Concealed behind a thick collection of leaves and bushes, Shia stealthily and silently awaited as Lady Khailis set up the materials she needed to build Marmie’s supposed funeral pyre. She had been sitting in hiding for at least half an hour now. The new encampment was a hundred miles away, but thankfully, the overgrowth of trees along the way had helped Shia get to her destination faster. The hanging bridge that the trees had made for her combined with her fast feet helped her to get back to the old camp in just a matter of minutes.
Earlier on, Shia had seen Lady Khailis put on the wood and the fuel and proceeded to light up the funeral altar. However, just as Shia had suspected, no physical body was ever placed in its core. Only the woods crackled softly as the bonfire continued to blaze.
Shia spotted a thick blanket rolled up on one side where Lady Khailis kept her horse and some of her other belongings. She would only need to get a little bit closer to
Shia felt speechless. ‘It’s him!’ she thought excitedly. As far as Shia could remember, he – this tall, red-headed, muscular man – was the actual stuff that made up her father’s stories and legends! All of her father’s tales were just about how good and great this commander was and how he had rescued him and formed a friendship with him when he was just a small lad in Tightwater. Now, Shia cannot believe that she is face to face with the great commander of the Red-Headed Knuckles himself. Shia could not stop grinning from ear to ear from her excitement. The great commander took Shia’s right hand and acted as if he was about to give it a kiss. Before this could be done, however, Shia felt an arm come around her back while another hand snatched her hand from the commander’s grip almost immediately. “She is not the one I told you about, Sir Rus. She is my wife,” the prince exclaimed in an icy, formal tone. Almost simultaneously, Shia an
Shia stared in horror as the dark, inked figure of a bird – a heron, perhaps – became more and more pronounced at the left side of his highness’ bare chest. She would have remained in trance if she did not realize that Prince Langrion’s left eye has started glowing fiercely in time with the appearance of the marking in his body. “Cover your eyes!” she began to frantically shout at Lady Khailis, and the girl heeded her instruction immediately. Shia began removing his majesty’s mask, and saw that the menacing red glow was starting to become fiercer and fiercer despite the physical contact she had with the prince. It has also started affecting his majesty’s other eye, making him look more like a monster instead of a person. Shia’s heart beat began to escalate even further. ‘What the hell is happening?!’ she asked herself. The figure on his chest started to turn blood-red as well. Without a thought, Shia began weaving a dome of vine to separate his majest
“You do realize that you two sounded like old couples when you argue, right? You remind me of my own mother and father back home,” Lady Khailis fancifully mentioned afterwards when the heat of their disagreement about the Mark of the Beast and the prince’s future have already dissipated. By then, his majesty had recovered enough of his strength, and they were now able to continue their journey back to the camp. The two of them sat a top of the horse with Shia in front and his majesty controlling the reigns. “The Mark of the Beast, I have seen it in Soccora,” Shia began to say after a while. She looked up and met his majesty’s remorseful stare. “If the story I had just heard was true, then you must have been under the Devil’s control three months ago when my parents and siblings died. That must be why you cannot remember any of it...” “I-I’m sorry...” he began to say. “Don’t be. It wasn’t your fault. It was not you who killed them. It was the Devil who
The soft, wavy flow of her silvery white hair, the way she smiled, and the way that the woman starred back from the portrait looked exactly like Shia. The only difference was that she had a pair of hazel-colored eyes while Shia’s were of a darker brown hue. “It’s so scary! I cannot tell the two of you apart!” Khailis exclaimed while flipping her gaze from Shia and back to the woman in the portrait. “I didn’t realize it back then, but I think this was the reason why you looked so familiar to me when I first saw you in the woods,” the prince whispered to her. “Who is she?” Shia inquired, gasping at the apparition she was seeing. “She,” a voice from behind them spoke, “is the lady of this house – Duchess Tristal Mariana Andry.” The three of them were met by a tall woman in her early forties with silvery hair that was tied neatly in a bun. Her eyes looked kind, and they started shedding tears as she came closer towards them. “By the gods o
The heaps of tears turned into so much vibrancy and happiness as the long lost child of the Andry household and her grandmother chatted of old times and tried to get to know each other better. Although, as their conversation shifted to the part about Prince Langrion’s and Shia’s apparent ‘meeting’ and ‘engagement,’ the exchanges of words took its turn for the worse.It started when Shia mentioned meeting the prince in a cave.“What? You spent the night together in a cave?” the poor duchess’ eyes went wild with alarm and fright.“Ah, he... he fell into the water, and I-I rescued him,” she said quietly. The two of them failed to rehearse this part of their story, but knowing that the mere mention of the words ‘cursed ones’ or ‘hunters’ would have given the duchess a greater heart attack, she simply declared the cave as the initial place of their meeting. Prince Langrion did h
