When the colors of midday are bright and beautiful, the sea moved quite aloft to reflect its sunshine amidst a stern cloud.
King Raven and Queen Dester were standing tall and wondering sharp at the forefront of the seashore waiting for the messenger atop a dragon's back to return. The coast was bounded by the Selizel's forty feet tall, strong, and glimmering amber sand walls that are deemed to be enchanted with fervid magic for it to refract any destruction. The people of Kingdom Sicaris do not believe nor have faith in any gods that rely upon the book, nor in the prominent Altars of the realm that is believed that the soul of the gods and goddesses ponder resides, waiting for the day when the world tastes its judgment.
The Sicarian people worship the Dragons that defend their Kingdom. They are keeping their hands away from any statues, hieroglyphs, books, and rumors as long as there is one, hatching or either flying amongst them. The graceful visitor of Reviathan, like others of his kind people, worships the written heroes dwell in the Angels and the Fallen, as well as the two major inscriptions of watchers of the divine beings that lived their days to put onto history. In the Lone Vessel of the World and When the Dreams Collapsed, rumors have been said by the warlocks that powerful malefic force is locked within its pages. It was so sacred and secure that even others who wanted to put their hands on it never arrived to accomplish their dreams.
The surprising warmth of the sunlight and the diffuse glow led them to talk face to face while appreciating the light of day and the fierce it gave from the ship beyond the bay [https://img.wattpad.com/a5abb5ec487d42a97f82fd95336c8f793646e1bf/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f3953726b6e4e78392d47355658673d3d2d313330323835363135322e313733656362396465346134313538613234343533373838333131332e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
The surprising warmth of the sunlight and the diffuse glow led them to talk face to face while appreciating the light of day and the fierce it gave from the ship beyond the bay. The two uprising successors of the throne are at the seashore, forgetting all that is needed to be done in the midday feast; feeling the breeze and sea waves like a tender song to their ears.
Queen Dester: I never assume you will come, not until I felt your aid before it has begun.
King Raven: An immediate concern that lets me choose to save a Queen's City. That is what the sovereigns have to do, wasn't it? It is to help each other. It was not your fault that the City was near ruins, but the opposite side. The guilt is in the head of who's in charge of this carnage.
Queen Dester: As far as I can tell, you are a far more trusted King than the previous one, he was so selfish that it seems that he belongs to the other side. He might be...involved in this.
The King quickly turns away in disgust at the allegation and quickly turns back again to her with slight of a joking smirk. King Raven Venalia was clothed with black jerkins above a white doublet and a rounded-tipped poulaine, he settled his heavy armor and furry black cape freckled with white-like droplets of snow in the Queen's chamber as he was bid to do so; wishing to be relaxed beyond a heavy carriage of wearing. The Queen manages to be comfortable beside him as well as loves the breeze that welcomes them. She dressed in an open white skirt from her breast to her legs with a brown hue and black by the clouding ashes. A dress suited just like how she wanted the liveliness of the sea to penetrate her skin.
King Raven: Don't let your accusations be cast here and there, he might've not known of the accident as he was busy sliding the pages of books inside the Throne Room. One thing I must say...What of it that I am the most likable? Don't you remember that I killed a man in front of many to make me sit on a corpse? He I see, was a great ruler until he got targeted and was frail.
Queen Dester: The man you killed sinned, and so did the previous ruler. We should see an entertaining public execution using your powerful sword, but I am hoping for it to be wielded at him.
King Raven: A dragon can melt a sword, your grace, our messenger should've been the Queen.
Queen Dester: Yes, if she showed well enough of her power to execute a thing of evil just like what you did. That person was an example of cancer, and that sword you possess was a rare cure for it.
They gradually grumbled their tongue like stone and lay it on the sand with sleeping aggression. They started to face each other rather than the endless blue sea that stares at both. However, the King cannot contain himself to fix his eyes on her, hands behind his back and sighing as seem he was dismayed. He kept looking beyond the Queen with a full stern but to the natural caring that surrounds them.
Queen Dester: Look at me now Raven, the sea cannot talk nor can it argue. Listen to me, you joined the rivalries of succession to secure yourself to the throne you're willing to accept, then here you are repenting on what you're freely given.
