“Shia, what happened?” Langrion said abruptly, sitting down from his side of the bed. As he rose, he saw Shia clutching her wrist cautiously. She looked as frightened as when he found her by the woods earlier that night.
“Is everything’s alright?... You should sleep some more,” he began to say when he realized she might have woken up from a nightmare. He patted her back gently and tried to soothe her while she trembled.
“Do you see this one?” she said, She raised the wrist that she kept covering towards the light, and when she did, Langrion’s eyes fell on a tattooed pair of spirals etched side by side together. The figures seemed to come alive as they swirled slowly in two opposite directions. Or was it just his groggy eyes playing tricks on him?
“I did not know you had a tattoo,” he frowned.
“I didn’t! I’ve never had one! I dreamt of it just now, and it appeared after I woke up!”
“That’s impossible!” he exclaimed under his breath. “What was y
Langrion’s hand shook as he slipped back into his bed chamber unnoticed. His face did not reveal anything, but his heart was ablaze with so much rage and anger. He clutched his mother’s ring tightly towards his chest. It was his most prized possession. His mother gave it to him when he was a little boy, and he promised her that he would give it only to the girl to whom his heart would belong to. Langrion thought that he can finally fulfil his promise when several months ago, he decided to propose to the person he had loved since childhood – the elegant and lovely Edelfina. He had been over the moon with happiness, and he thought she was as ecstatic as him too. He wondered why she had asked him to keep their engagement a secret, saying that she needed time to announce it to the House of Nanris. When he finally saw her together with his brother in bed one day, he had begun to understand that Edelfina had other plans. He accepted it without word when she broke their eng
After hearing that they have finally reached their destination, Shia stepped out of the carriage together with Lady Khailis and Prince Langrion, and they immediately found themselves in the heart of one of Sensala’s streets. Unlike the main avenue where Master Dredsell’s shop was located, however, Shia realized that they were in a different kind of street. There, looming across them was the poor man’s village – the slum area of Sensala. When her parents decided to leave Tightwater, Shia and her family tried to avoid contact with large groups of people as much as they can. As a result, she had never travelled much into town with them, and if they did, they would always leave her behind in the caravan, just in the outer edge of the town proper. As such, the sights and sounds of the poor man’s village were all new to her. The first time she had seen Sensala from the carriage window with his majesty, they passed by numerous extravagant shops and colourful displays set am
Without a second thought, Shia stepped into the hole she had torn open from the vibrating air. She called over to his majesty, whom she had been dragging all along in her arms, and to Khailis with a voice that no one would probably dare to refuse. “Let’s go, Langrey! Khailis!” Shia hissed, trying not to look back at the mage, who was calling her incessantly. To her great relief, the lady and his majesty followed her as she stepped into the hole and into a vast, silent valley. All at once, the hole shut itself up, and in a second, the vibration in the air she had just seen disappeared. They had just completely left Mage Silas behind on the other side of the void. Shia was still firmly clutching Langrion’s arm and did not realize that her whole body was trembling in fright. She moved closer to his chest and breathed in between fits of anger and sobs. “Idiot!” She said, “Are you an idiot?! What were you trying to tell him back there?!” He p
“Promise me you won’t die,” Shia remarked. “You can’t die unless I allow it.” Langrion couldn’t help but laugh out loud. He was not sure if it was her childish way of putting it upfront or the contents of what she had just said, but either way, it was so funny that Langrion could not help but laugh. Shia pushed him away from her shoulder, forcing him to look down at her. “What’s so funny? You don’t believe I could do it?” “Do what?” “Break away from my destiny. Break your curse.” He smiled. “I do. I believe you.” She snorted, but she started to burrow her own head in his available shoulder. “Yeah, right...” Now fully relaxed, Shia was finally able to tell Langrion about the rather eventful day when she had met the king, Edelfina, and someone who looked like Langrey in the woods. “It must have been surprising to see all of them in one table last night,” Langrion remarked. “Indeed...” After a while, Shia began to
Shia led Mage Silas on her secret plan. “There won’t be any killings. If all goes well, the Ancient Evil will kill himself.” “What? Is that the wild plan you have wanted me to take part of all along, child?” the mage said, looking at her incredulously as if all the screws and hinges in her head had been set loose. “Indeed. I know it sounds ridiculous, but please hear me out. If we could only succeed into tricking the Ancient Evil to kill himself, then the Demon King’s prophecy can’t take place at all; or if I get to kill the Ancient Evil before the Demon King rises, then the prophecy won’t come true –” “You are one remarkable child! I never knew you can be quite crazy!” He narrowed his eyes towards her, peering closely as if trying to discover what her exact thoughts were. “Tell me? Do you not know the exact prophecy about the rise of the Demon King? Don’t you know what will happen if he is not killed.” “I know,” Shia replied. “That is why I intend to
“I told grandma the truth about my curse.” Shia said, confirming his thoughts. “And she’s alright with that?” “Yes, she is.” Shia said, avoiding his gaze altogether, making things seemingly awkward between them. “Uh, I want to show you something,” she replied, changing the subject. “When I got home today, Mage Silas was here. I spoke to him about everything, and he made a promise to help us.” “I see...” Langrion replied. “Actually he came to see me too...” “Oh, he did? So, you knew already? He said he will help me discover more about Freya’s magic and memories since that will help us a lot. He did start telling me something important though. Take a look.” Shia fetched a pen from her desk. She tipped the pen in the air and swished downward as if she was writing a line. “Did you see that?” she asked Langrion. “I didn’t see anything...” he said, trying to peer as hard as he could at the tip of the pen. Shia swished
“Edelfina,” Shia heard Langrion’s twin say as he stirred from her lap, “how come you smell so much more enticing today, hmm?” He raised his head until it was eye level to Shia’s own brown eyes while his hands continued to rest around her waist. He must have been as surprised and as embarrassed as Shia was since his cheeks and ears turned crimson like hers. They just sat there, seemingly frozen and saying nothing to each other. They simply gazed in each other’s eyes for a long, long time. After what seemed like an eternity, Danry – or whoever he was that had been presently in possession of the prince’s body – started to close in the remaining gap between them and started to descend upon her. He continued to stare deeply into her eyes, and he started to come even closer and closer towards her, making her feel more and more uncomfortable, although she tried her best to hide it by keeping her ground. When he was just an inch or two away from her face though, Shia
‘Galahad... Why did I call him that?’ Shia frowned immediately. She was caught by surprise as she spoke her words to Mage Silas earlier. “You knew my answer all along, Galahad...” Suddenly, a memory flashed in her mind, a memory that seemed to be coming not from her own but from the deepest corners of someone else’s mind. ‘Could it be... Freya?’ The memory came to Shia as if she was an outsider seeing everything that was happening around. A slim, fair girl with golden, flowing tresses was sitting amongst the court, looking downcast. The crowd murmured around as a group of serious-looking elders convened in one corner. Suddenly, the leader of the court pounded his large fist at the golden table. “Silence! The Head Gods have decided. Now, we will deliver the verdict. For the crime of abetting the dark deeds of the Ancient Evil, Sirion de Luca, we pronounce you, Freya Leyla Ava, Goddess of Light, guilty of all charges. You will be st