SEASONS CHANGED and passed so easily that the flowers that were once closed and wilted were now in full bloom, along with the sounds of people cheering as the new season greeted them in bright colors. A flock of people passed one another as the streets became busier, some are preparing their stalls while others are searching for what they came for. Along with the new season, the crowd was boisterous as multiple street decorations are put up with a color scheme of pastel pink, violet, and blue all around. Aside from the common folks, multiple people from different parts of the continent visited and squeezed themselves in for the upcoming festival of the Gods; where they would all thank the Gods for a peaceful and bountiful year once again. Flowers of the same color are put up and funny enough, many merchandises are out in an abnormally large quantity than they did last year. It would normally be composed of harpins and brooches, but now, there were pens and jewelry laid out as the
ON THE other side of the continent, where the place is full of life and many people who still believe in the Gods visited the sacred grounds. The temple is a place where instead of priests, there are prophets who conveys the words of the Gods to the people and are a different religion than the others. A place where one can directly come in contact with the Gods if they give the right price and donation. Even though such a thing should be given priority and importance, many speculate that the temple is nothing but a scam, a sham that robs people out of their money and give false prophecy and orders from above. Not many people know this, but they are right. The Gods have long abandoned the temple and none of the prophets actually receives divine news nor were they even coming into contact with the Gods, but if they were to be found out, they will try to play this off as defamatory claims. Although it is true that the Gods no longer communicate with them, divine powers still exist be
THE PALACE is busy this time of year as the festival is soon to commence, as well as the celebration for the empire's 150th founding ceremony wherein many people will come from different parts of the continent to participate. That is why the empire is lively and full of life, their cheers and pre-celebration emotions scattered in the air as everyone enjoyed the atmosphere. In contrast, not everyone was in a festive mood as a certain individual having a small meeting in his office was frowning, his eyes were dead cold. "Is this from a legitimate source?" Tristan asked as his eyes tore away from the paper in his hands. Peane, who has been away for quite a while, stared at him blankly and nodded. He has been sent to other places after Bastian returned to the palace, never leaving after the whole incident with Alesteria seven years ago when she disappeared in Xerxes' presence. Bastian swore he would never leave the palace again and made Peane, who was sent to the entrance and exits o
"THE CROWDS are quite cheery, don't ya think?" A blonde-haired girl with a cloak covering her head turned her gaze to her little companion who spoke, as they stroll down the bustling crowds’ side by side, a cotton candy on one hand and a book on the other. "Parie, it is festival season." She said as she deadpanned at Parie. "Wow, I wouldn't have thought of that. Thanks, Alesteria." Alesteria chuckled at Parie's monotone and sarcastic response. Not letting the little pixie ruin such a happy atmosphere, she replied playfully to her. "No problem, Parie." Parie rolled her eyes at Alesteria and picked on her hood, which allowed a strand of her hair to escape but she quickly pulled it over her face. "Hey! That's not funny!" "It isn't, but many people would easily do that if you don't change your appearance." Alesteria clicked her tongue and waved her hand over her head, her hair instantly changing into a brown color as her eyes turned purple. She then turned to Parie and raises an
"WHAT WAS that?!" Was the first thing that came out of Parie's mouth as her disheveled appearance from holding tightly to Alesteria's hood made her a little bit dazed and angry. Alesteria, on the other hand, was panting heavily as to hurriedly get away from the young man, who seem to have called them, but she wasn't sure at that time as she was busy trying to flee. They went to an alley, one that no one would ever think that they are there as the concealed themselves with mana; the sun is still hitting this alley but not as much so it was kind of dim. "So, what was that, huh? Did you see a bad guy and wanted to run away?" Parie asked as she slowly gasped, her eyes widening. "Did someone recognized you?!" Alesteria shook her head, her breath catching up, to her, as she finally spoke. "No, but we encountered someone we shouldn't have." Parie raised an eyebrow. "Who?!" "The young man earlier." Parie was confused as to why Alesteria would say that, not realizing that the man they
ALDRICH WALKED through the corridor as the staff and officials alike parted like the red sea, making way for him as be stride faster, his eyes sparkling as he brushed by them. "Is the gift ready?" He asked as he walked fast. His aide from before, Ozul, walked by his side in a similar pace and shown him a box with pink and purple wrapping with a silver bow; the box wasn't that heavy nor was it light. "Yes, as you ordered weeks prior." Ozul calmly said as he emphasizes the last part. Aldrich clicked his tongue. "I was just making sure." "No need to be so anxious, Deus." The sudden voice coming from behind them made them halt in their tracks as they turned their heads to see who it was. As they did so, their eyes landed on Aimilios, who is calmly walking towards them as Cethin, his aide, was beside him holding a box of the same wrapping as Aldrich's, only his bow was gold. "Aren't you a little bit too nervous today?" He asked as he caught up to them, stopping beside Aldrich as Ce
A TWELVE years old girl with dark magenta hair and jade-colored eyes stared at the large hall anxiously as she fiddled with her gloves, her pale rose dress complimenting her hair as she stood at the corner of the ballroom, not wanting to gain any attention from anyone. Although she wanted that, she failed to actually accomplish it since she was beautiful. She almost looks like a doll standing at the corner, looking so pretty that some young men couldn't help but second glance at her whenever their eyes caught her. However, they couldn't dare to make a move because of the three powerful people with her who are all amazingly beautiful, but downright terrifying. Especially the daughter of Duchess Loreant who has an extremely annoyed aura around her. "Oh, shut it you simp!" Gabrielle, who is Duchess Minerva Loreant's daughter, is prominent in the high society known for her information about rumors, affairs, illegal trades, and many more. No one dares to cross her or else they'll be
THE MOMENT the door opened; everyone was staring at the royal family as they show themselves to the nobility; many are at awe while looking at them from above the stairs. The banquet hall was quiet and even if they were staring at the Vlatka Royalty, their eyes naturally searched for the star of the day and the talk of the town; though they couldn't see her since she is hidden behind the three men. Morgaine entered the other way as the rest of the nobility since she is no longer the empress, meaning she can't use the same entrance her sons did. The announcer of the royal family cleared his throat after the first introduction then spoke in a very loud and audible voice. "Their Royal Highness, the Second Prince and heir to the Lidloch Duchy, Young Duke Aimilios Theodore Alaric." Aimilios walked down the stairs in an elegant way and many of the noble ladies his age swooned at the sight of him. His auburn hair to the side in an effortless manner as his lapiz lazuli eyes shone dangero