King Raven: You're just talking about your royal lineage now, my Queen. Your predecessor's fate must've chosen the eldest one in the bloodline. You are the second-born in the Saneya's living clan, there was a reason for it I suppose. So may I ask, why do they keep cheering for you instead for your brother when the coronation took place?
The Queen first took a step back for a little and never said a single word. Raven lends out a hand, feeding her for their dying aid, but she never expected him, or even anybody that comes in her way to question her royalty. Queen Dester decimated the chance to bring wrought to his belittling dispute of honor, and so she chose to slide away her feet from him. A clam of white seem to close and her pale pearl concealed, there she thought of her clan's secret prospect of their succession and eventually told him the truth.
Queen Dester: During the Battle of Nezermag, my King Father Ethrenil, was known to break the ruling of Gods and Goddesses of true magical power. He restored Ryleigh of Crystalys' throne by taming the mythical beasts that she left for which he has the capability of it, even though some of them are deemed impossible to love. He brought himself and his dragon to war against Kingdom Orbitaris. As everyone knows by now the reason why he was furious was to make the people feel lay awake, and the army of mine stand against the enemy.
King Raven: Tell me more about it, for I am not certain of his desire to fight against them. I am open to any discussion and I swear it won't pass to other ears but mine only.
He noticed the Queen never take a single glimpse of him. The King took her hand as slow, and he felt comfortable as the soft palms seems to be a woolen pillow above the sheets of roses. But on the brink, she suddenly takes it away. Hearing her sighing like the tearing of the strings of a harp, begging herself to force the tears to never drop like a mirrored barrier against a gushing flood of restless water. A sigh of relief he suppose, as his fingers drive the tears away from her blushed cheeks in advance.
Queen Dester: It seems that you only focus on the Tales about your homeland, but here it is. My Father mourned his pet when it died of old age. A colorful Faerie Dragon he named Pelyntra, he was so loved of the little beast that he even made an artifact to remember her for the rest of his journey. A Talisman was made by the most wealthy jeweler of this City, for which he requested that his Dragon's eye of tidal blue should be inscribed onto a silver chain. We assume him crazy when he believed that...that Talisman can bring hope to release the darkness that was planted in this world, but that doubt faded away. "It will be a weapon to put an end to the undying conflict between the two lands for centuries," said he. From the beginning of the Immortal Era and to the Ages of Enigma of mankind, never a mortal came across a rumor for an eye to be an actual opener of independence.
She paused for a long to cast away her sadness, putting time for the dread to be washed away within the shore. Imagine the long-lost enchanted Talisman kept by her father before he died in the war.
(Depiction of the Eye of Pelyntra ringed in a silver chain [https://img.wattpad.com/775a51e1e836b3968cf4627de8fc6a2df7a3ee37/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f5136736657736f56353132736f513d3d2d313330323835363135322e3137336662363161383133313365313338333234373034333938342e706e67?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
(Depiction of the Eye of Pelyntra ringed in a silver chain.)
The King sheltered the cold embrace with her, the chilled breeze of midday polished his heart with living hope, whilst a call for something as a great starting achievement. That thought he imagined can restore his honor to his predecessor of old blood, the second and the last heir of the Stallify Family. The frail Lord chooses to dwell in the Throne Room, amassed with Legends and Myths rather than forcing himself to sit on the dead throne. He is reading them one by one as the thing writes on the pages itself without the use of any material, or any man could ever cast in advance.
His eyes went wide and glimmered as if the stars were near them. The burnt ashes turned into flames again. The King's burning desire to aid her from the deep wound she repelled for many nights and nights to follow. A prideful smirk and his strength regained aloft with a hint of doubt. Like throwing a pile of other combustibles into the hearth of Queen Dester; reconquering the light after it died by the darkness.
King Raven: So that is the inception of all this trouble? A Talisman from a Faerie Dragon started it all?
Queen Dester: It's not a standard Talisman that is bought and worn to impress other people with how prosperous you are. It is true, that the Eye of Pelyntra in the Talisman can reveal each key to free the long-prisoned creators of the World. Together, we can conquer these lands, and it will be as if everything never happened.
The ruler of the western lands fled his eyes once again, taking all of her words to ear but emission of her insanity. Clipping his teeth to his mouth, and never spew a single word. Looking up at the sky that tends to mourn, like them, it was blue as the sea but polluted with darkness. Observing whatever he must to give time for any response within the uncanny ambiance.
