After the king was done talking to his children, while he awaits the arrival of princess Diana, he decided to go visit all his queens in their various rooms. Upon getting to Queen Riyal's room, the youngest and also the third and last wife of King Abasiama Ekpeyong, King of Abasia Kingdom. he met her laying on a sofa with one of her servants holding her left leg. She was in pain as the servant was massaging her ankle. Queen Riyah was known to be the daughter of the King of Mustachio kingdom in the southern region of the nation. She got married to King Ekpeyong Abasiama in appreciation for what Kingdom Abasia warriors have done for her father's kingdom. A civil war was about to kick off in the region but was put to an end by the warriors after Queen Riyal's father, the king of Mustachio Kingdom after had written to King Abasiama Ekpeyong seeking assistance and King Abasiama yielded to the pleading and five of Abasia Kingdom warriors were sent to put an end to it. Because of that,
On the day the King was supposed to dress up and embark on the journey as planned. Unexpectedly, all the chiefs and the prominent member of the royal council saw the messenger of the King at their doorstep." Hope everything is fine at the palace," said Chief Aranse. He happened to be the first person the messengers of the King will visit to deliver the message from the king." My Chief, may you live long, we are sent by King Abasiama to inform you to report to the Palace immediately after you get this message," said one of the messengers. "It doesn't things are okay in the palace, maybe something happened. This kind of unplanned meeting by the entirety of the council signified a bad omen. Anyways you can go. I will report to the place very soon." He said to himself. " Wait, Am I the only Chief the king sent you to? " Chief Ariane asked. " No, my Chief, we are sent to all the members of the royal council. "Thank you."Within a short time, the whole council is already in the palace, w
Princess Diana couldn't withstand what she was to witness from where she was peeping from the cart. Chief Madu and Dave were all scared, they all placed their face to the other side. They all loved Lancelot.Lancelot expected himself to be on the other side. But instead, he felt only an odd sensation of constriction. And then he realized what had happened. The arrow they had fired had missed. All of themBut that wasn't the matter. In a flash, he knew the men hadn't meant to hit her in the first place. Every arrow they fired trailed off the rope. He was now surrounded by a web of rope. Around her, the men were grabbing at the string and running in circles. He tried to struggle. Cut some ropes.But by the time he had figured out what was going on, it was too late. Half the deserters, some were female while some were male but majorly male, ran in one direction, half in the other. It was so clear from the smoothness and coordination of their attack that this is a tactic they had practice
For the next day and a half, not a single man spoke. They walked slowly through the sand, not wasting a single step or a single motion. Princess Diana was been placed on a camel so she could survive because they all knew everything about the desert would be new to her. Silly mistakes can jeopardize the mission. She must be safe and brought to their king without a single injury or on her.Princess Diana was a strong lady. Years of grueling training had toughest her mind and body. But one of the things you learned through years of hard physical labor was that everybody, no matter how hard it had been trained or prepared for a moment like this when it crossed the limits, the machine broke down.The toll of days in the desert had robbed her body of fluids and minerals that one evening of eating and drinking will not quite replenish. Around mid-day the next day, they left the shifting sand again and began winding through a series of barren foothills in the shadow of the range, slowly clim
After several hours of being tied to a cart. They all gained back their consciousness. None of them were able to know the hours they had passed out. One of the guards was able to cut himself loose. He then loosed others. They all thought of going after the deserters who kidnapped the princess but it would be deadly. No water and food to sustain them and they don't even know how far they had gone with Princess Diana. "I don't think it is good for us to go after the deserters. We have to find a way to save those who are injured before they bleed to death." Chief Madu told others. An hour later they walked into the dark, silent dunes. Chief Madu was not the sort of person to doubt himself. But now that he was out in the desert without Princess Diana by his side, He realized how foolish he had been. The Abasia Kingdom was to the east of the Daila Kingdom mountain. But simply plodding towards the rising sun was no way to get through hundreds of miles of shifting sand. There were no land
