After three days of staying awake at night with Gavil and attempting to infuse Pauca magic on the eggs as frequently as possible, Khailis had grown extremely fatigued. If she had known that marrying a magical shape-shifting beast and carrying his offspring could be this tiring, she wouldn’t have blown his marriage flute in the first place.
Being around Gavil’s mother and the servants weren’t helpful at all too. They were so worried about the eggs that they wouldn’t pass any opportunity into pressuring them to make love.
“How well are you doing at night, young one? I hope you are not neglecting your fatherly duties. You do know the babies need all the magic they can get, right?” Queen Argylla had asked again on the third morning.
Of course, Khailis had the same reaction as that on the day when she had first heard her question; she turned so red that all she wanted was to disappear away from sight. How can a mother ask about her son’s nightly affairs like that?
After hearing Khailis’ sweet request and feeling her soft hands against his fur, Chibi could only happily comply. He let out two, energetic barks and started to float up in the air. “By the gods, Chibi, you didn’t tell me all this time that you can fly too!” Lady Khalis said in amusement, and again Chibi’s heart sank. If he only knew that his mistress liked the idea of flying, he would have taken her any day on his back to the ends of the earth. Gavil snorted. “Of course he can. Come, let’s follow him.” After making sure that his young wife had securely climbed up at his back, Gavil flapped his wings and rose into the air alongside Chibi. Shortly after, they landed at the inner court of the Temple of The Gods. “I can’t believe it! They’re here inside the temple!” Khailis hopped down from Gavil’s back excitedly and looked around. They descended inside a smaller, inner garden. It was very quiet that Khailis began to doubt that anyone was
“If you want to, then just go ahead. Perhaps you could get a more favourable result if you talk to him, but don’t expect me to come with you when you see him...” These were the last words that Galahad said before he disappeared again from their sight without any goodbyes or explanations. “That punk, he must still be at feud with him.” Templar said, frowning. “He’s in feud with the head god? Why?” Shia asked. “Well, they had always been in feud, you know... Typical of fathers and sons...” Templar couldn’t bear to upset her sister further by telling her that it had intensified because of Galahad’s insistence to guide her mortal body throughout her thousand and one lifetimes. He didn’t need to do this, however. Shia could read through his body language and nervous laugh. “I see... So, when can we talk to the head god?” “I’ll try to set a meeting by tomorrow. Let’s have this wedding as soon as possible so that brother-in-law could
“This is it – Head God Heedra’s room. You may now enter.” Templar said. Shia would have wanted to come with someone, or at least with Langrion, but Templar was instructed that he she should come alone. After staring at the door for a long time, she took a deep breath before pushing it open. Like the rest of the temple, the head god’s room was deathly quiet. The high ceiling of the whole temple made sounds echo so loudly that it hurts one’s ears. It was supposed to be an office, but it looked like a bed chamber. While still admiring the room’s beauty, she heard a couple of hushed voices inside the bed chamber. She walked on further to see who and what the matter was. As she approached, she caught sight of an entity she didn’t think she would see that day. “You can see it, but you won’t be able to do anything against it. That’s a shame...” The owner of the voice was none other than Galahad. As soon as she realized this, Shia hid further
“What if I curse your children and your descendants afterwards? Would you still continue to mock me like this?” Khailis was taken aback by Goddess Eily’s answer, but her own response had never been clearer. “W-Well... yes!” The goddess eye’s flashed with irritation. “You little -” “Sister Eily, you know Queen Argillya’s half-conscious promise did not hold any weight in them. The courts had also settled this matter already. Why don’t we make this an opportunity to make up with the Paucas, hmm,” Templar said, attempting to humor the irritated Goddess of Childbirth. Indeed, this predicament had always puzzled Templar. How could Eily even think, for a second, that she and Rahul were in a real relationship? What was Eily thinking when she extracted that promise to someone who was nearly dying while in labor? The goddess of childbirth didn’t speak for a long time. Of course she knew that a mother’s promise wasn’t exactly binding. She had always held
“Shia, are you ready? It’s almost time,” Khailis called on her softly, reminding her that the ceremony was about to begin, and yet, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the looking glass. She wanted to look back at this moment once again after she had successfully set out to do her task. She wanted to tell herself that the decision to kill Sirion would be for the good of everyone who was suffering from a curse, just like her and Langrey. It doesn’t matter what the repercussions will be. She just has to emerge victorious from this, no matter what. “Let me fix your hair a little bit,” Khailis volunteered. She adjusted the crown of baby’s breath and the veil on top of her head. “I’m sorry, we can’t be there,” Khailis muttered, “but we won’t be too far off. We don’t know if Mage Silas would carry you both off, so we’ll just stay vigilant nearby.” Shia laughed a little. “I don’t think he would try to, but thank you.” Khailis smiled back. “Well, if
If there was one thing Galahad was extremely good at, it was making time passages. He had gained that skill since he was young. After all, he was the direct descendant of a powerful god. It was understandable that he would be a great god someday too... But it was the greatest disappointment of everyone around him that he had chosen to follow a fallen goddess during the past few centuries instead of using his powers to govern wisely from Teotroly. Whatever his co-gods and goddesses in Teotroly think of him though, it doesn’t matter. He knew the secret to everything. He was privy to information that could make everything proceed or crumble down, and right now, he was making use of one such secret for his Freya. “You’ll have to go through a series of realities in order to reach Sirion in his designated prison,” Galahad told Freya the day before her wedding. “How many realities do I need to go through?” “I’m not entirely sure...” Galahad k
Shia wanted to collapse on the floor. Her head hurt and her heart felt stuffed. How many times had she been through this? She had lost count at twenty, but the layers of realities that she was passing through hadn’t stopped yet. She had been a murderer and deserter so many times in the past few hours – or was it days – that she couldn’t shed any more tears for those whom she had to abandon or to leave to be killed. How many more of these scenarios must she overcome? She had been a mother, a lover, a daughter, a son, a criminal, and many more, and always, she needed to leave people who needed her and begged for her to stay, and their cries ate away at her soul. How long must she be so heartless? Now, as she left another painful reality behind, she was immediately taken into another one... Shia gazed at her palms, and frowned. Her nails were painted in pretty neon colors. They were new, so she shouldn’t try to wash dishes today. Of course, that
“Who do you think I am?” Shia thought long and hard. She stared at the man’s pale face and his even paler hair that reminded her of corn husks; well, silver corn husks, that is. It didn’t seem to suit his muscular frame that towered over her. The most beautiful things about him were his eyes. His dark violet eyes were shining towards Shia like a pair of mysterious jewels. They looked misty though, as if he was on the brink of tears or suppressed elation. This man didn’t seem like the Sirion she had known, but somehow, he felt extremely familiar. It seemed to take her an eternity before she could finally answer his question, “I… I don’t know…” He sighed. There was a tinge of disappointment in his eyes, but she had seen it only for a second as his face had changed to a tender but more worried look. “That’s alright. Your memories do not seem to be back yet, but your power has been overflowing, which makes this journey of yours more dangerous. You
“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