King Raven: You are indeed a sweet Queen, Dester, but it was not right to bring down peace for your father's greatness...your greatness.
Then he noticed her motion, fierce and deathly as the undead. She stood with gest but never crossed her arms, staring like a tormented soul beside him whilst he never knew what is the fault of his reply. She opened her mouth that seem to gape way for the chilling mist, bringing a low voice with a cunning whip of tone.
Queen Dester: You do not know what I meant, there is more for you to learn. You never really knew my Father was a Domimancer, the rarest kind of wizard in this world. He can summon creatures, Soul Bind; a magic spell that controls a person or a creature, by searing into its mind and he can move it at his will. The Enchanted Taming as he calls it can make all beasts that you can ever think of to love him with a single touch. His greatness above all was worth sacrificing, wasn't it? And here you are, not knowing how much would cost for a mortal to gift such precious powers. That is why the Gods granted him the seat above all the Sicarian People during the Age of Enigma.
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That is why the Gods granted him the seat above all the Sicarian People during the Age of Enigma [https://img.wattpad.com/0c9037f819b41c7343e2eac92c4a5cca89c6a8c6/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f764f5f37674867796772345656673d3d2d313330323835363135322e313734303861393233336663633864313733353432303333303235362e706e67?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
(King Ethrenil Saneya soul-binding a dead Troll during the Battle of Nezermag)
He supposed a similar thought and keeping of common folk. It was very rare for a mortal to practice mind control and spawning, for such to image a Domimancer from their minds was indeed even difficult. The King himself confessed that he never knew the looks of the light from the swirling chain that shackles their mind, and its soul is confined into complete domination of their true Master. After all, she said, Raven rue the day he never brought himself and his Slarkine Sword into the battlefield. When Nezermag ceased the silence between the darkness that lies in the east of Orbitaris and the army of mages and dragon riders of Sicaris.
King Raven: Well then, I apologize my Queen. I've noticed that it is deceiving, a sad generation of people struggling to survive through smiling faces was one of my realizations. But then, we must forget what dwells in the past and we'll focus on what is needed now; The Talisman of Pelyntra.
Queen Dester: That tale doesn't matter anymore, the gems you must gather throughout Northrom were indigent. And that plenty darkness fades, but only if we will be...together.
The heat of her voice was lashed with pain and fire, driving the course of her sentiment onto the dead ashes. He felt her way of tightening the eyelids to break off the tears, longing to drop into the sands carrying many histories of the awakening entities of life and death. Over the clouds passed in the wind of the high noon, the heat never repelled as King Raven knew what she meant.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, the sinking of the Queen's heart ceased and the embrace answered with a surge of tidal warmth like the ocean around their vanguard. He put himself forward to make her head layaway; he kissed her gently, and carefully while the rest of her words were put to lost against his mouth. Then when he reaches atop her lips, there piles the spectrum of intensity that she clings to him as though the only solid thing in their unforgiving world. He heard her groan softly, and in that tone echoed hope, low in her throat, and then his arms circled her tighter as if she was the only living gift that he can dare hope for...forever. They suddenly rolled over on the sands tangled together, and at last, the kissing grew even warmer and everything goes oddly quiet, like the moment of silence between lightning and thunder amid dawn.
When the sun calls down, they halted the bliss of their tongues whilst their heart keeps on pounding. The smile she carved was gorgeous as if he needed another taste of its sweetness. Her eyes lay awake but it is wearily beautiful, an orb of vivid colors that is no match within the billion stars veiled behind the clouds above.
Queen Dester: Like what I said to you, King Raven, the sun stares and the darkness faded away.
King Raven: If you were a Domimancer like your Father, I would gladly be a slave of your heart without question.
Queen Dester: Ohh, how sweet is that baby, Raven? But I don't have the energy to study what he calls...I don't recall much...uhm something like...Entering the mind of creatures by this and that name of an author.
King Raven: You flatter me like a child now your grace, but starting today I declare I was your man. But that book? Forget about it, all I need to focus on is how to go deep down... into a dragon's den if you know what I mean.
Queen Dester: There are a lot of dragons in the den. I'll say sorry for you to wait long enough for them to fly away, then until I am all alone and we can do whatever we wanted to do.