Several hours later, the return of Chief Madu and all other members of the entourage was announced in the Abasia Kingdom by a guard at the northern gate. Every member of the great Kingdom has been longing for their return. Traveling to the northern region is considered deadly and risky. Anything expected to happen to anyone during the journey. They might be attacked by poisonous reptiles or thieves. Every member of the kingdom knows what is entailed in the journey. They all believed that the King had no choice but to prevent them from traveling. For him to allow his beloved daughter Princess Diana to be among the people that traveled, the matter required an urgent response from both Kingdoms, Abasia Kingdom and Deila kingdom, for the welfare of their people. No one other people the King can entrust with this task than Princess Diana and Chief Madu to lead the entourage. The news of their arrival quickly spread like a wide fire. The chiefs and other people particularly the members o
Princess Diana chose that moment to grab a dagger very close to her and hurl herself at the king. Before should reach him, however, his man had grabbed their spear and leaped to their feet. They were too blindly fast. One of the guards grabbed her by the waist and wrestled her to the floor. He made a move as if to punch her in the face. But the king said, "No, no." His voice was gentle. But there was authority beneath the soft tone. Princess Diana admitted she is impressed. The man who'd tackled her raised his hands and stepped off her in response to the king's order. "I presume," King Lugard said, " that my friend Daujah has told you why you were brought here. I am sure you are aware too." She laughed. ' I don't believe you say such. You kidnapped a lady, thinking she will willingly submit to do what you have orchestrated for her. You must be joking. I would rather die before I submit to you." The king raised one eyebrow. " You could have thrown yourself on that spear point," he
The cut wasn't noting though. By the time that Princess Diana had finished her meal, the red stain on king Lugard robe had grown to cover much of his lap. The young king's face look pale and drawn. It was obvious that his man were alarmed at all the blood watching it has it grown. None of them said a word about it. They were all startled. So she had been correct, her aim had been true. But this man, this kind man, was strong of both body and will. The king's guard's had made several attempt to call the attention of the king to his wound but he was adamant. He acted undisturbed with the cut. As a matter of fate, he was unscathed. He continued eating as if everything looked fine. In fact, King Lugard continued to talk with Princess Diana as though noting at all had happened. His conversation was lively, calm, heartwarming and interesting- tough, realistic, yet generous and wise. She had an odd realization: Abasia Kingdom's men bored her, most especially the wealthy ones.She had rec
I'm still surprised that she remembers me by my first name. She lets me pick the books that I want to, after we've returned the previous ones to their rightful places.When I'm done, she leads me back to her table, and make me sign on the record book once again, after re-writing my name, and the new date.Outside, I have three textbooks, all cramped to my chest. Damn, these are heavy even when they'd looked as though they would be light.I am about crossing the road when I heard, "Rash." It's a familiar voice. I turn to the person. Dean's grinning. He wears a black jacket on top, inner white shirt under and a blue jean. The sole of his canvas kinds of lit under the day light. "Hey." I say back, coolly."Um, what're you doing here?" Whilst saying, his eyes dart to the library's building, "oh, came here?""Yeah." Is all I say, staring into his eyes. I see they are green. They are so bright. The beauty runs in the family, don't you think?"Hey, what's up with you?" He notices.Well, h
"Rash!" Oh, boy. I hurry up and get a plain blue towel around my waist while there's another in my hands, being used to clean my face and torso. I get out of the bathroom and go to the closet. I put on a simple nylon black shirt, long enough that the hem stops around my thighs, and a khaki short. On the way, I slip into my flip-flops, getting down the stairs, I see aunt Melissa, giggling to the screen of her phone. She's Face-timing with someone, and really, I don't want to know who it is. When she catch my figure, walking to the couch, she quickly wraps it up and tells me. "So, what's the plan?" I shrug. She's placing her phone away, and concentrating on me. "I don't know." "You're a dickhead." She says. Well, I have a dickhead, the thought comes abruptly but I quickly shake it away. "What do you think...wait, where's granny?" "She's not around." Remember that I said she and granny never gets along. This is one of the obviousness that I mean. Granny is religious on her si
As Jacquard fainted, Jack couldn't believe his luck. He had always envied his brother's skills and successes, and now he had the chance to claim the glory for himself. He approached the unconscious form of his brother and the princess, carefully picking her up and cradling her in his arms. He looked down at her sleeping face, and couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. He had always wanted to prove himself to the kingdom, to show that he was just as capable as his brother, and this was his chance. “Yes! This is my perfect victory. That’s right… I win!” He exclaimed joyfully. Jack's heart leapt with fulfillment although he did his best to conceal it. He felt as though a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders, and the weight of his envy and resentment had been lifted away. The mission to rescue Princess Diana was a success, and he was the hero who saved her. It was all he had ever wanted, and now that he had it, he could barely contain his elation.
