All Chapters of Tales of Devia: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"This is the final boarding call for passenger Camilla Alfaro booked on flight SA073 to Orlando City. Please proceed to gate 2 immediately. The final checks are being completed and the captain will order for the doors of the aircraft to close in approximately seven minutes. I repeat. This is the final boarding call for Camilla Alfaro. Thank you." She was on her toes the moment she heard the call. Camilla was dozing off on a corner when the pre-boarding announcement aired and she missed it. She was finally roused when her name was announced. She mumbled an apology to the staff awaiting her at the gates. She then headed to join the others on the shuttle and apologized politely to the other passengers. It was her first time flying and alone at that, she kept scolding herself in her head for not being alert. What if she hadn't woken up and the plane had taken off? It would have been another exhausting hour of waiting. Not to mention the extra charges for rescheduling. She'd be in rags by

After 15 Devian years, Camilla had built a solid reputation in the small town where she lived. It didn't take her long to learn their language, which sounded Arabic to her ears, and their way of life is very similar to some she knew back on Earth. She had a rough start learning, but she excelled in them by the end.The community let her stay for as long as she wanted, they helped her generously, and they built her a hut and weaved clothes for her. Food was plentiful and never seemed to run out. In return, she made it her job during the day to assist the community. While their parents are at work out in the fields or the sea, she could clean, babysit, and teach the children. She then continues her studies at night. She may be intelligent, but learning a completely different culture takes time. She had immersed herself in studying their politics, culture, science, history, and geography from the town hall which also serves as a library. Though limited, the slave towns in each kingdom's

Movako, Land of Gold Crown Prince Fazan Acheus Movako, raised his sword towards the sky as the thundering roar of the crowd was heard throughout the arena, his opponent lying on the ground writhing in pain. The Imperial Prince bestowed with formidable strength is unrivaled in combat. Known for his intelligence, fearlessness, and unrelenting nature—a born leader revered by all. The citizens of Movako regard him as the perfect prince. But only a few were aware of his tyrannical nature and ruthlessness. He threw down his sword and walked off the field, the mob cheering him on. “You’re Majesty,” his advisor greeted and ushered him inside his quarters “the Emperor has demanded your presence in the royal court.” The prince simpered as he ordered his servants to prepare his bath and went off for the meeting. The current Emperor, Mohart Thaddeus Movako sits impatiently waiting for his son. He couldn’t stand the deafening silence any longer and shouted for his valet; at the same time, Prin

“HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, PRINCESS OF YVEDRA” All attendees as well as the emperor halted their movements with the announcement, their heads strained towards the entrance of the Great Hall. Camilla took a deep breath as she heard the title being announced. She could tell a lot of people are on the other side of the door. She eased herself knowing that no one in this world could have known where she came from or what she was. The doors opened wide and the eager faces of the attendees flooded her sight. Soon, whispers and the sounds of surprise filled the room. She may not be the most beautiful person they’ve seen, but the uniqueness of her beauty, grace, and poise are out of this world. All men gawked at her, while the women leered at her—some with jealousy and some of scrutiny.  “Look at her skin…!” “What’s with her ears… are they even real?” “She doesn’t… a monster at all. She does lo… strange, must’ve… illness.” Camilla had e

Camilla held her breath as the prince snaked his left hand on her lower back their pose similar to a closed dance hold position, except that he is not holding her hand, the other was placed on her waist instead. His stature towering over her small frame. She focused on remembering the steps as she hadn’t learn them well, thinking of it unnecessary. She suddenly felt lightheaded—despite their measured movements—her surroundings growing unsteady ‘must’ve been the drink’. She unintentionally leaned her weight to her partner her palms resting on his shoulders. Bracing herself, she looked at him straight in the eye and realized one thing. “It was you… It was you that night.” “If I was…” “Why? Did you come check me out?” “And if I did…” “Well... I suppose you’re here to apologize then.” “What for?”Camilla is starting to get pissed off with his flagrant attitude and she had it with his condescending tone. “You