She kicks in her humor hidden behind the stern, her laughter was like a piece of music to him, and her teasing acts by pinching his cheeks multiple times made all self-conflict wither into nothing. The shore washed away again, and the sun was a striking array of pure light in their spot. The shining radiance seems to touch him like it was from the hand of his admiration. They stood up quickly, wiping away the sand that hang onto their clothes, but then the joy of love hides cruelty, the sun crept away again swiftly, and they begin to feel that they are being watched behind the gaps of the towering walls.
The King was alerted of something that sounded like a wood cracking beneath the sheet of water, but he noticed the Queen never flinched as if she is been in the same event before. They swivel their eyes in the direction of the sea, but there floats none. The towering amber sandstone behind them presented nothing but pale silence, but the entity it is indeed dwelling in the sea. As careful as she was and as silent as a cat beneath the canvas of sand, Dester held his hand, and everything that Raven felt was pure comfort within his hands, but pure terror in the eyes that looks up above the anger of nature. Her voice heard was over the wellness of a chirping bird, it was songlike from a lyric he could never know before.
Queen Dester: Do you know what that was my King? The clouds perhaps were telling us something urgent to do. The shadows that were cast is telling us to go inside my chamber, it was cold, going dark, and the best we can do is to continue and get warm together.
When the world sinks and the sun stows away, veiling the clouds of untold darkness. They began to skitter quickly along the tracks while holding her soft hands still. The path they took towards going back to Egareth's Castle was waving apart. It is dusted by ashes from the magic fire of a dragon and its decayed blood that was dealt by the incident. Then at that moment, Raven's world seems to stop and his likeness of granting joy is slowly withering. He noticed the Queen seem to not care, completely stashing away the pain and grief apart from her, mending and committing herself to reach the black feathers in the winds of wishes. Then suddenly, when their feet came across the black wasteland, he halted for a moment when the dread spilled once more. King Raven felt a single kindred touch of the wandering souls that are lost from the scorching world.
(The burned part of Egareth City, depicted in the story) [https://img.wattpad.com/dc8e7a7eae959833f660c42dcbb0523892dddf8e/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f4d6e4b74724b4a4a4531436345413d3d2d313330323835363135322e313734323030336337346337626262353534333138383637333735302e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
(The burned part of Egareth City, depicted in the story)
But the Queen's embrace was immorally magnificent, her stare made him lose himself to a celestial plane of negligence beyond the chaotic fields of Egareth. The Gods gave him a choice, both in the place where he waits for her brother's message, as well as the messenger's perspective of his brother's ruling.
King Raven: This is an order kept by love rather than fear, there is much time for this, people needed us at this time.
Queen Raven: What do you mean now?
Raven's voice was low, almost whispering, his contempt to save her city was in demand.
King Raven: We look at our history as a depiction of war and peace, we see these truths at the heart of the matter. It is in our eyes now my Queen, the spot is in near ruins. They.needed.us.
The world holds no more of its breath when his voice goes deep and low. The fire trembles suddenly, and the smoke increases its gut, shaking the sphere upon the heavens and opening the gates of hell between their voices. The sweet scents and senses, the blood lusts once more while the field burned and was unstable on its own. The people of Egareth they see were carrying large iron buckets and wooden casks full of water, diffusing the remaining small fires surrounding the affected area. The corpse of ashes and living embers, large and withered, covered with black corrosive blood coming from the supposed poison arrow. Its wings were submerged on the ground like a planted crop of the underworld. All of its flesh was gone; eyes, the internal organs, everything. King Raven saw the others, like him, looking at the dead with pure sympathy and odd admiration of a fallen defender of the south.
(Withered corpse of a Patrol Dragon, should've been surrounded by structures based on the story) [https://img.wattpad.com/7638519bb1be870ab903d86a1fe835ee1d8f9bb5/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f54556234374a78674441713651673d3d2d313330323835363135322e313734323032393135653833333836393635363938363030373238342e706e67?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
(Withered corpse of a Patrol Dragon, should've been surrounded by structures based on the story)
Queen Raven: The time runs, as you let it run. The possibilities, and opportunities, come along until time takes them away from us. We only need to go when that girl Hallery comes back, and when she did knock in our chamber, it is the time when we must act.