Jacquard started to panic as he realized how close the warriors were getting. He knew he had to think as fast as possible and come up with a plan that could at least put him on the higher ground of the table of turbulence. "What do I do now? It’s only getting more and more complicated!" Jacquard thought to himself, with a faint trace of fear. "I can't let them catch me with the princess. We’ll be done for." He said He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. "Think, Jacquard , think," he whispered to himself. "What can I do to get out of this situation?" Just at the moment when he was still thinking, the memories of the charm song his mother taught him flooded his mind. "Maybe that's it," he said to himself. "Maybe the charm song can help me get out of this." He started to hum the song softly, hoping it would have the same effect as it did the last time. But as he hummed, he noticed that the warriors were getting even closer. He needed to sing the song louder. He too
Jacquard continued running through the night with memories of his past flooding his mind. He remembered the times he spent with his family before they were left by him and his brother, by the proposal of the neighboring kingdom's soldiers. The pain of leaving his loved ones was too much to bear, but the thought of the princess's safety gave him the strength to keep moving. He thought back to the time he and his twin brother, Jacquard uard, went to their friend's farm. They had so much fun working and playing together, but a little argument over who should carry the most harvest nearly ruined their day. Jacquard wanted to carry more than his fair share, but Jacquard insisted on carrying an equal amount. Jacquard smiled as he continued remember how the words of Lucky had diffused the situation in a lucid illusion. They all ended up carrying an equal amount and left the farm with big smiles on their faces. It was moments like those that made him miss his family even more. The memories
As Jacquard thought back to that day, he smiled to himself, remembering the fun they had at the farm. He could almost smell the scent of the fresh crops and feel the warmth of the sun on his skin. But his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of rustling bushes nearby. He stopped in his tracks and listened carefully. “Shit!” He exclaimed. “What’s that? Oh my God I hope it’s not what I’m thinking?” He asked himself quietly in fear and trepidation. ”Is it the sound of Amah warriors approaching?” He continued to ruminate. He couldn't take any chances. He carefully placed Princess Princess Princess Diana on the ground and crouched down, ready to attack if need be. The sound of rustling bushes grew louder and louder, but to his surprise, it was just a small animal, a bunny for that matter, scurrying away. Jacquard breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the princess once more. “Such a drag. These animals sure can get one a really high blood pressure.” He said to himself, after wh
Jacquard was relieved that he had finally found some water. As he drank, he could feel his energy returning, and he knew that he needed to act quickly to save Princess Diana . He ran back to her side and gently placed his hand on her forehead. She was burning up, and he knew that time was running out. "Your Highness, can you hear me?" he asked, his voice trembling with fear. There was no response, and Jacquard felt his heart sink. He sprinkled some water on her face, hoping that it would wake her up. Slowly but surely, Princess Diana 's eyelids began to flutter, and she opened her eyes. She looked up at Jacquard , and for a moment, he could see the fear in her eyes. "Don't worry, Your Highness," he said, trying to sound as reassuring as possible. "I'm here to protect you. Just take it easy and drink some water." He held the water up to her lips, and she took a few sips. Jacquard could feel the tension in his body starting to ease as he saw her regain some strength. They couldn't st
Jacquard could still feel the weight of the princess pressing on his back as he moved further, making every step more difficult than the last. He could feel the heat of the sun bearing down on him, the sweat trickling down his face, mixing with his tears, and he just wished it would all end already. He couldn't help but think that they were doomed, that they would never make it out alive. But then he remembered his training, his years of preparation for a moment like this. He couldn't give up now, not when the princess's life was on the line. "Stay with me, Your Highness," he said, his voice strained with exhaustion. "We're almost there." He yelled. But Princess Diana remained unresponsive, her breathing shallow and weak. Jacquard felt a sense of despair wash over him. He couldn't carry her much further, and they were still far from safety. He didn't know what to do. As they continued to run, Jacquard could hear the sound of the Amah warriors getting closer and closer. He felt a
As they continued their treacherous journey, Jacquard's mind was racing with thoughts. “Could this be the end? After all I have gone through alongside my brother Jacquard ? Never! I won’t allow that. I promised mom I’ll be back. No! We will be back!” He swore to himself as encouragement. He couldn't afford to let the princess down. He had been tasked with her safety, and he was determined to see it through to the end. He could feel her weight on his shoulders dropping on every single one of his nerves, applying pressure on his well bred muscles and tendons, and he knew that if he stumbled, they would both fall. The adrenaline was pumping through his veins, but it was starting to wear off. The pain in his legs and back was becoming unbearable, but he pushed through it. "Are you okay, Jacquard ?" Princess Diana's voice was weak, barely audible over the sound of his footsteps. He was running as silently as possible to avoid any sneak attack… that was one of the military logics of the