal palace's guest house. How are you feeling now? You've been asleep for a day." The moment she heard those words, she suddenly remembered Méah. Is she doing alright? "Where is Méah?" she eagerly asked him, rising herself from lying on the bed into a sitting position. "Hmm. Why don't you see her yourself?" Prince Zaeius heaved a deep sigh and lose the light in his eyes as he turned to the open window beside Ferlah's bed. Ferlah carefully pulled herself up, avoiding to exert more strenght on her injured thigh. As she drew nearer by the window, she wondered why the prince acted like that. But as soon as she finally had the perfect view of the backyard garden, she could only see nothing but rectangular mounds which appea

The moment Prince Zaeius entered the royal hall, he could see a huge crowd inside while Aroh followed behind him. They're divided on both sides of the spacious royal hall and were aligned perfect in four rows. He wondered what was going on but the colors of what they wear made him distinguish easily of who they are. They are the soldiers from Eastias. His heart jumped for a second when he suddenly thought of something he didn't mean to think about. However, judging from this alone, he's afraid that he could be right. As soon as he came closer towards the throne, the two person whose back were facing him was undoubtedly familiar to him–he exactly knew who they are–Ado and King Ambrose. 'Ado was supposed to deliver the letters . He just left this morning but why is he back already?' he thought to himself. "You're here, your highness," King Astius greeted him as soon as he noticed his presence. "Forgive me for making you wait, your majesties," he said

         It was the mourning bell.          It rang ten times to let the people know that someone from the royal family has drifted to the afterlife.          Prince Zaeius quickly groped Méah's shoulders to get her off him. Then he rushed out of the room, leaving Méah alone. Aroh who was waiting for him outside the royal guest house's balcony followed him, perplexed. In fact, Prince Zaeius didn't notice Aroh was tagging along with him after he left the royal hall.         "No...this can't be happening. This isn't real!" He mumbled to himself as he mounted on his horse.         "Your highness, wait for me! Where are you going?" Aroh called him from behind but he seemed like he didn't hear anything.           While Prince Zaeius was on his way to the palace on his horse, he felt like all of his blood stopped flowing into his veins. The sun's scorching hot but he felt so cold–his hands, his face and his lips trembled as his heart was b