Zjjan Master 22 Sp03 05, Introduction Of The Story

Continuing scream of war cry from the platoons heading without break, with the current intention is to pa.s.s throughout the great wall of Jelfyr.

Lladamak and some of his platoons notice a female standing solely. Wearing the torn white royal dress, her face is disgusted and angry. They've laughed except for Lladamak who recognizes her. He becomes like a ghost as he stops, while other norims pa.s.s through him—he's dreaded.

A sudden gust bursts and draws those many people into the air, those who are unable to escape; however, Lladamak manages to disappear. He feels the guilt.

The gust becomes ice, freezing those many people it has taken in the air, and it proceeds, pursuing those who manage to escape despite of their resistance yet horrified. The queen is merciless, that's what overwhelmed the soldiers around and nearby the front walls.

Meanwhile, a weird man— having a sharp face, long tongue, messy hairs, and long fingernails as described —endures the attack and he sets foot on Jesifer's back, aiming on her heart with his hand dowsed by a purple sticky substance. The queen manages to evade it… The man fills with more amazement.

Upon that time, artilleries from the woods fire their arrows, spears, and other projectiles targeting Jesifer. Those projectiles just disappear into the thin air— infecting those artilleries even more overwhelmed —worked by Jelfyr Shadow Army.

The weird man, in berserk, continues his attack. He's grinning, l.u.s.ting something, with his insane pleasure of excitement. Mysteriously Jesifer is unable to fight back. By the help of the wind, clothing around her body, she can manage to evade him instead.

"Hey! What's wrong? Fight back! I have been waiting for this! Don't disappoint me!" has yelled by the weird man, a little bit dismay.

In modestly— "Cut this out. It won't bring us anywhere."

"Ha, ha, ha, if I landed a hit, I win right?"

Amused— "Unfair for me if I allow it. Not in a century."

He stops, as Jesifer has stopped. Cool wind blow goes on, as the soldiers are yelling her royal t.i.tle along with praise and song. "You're quite popular, are you young queen of Jelfyr?"

"Who are you?"

"I came from above the clouds."

Enlightened to her mind— "Dandia's ruler, huh?"

He's grinning maliciously. "Those were bold lies in order to manipulate your unexposed mind about the truth! He killed a group of norims every year. Those people, who failed his expectation, were slaughtered!" He laughs loudly. "That was why, I killed him. He the person you called ruler."

"What are you plotting?"

"Wow, such a calm perspective, notice? People inside those ices disappear?"

"Release them at once! It's just a temporal punishment of mine!" —as her palm she points to his face, whereas the lights are emitting around her body while her hair dances in the wind.

Filled by more amus.e.m.e.nt, the man laughs loudly. "You're quite a s.a.d.i.s.t, young queen. Don't use the swint ultimate or you will lose everything instead." These words drag her to be curious about his knowledge.

She obeys as she remains calm until her soldiers reaches them. Those soldiers are keeping silent, respecting the conversation.

The weird man jumps and lands above the ice as Maritis appears to Jesifer side. "Forgive me, he has a high prediction," has whispered by Maritis to her highness.

"What will you do with them?" has asked by Jesifer to that stranger.

"Hostage, obvious." And silence embodies around. "As the one entrusted warding this current numbers of your kind, I challenge you to bring me a norim who is ten times much stronger than me, and defeat me to a one on one battle! Throughout then, you'll gain the pa.s.sage exited to this safe zone and know the truth lurking onto the outside world! I give you a half Month!"

"What if we lose?"

"I'll sink this island to h.e.l.l."

"And if I failed this deadline?"

"A blood will rain from above from one of the held hostage!" Loudly, he has threatened, implying for a rush, and he laughs insanely and disappears living them silent.

Maritis didn't jest for her highness is in deep thoughts.

The queen walks— as her soldiers give way —heading to the woods.

The commander, who commanded the troops, goes near to Maritis and he asks. She gives him a fine and acceptable reply that their majesty is okay.

The clouds start to gather and thunders crawl above the sky. The boomings become violent until the clouds turn darkish gray—eventually pour rain, easing Jesifer's mind, however, her feelings stings in pain.

Manipulated by the rulers, huh. Such words are echoing to her mind however tarnished the righteousness that she has been believed, since they've been deceived. Moreover, she remembers how her mother offered herself to create a barrier restraining any norim on venturing near the ma.s.sive contaminated fog…

Be calm, listen, and a.n.a.lyze

consider and reconsider

brainstorming for the good outcome