King Raven: What about this? We must join them in fixing the ruins, forget and rebuild our prideful place to put fear in the eyes of the enemy.
Queen Raven: We have time for that, but for now, spend a little for me.
She squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth, but the King reads her aura quickly like a book above his warm hands. Raven clutched her neck gently and pulled her chin upward with his thumb and pointing finger, and upon her pond-still eyes containing the glimmering pile of stars. He glanced back at the disarray, the tangled, twisted woods and metal around the known sphere of peace, planting mortification in the eyes of the Dome at the distant west of their stead. As though she gave a reasoning of her momentary pleasure, he nodded, pleading to follow her tracks towards the castle doors. The smoke was a shadow to their front; a near resemblance of their fate upon a bottomless pit as it was swaying on their northwest path. The bronze shining castle door awaits at the high stairs of counted twenty, never turning aside and never a row. When the old storms grew faint and the sun rays shone, he perceived the belief that there is no duty to underrate as the duty of making someone happy.
As soon as they have gone to the last step of the stairs and whilst feeling as though conquering the whole landscape of the dawn; King Raven managed to see the Dome clearly below the watchers such as the clouds. In his mind he muttered how he painted it in words, but when he asked the Queen which she was looking at it too, a vaulting central of Egareth City. It was a colossal crystal of Northrom, mere a sphere that is buried halfway into the world. It was higher than the statues, castles, mountains, and altars that he ever saw. She answered the description of the structure: five hundred meters tall with a diameter of seven hundred. Carved and built with a hexagonal design higher than a human but smaller than a cave troll. All of the hexagons that create the dome seem to repel the light and convert it into a misty prism of color like the glimmering river flow under the sun.
Queen Dester: It seems that you're having a great heap of praise for the great structure that Sicarian people have ever built. Don't you worry, when the night falls and the wolves howl, the dome speaks with the starlight and there you'll see its majesty aiming above the sky.
The voice proudly swirled from her delighted mouth while the hint of smoke still plumed, covering the eastern view for a slight. One of the tallest wonders of the world stands in the eastward distance from the city capitol, strong and shining. Dester told that there was one book that tells the histories of all great structures that different races built at the time. From the Age of Immortality and onto its fall, when the world shook and the climate changed, they stood strong still when all things corrupted in its time.
King Raven: And so you are right, I will do the things to make you happy, to prevent you from falling towards this hell hole.
Queen Dester: It's just a little, follow me.
King Raven heard her voice, a lusty end with a good wink on its tip. The Queen suddenly pulled her towards the Castle Door, eyes away from the flames of their destiny which awaits them before they finish. They passed the guards in a full rush, backing away and looking confused about what was happening. Their faces were damped with smiles, looking at each other like the attribution of light between the dark moon and the bright sun. Without the presence of the King and Queen's counsel in the hall of the feast, and the blooming hanging gardens of the Capitol, they unwrapped each other's garments quickly without even stepping into the chambers first.
They observed the room, full of glamour and brightness from the grand window where the light cast exactly at the warmth of white sheets. They rolled in the bed, warm, naked, and wet. He began to reach inside her mouth and down low towards her chest. Raven felt Dester's hands pulling his damped hair when his tongue touched the pink, aroused tip of her nipple. Then the dead silence is shut when the taste of all pleasure raptured, echoed in the entire chamber hall. Raven Venalia began to descend once more until his hands be clutched on her hips, and when the time he started to taste her wet and warm lip below, he felt her pelvis start to rise from the bed and another wail of glee be told. It took some time to make her roll when she was ready, taking herself high and sitting upon his abdomen with full lust within her eyes. Dester Saneya kissed him again, striking suddenly like lightning but slow and rhythmic like a harp that growls.
Raven felt himself inside those warm and wet lips, it felt so good that his breath is been taken away. She drove herself harder into him while his lip was dragged before him. She was whining with pleasure and it was so good. She would climax right away, but he kept on, slowing herself until it was his time to be on top of her. He pushed her knees high up in the sky, and then the knot at the root of his manhood seems to melt on fire. He shouted when he came, she was catching her breath, trying to say something. She had come a second time and she wanted him to stop, but a man knows what a woman's eyes tell, he did not halt until the wolves howl and the dragons fly.