“I am not the slightest bit afraid,” Langrion said. “I don’t want any other bride... I-I think I have already come to love you.” Perhaps it was the weariness from the travel and from all that have happened on the past few days, but the words already came out of Langrion’s mouth before his mind could recall them back. As his own words sunk into him, his ears and face turned so crimson and became so heated up, it felt like he was having a heart attack. Thankfully, Shia looked as if she was already fast asleep. If he were lucky, she will not remember any of it. Everything will remain as it is; everything will still go according to plan... Then reality hit him... ‘I love her,’ he thought desperately. This was not part of his plan. He just needed her to be by his side for some time while he looked for a way to break his curse. He could not afford to love someone, or anyone, for that matter. What if he does not find a cure? Or worse, what if the Devil, the
Langrion tried to hide the deafening beating of his heart against his chest as Shia innocently inquired, “What other reasons do we have for our engagement?” His mind raced to think. “There are many reasons...” he started. He was trying to buy some time for himself, but Shia’s big and beautiful eyes and her wonderfully-shaped, fragrant body seemed to cloud his thoughts. “First, I am positive that Nana would kill me,” he said She laughed in an amusing way. “Actually, she discouraged me to accept your proposal.” “She did?” “Yes. He said you were a mere boy and that you would never dare to formalize the engagement. She was so surprised when you did.” “I will always be a mere boy to her. She practically raised me when my mother died.” “I see...” Shia remarked. “I also promised to protect you,” Langrion said. “From what?” “From the Capitol.” She seemed to ponder on a thought for a moment. “I have alway
If Shia thought her encounter with the man by the dirt road was bizarre enough, she did not know that things would only just turn stranger and more irritating as her day went by.Shia and Khailis were each able to heave a sigh of relief as their carriage finally drove out of the manor’s front gate. Shia didn’t go down from the carriage to bid her goodbye to the duchess and the baroness and only looked at them from the small carriage window to avoid any questions that may arise from her ruined dress. It was a bit unconventional, but thankfully, they bought her excuse that she was too excited to see her dress for her to crawl back down from the carriage and properly say her good bye.Thankfully, Khailis did have a cloak inside her carriage that can be put over Shia’s dress. Upon closer inspection, however, Shia could not decide which one is filthier: her dress or Khailis’ cloak that she admitted to have kept in the carriage’s storage box for
“Ugh, I absolutely hate boys,” Khailis said in disgust as she threw her sweaty gauntlet onto the floor.Shortly after, Khalis heard a shriek. She gasped as she realized who it was she had just injured.“Gavil, Gavil, I’m so sorry! Were you hurt?”A black furry cat sat by the floor, rubbing his bum with his tail due to the accident she had just caused.Khalis has often gone home in sulky moods before, but this was the first time he was ever hit by him, and as a result, his feelings were deeply hurt.Khalis picked him up like a baby and put him at her lap, stroking his sleek, black fur and patting his behind apologetically. “Was my Gavil hurt? Were you injured?”Gavil whimpered some more, not because he was hurt but because he was sad and lonely. Even before Khailis went out today, Gavil had stayed in this spot because it was the most comforting place in her room. Every day, Khailis went
“Are you coming tonight?”Danterion placed his arms around my waist as I tied the last few knots of my dress. He repeated his words when I did not speak.“Are you coming again tonight, Fina?”I did not answer because I didn’t know what to tell him. This was the third night that I had come here on my own and sought him. I had been feeling rather sad and empty lately, but Langrey came back in town today, and I agreed to meet him at the same, old place. True, I had been deliberating in my mind if today would be a good time to call everything off between us, but how could I possibly know how things will turn out? How would I know if I needed solace and comfort again after I break up with my childhood sweetheart and his own twin brother today?I shook the thought away from my head. I am a bad, bad person, I know; I had been seeing Danterion for half a year now behind his brother’s back. Although Langrey and I had a long hist
Silver roses bloom only for a week once every five years – their life spans are too short and too far apart but also far too sweet to be fully ignored. These flowers are like one’s childhood love – a memory that came too soon but rarely leaves. Tristal Mariana Andry, the Grand Duchess of the Noble House of Andry, sighed deeply. At age sixty and mostly bedridden, she had become more and more prone to melancholic spells, especially when it came to remembering her past. Today, she had been in reverie once more as she faced a seemingly daunting task. It was the first time she had been out of her room and in a party. It was also the first time in decades that she had chosen to speak to Caldwell again – the present king of Gaulane and her past lover. The details of her last communication with Cal, as she would lovingly call him ages ago, had already slipped away from her mind, but the memories of their first encounter loomed as fresh as yesterday for her. It all started fr
