CHAPTER I: DOOMS OF DECEIVE (4)
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CHAPTER I: DOOMS OF DECEIVE (4)
“You will pay for what you´ve done!”
“Amsiret wait!”
“Do not mourn as I speak!” exclaims the king. “This is the meeting, of your end!”
An eerie sound ran through the curtains at night; coming to life among the dark meadows. Those where the footsteps of royalty were found for their return. The son of the plasma was the first to recognize them, as he was behind; He knew immediately that they came from the abandoned woman, and his nerves began to race through his conscience. He tried to search for his father, but he seemed to be far ahead of him, so he slowly allowed himself to be carried away by the curiosity of destiny. The waves of the cold wind flew in the form of the echo of the divine courses, as he heard the screams again, very close to him. Piercing the soul of the prince of Aravir.
He began to probe the nearby trees. The walk took him towards a lateral grove, coming from the essence of the depths. A silence remained for a few moments. And from a field full of giant killer mushrooms, a woman sprouted from them; completely wounded, desperate, falling into the unexpected arms of the prince of the southern kingdom.
“You need to help me, Iram!” exclaims Pasithea. “He´s following me! Please!”
“Who´s following you?” asks Iram.
“It´s the God of Air!” shouts Pasithea. “I can´t fight him! Just please Iram, help me out! I´m begging you!”
“Why´re you so confident with me?” says Iram, as they move aside. “You´re too familiar. Have we met before that river?"
“Just please, help me get away from here.” exclaims Pasithea. “He wants to kill me!”
“But why?”
“He´s unfairly blaming for the death of the queen,” says Pasithea. “He has killed her!”
“What?!”
“The queen is dead, Iram,” said Pasithea. “The king took her life tonight! I was there, í was the steward of Maram! He knocked her, and drowned in her in the river. And he pushed me too! Now he wants me death, since I´m the only one who knows the truth!”
“You told me you were an exile:”
“I lied!” responds Pasithea. “I just–I don´t trust in your father, and I know he was near. I need to go, he´s not going to rest till he finds me, and I can´t defend myself! This crime will be thrown away, and the truth will never be spoken! He will incriminate me!”
The son of the God of Evil looked at her with hopeful eyes, because, although his mind screamed at him that he would trust her, his heart seemed to sympathize with the injustice that the woman was telling him, in the urgency of the moment. A decision for renewed life, or eternal death.
“What do you want me to do?”
“We need to go to the shores.” shouts the woman. “I must sail to the west, I need to get out of this island!”
“Are you crazy woman?” shouts Iram. “It´s impossible to reach the southern sea without being unnoticed. Aravir is right next to the river lands. The archers will never let you survive the crossroads.”
“Why would they do that?” asks Pasithea. “I didn´t do nothing to them!”
“Once the kingdom knows the queen is death, you will be a thread throughout the island. You will be a betrayal to the southern realm.”
“Isn´t the southern kingdom an indifference to Maram?”
“Not for the king,” responds Iram. “Not for my father; not if it’s of Marlina. If she’s death, and even if what you say is true, is just a matter of time before they target you, for they will believe whatever the king of the north says. They will find you, and they will kill you, for even if the division is clear, the queen was always special to my father´s will.”
“Don’t get me wrong, I hated that woman” continues Iram. “I don´t really care about her. But what you want is impossible. If I help you with this, it’ll be considered betrayal, and punished as one. They´ll tried to find me too, and they will. I don´t know, if you worth this risk. I can´t trust in you. I can´t help you with this.”
“Iram look me in the eyes” exclaims the woman, agitated, grabbing his face. “You have to believe in me. I need to go, I’ve been a slave of this island all my life, there´s no favors for me in here. I´ve fallen into misery, following his rules! Following my loyalty! These gods are unjust; you must know this better than me. I´m scared Iram. I´m afraid what he could do to me. Please, look at me. I need your help.”
The soul of the man connected with the tragedy of her side. The empathetic heart of the prince of Aravir, captivated itself with compassion. The first solarian, stood up with care. His heart was pure, although his appearance seems to tell otherwise. He wanted to help her, but there was something more; there was something he felt, throughout the voice of the woman. She catches him in his feelings. And even if he didn´t wanted to take the risk, it was already too late. For eyes, speak louder than the words.
“I–I can lead you to the river hills.” says Iram. “We were returning to Aravir wither way, so it’s the same route. I can’t deviate too much from my father’s path, but I can convince him to fight the king of the north here. Then we could gain time, but farther on, I will have to meet with him. We shall go in secrecy, but I must tell him first. Hide between the rocks.”
The prince drew his purple-outlined sword, and it emanated a blazing fire. A purple might. He cut a huge stone, and lifted it off the ground; raised its cavity, and there the beautiful mortal took shelter. Iram protected her with an energy field, just above her, and then flipped the stone over.
The son of the southern kingdom, he returned to the nearby lush forest, and began to search for his father; bumps into it, while the god of the air was heard raising dozens of trees in anger, a cataclysm was soon to begin.
"Father," says Iram.
"Where the hell were you?" exclaims Arach.
“There is a frustrated presence in the cool air. And I think I know who it is "
"I also think I know who it is," Arac responds. "But I'm afraid I'm right."
"He is the King of the North, father," says the man. "Is here"
"Are you sure?"
"I missed you to check." says Iram. “Father I could see the fragility of the air numb and arrogant. Trees flying, everywhere. He is engulfed in fury and delirium. "
"Do you think he found out?" Arach asks.
"I don't know, father," says Iram. "What should we do?"
"You will not face this beast." Arach responds. “If you want a war and the war you will have it. But I'm not going to risk my son for this. "
"But father, I want to help!" Iram replies. "I want to fight!"
"I already told you no!" Arach responds. "That vermin wants to surprise us, and he doesn't know we've already surprised him!"
"Go ahead" exclaims Arach. “You follow the sides to the south; continue with the return, I will see you in the Lake of Aniz. "
"I think it's better because of this father," Iram replies. "Inside the Quivel lagoon"
"It's a strange route," Arac responds. "Will you choose there?"
"It is the route I know best father," acclaims Iram. "It is better that we meet, where we know better."
"You're right," Arac replies. "Go then son! I have been putting off that confrontation for many years! "
"But father promise me, if the situation gets complicated, you will leave this place." exclaims the prince. “Divert it to Quivel and there we face it together. I cannot lose you father, I am following your permission, even though it is against my will. Please do the same to me. "
"I promise you son," says Arac. "Now go away. I have dreamed of this day a long time ago. He must have discovered the truth, and he better be. The day of the new war has begun; run away son, you don't deserve to have your father's responsibilities. I'll see it and I'll see you at the lagoon "
The son of plasma power was quickly lost from the place. Among the physicality of or inconceivable, he went to the hidden stone; behind the dark and leafy trees. With his divine powers, he lifted the hollow stone quickly, and extended his hand to the pink haired mortal who lay uncertainly within it.
"It's now or never," says Iram. "Let's get out of here!"
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