“I, the new sun of Gascone, swear to dedicate my life into the service of my people. I swear this oath in the name of my father and my forefathers before me and in the name of the holy gods and goddesses of Teotroly!” Everybody cheered as the new king took his oath. They gazed at his ocean blue eyes, and they were taken aback by the honesty of his words and his demeanor. They welcomed him and his new queen with open arms. Shia looked back at the dignified man’s jet-black hair and mesmerizing blue-eyes with awe. She was proud and happy at what he had accomplished so far. It had been four months since the battle between them and Sirion has ended, and in those four months, he had been able to recover by and by. During the battle that left half of the castle in ruins, the last clear vision in Shia’s mind was that of Sirion plunging a sword in Danterion’s body – the body that hosted him – just after claiming that his death will fulfil what he had lon
As soon as Shia cut through the kraken’s tentacle, she found herself falling helplessly down. She screamed. She had forgotten the fact that she could not fly. She was really a useless goddess. Thankfully, the feeling of falling suddenly stopped, and Shia was turned upright by an invisible force. When she craned her neck to see who it was that helped her, she spotted a familiar face. It was Marmie, and she was staying some distance away, manipulating her fall. Almost instantaneously, a cry emerged from up above her, and she saw two flying entities swoop down into the center of the kraken’s head where Sirion was. Finally they came! Gilyan and the Commander were perched at Chibi’s back, and a black winged puma, who could only be Gavil, went into the courtyard to help them. “Sirion,” Shia shouted. “Let Danterion go! It’s over! You are outnumbered!” Sirion simply laughed at her, seemingly unfazed. “Do you think you and your puny friends could kill
Darkness covered the sky as birds from all direction converge towards the courtyard where Gavil, Chibi, and Marmie had seen Langrion go earlier. “Come on, let’s go and help Shia now. She had been taken away by some monster, but I think she’s nearby,” Khailis remarked as she tried to stand, but Gavil held her tightly by the shoulder. “Wife, you stay here with Goddess Eily. The rest of us will go.” “Wait, no! How can I stay here? There’s no action here! Plus, I’m fine, don’t worry too much,” Khailis said, beaming with energy. “You’re not fine. We might lose our babies, and I don’t want to lose you too... Ever!” Khalis looked back at Gavil’s glistening eyes. For the first time since he had met him, he saw him shed tears... Ah, she had almost forgotten! The blood of knighthood runs so strongly in her veins, but first and foremost, she was a mother now and a wife to someone who deemed her precious... She couldn’t possibly be as bold and car
“Just a little bit more, my lady... Please...” Gilyan have not begged anyone saved the God of Darkness for years. He didn’t have to before this. He became a free man because of His Darkness, but now, he found himself in a predicament where he would kneel down and kiss the earth if he could just get his wish. He didn’t know how many hours they had been buried down there. He tried his best since earlier to get help from above. However, he could not sense any living being, or was it perhaps because his magic was weak and limited? Earlier, the goddess who was with them revealed something about him that he felt had some semblance of truth. “All who can wield powers have the imprints of divinity in them, and you, in particular, given that strong sense of power, I’d say you must be a candidate for a god.” He had believed those words. After all, he had seen how his powers had gotten out of bounds even without the God of Darkness’ permission.
Langrion could not believe it! His wife almost died. If he was just a second late, she would have perished! She surely wouldn’t have survived! A heart beat ago, he swopped as fast as he could towards the open fire burning at the castle’s courtyard. He had seen it countless of times before, looking like a candle far-away in his own tower. He heard the pleas of the cursed ones like him, begging, screaming for help, but his uncle never did give his mercy at any of those times. As such, Langrion feared those flames for a long time. He felt like they were the cause of his torment. He should have died with those people accused of being cursed a long time ago. He should have been the first to burn, but because he was a prince, he survived. He lived until his present age of twenty one years old... That’s right. Today is his twenty first birthday, and today, he just turned curseless. The mask on his face fell as he snatched Shia away from the burning flames th
Langrion and Gavil, together with Chibi and Marmie, wasted no time travelling to the place they needed to go: the capital city of Gascone – Gaulane. “I can take us there easily, Prince Langrion,” Marmie said during the dead of the night a few second before they ascended in the air. Marmie was on Chibi’s back while Gavil had already transformed himself into his beast form – an enormous, black feline with wings like an eagle. “How,” Langrion asked. The last time he checked, Marmie’s powers involved controlling things with her mind. Can she also create voids like Galahad? “With this,” Marmie said, pulling away her sleeve from her left hand. There was a tattoo that looked like an eye with feathers reaching on both sides. “This was installed by the Ancient Evil when he controlled me... when he controlled us. We were supposed to use it once we have fulfilled our mission. Although I was not conscious at the time he was controlling my thoughts, I remembered it well i