Spoiler: RR version
A Wrong Choice
The vulture's eye-like eyes, where pupils are constructing wherever the vision sights, from a teenage Fange boy, above the tree branch, who has tasked on surveying for a place to rest. His vision settles at the glistering lake. His judgment declares. “I've found a nice one!” he has yelled to two men, sized as ants since they are seen at from afar, who are standing on the ground. Behind those two men is the gathering of the member of the caravan.
The tight grip of his hand allows him to move down onto the huge body of the very tall ancient tree with ease each time he has reached to another branch.
Onto the ground, a man, near to a long-bearded elder man, speaks, “It won't be long we'll reach Jelfyr.” His name is Sabdian Malkanak, the head manager.
The boy, with his feet, he slides down... As he can feel his boots heated up; he then runs as he's heading down.
The long-bearded elder man caresses his beard softly as his eyes are a sign of his wisdom and his silence is significance of his intelligence.
The teenage boy jumps and his body is surrounded by wind, cushioned as he glides and hovers above the ground.—revealing the boy's inheritance of an Emode. He has landed and he then kneels one knee.
The man, Sabdian, heads near and spanks the boy's head. “Even though, you are a son of a blacksmith, thou shall not act carelessly.”
“Sorry...”
“Give me the details, Ajim,” has asked by the long-bearded elder man.
“There is a lake in the plane, not far away at the High Pick Cliffs.”
This elder man hasn't stop caressing his beard. “It's decided, we'll rest there when we reach the place.”
“Can I be off now?” has asked by the boy. Sabdian nods back. Regaining his freedom, the boy, Ajim, runs to a gang of young kids, dancing, acting a play. He has having an argument to a girl whilst that girl grabs his hand restraining him while he's persistently trying to join their activity.
After the message of decision to move again reaches to every member; the caravan is on its feet again.
Time passes, way back at the lake, as it reaches noon. “Jaino, if you won't go serious, you won't learn how to control them,” Criselia has said to the man tiredly breathing lying on the ground.
Pant, pant, and pant, his face and arms are full of rushes. “Heaven, if, I, can, survive. (pant, pant, pant) Look, if I dash, I instantly bump to somewhere. And when I'm concentrating, I felt like I can't wake up. And when I'm exceeded thinking to dash into a certain place, I feel like being suck somewhere. Are you killing me with my movements?”
The lady props his fist above Jaino's chest. “See, have a bit courage of yours. Trust your souls. You can make it.”
“Now, you’re telling me they are my souls.”
“When they've merged in yours successfully; they aren't foreign anymore. They are part of yours. Although, I'm the real owner; all I can do is located them. The only way to return them to me is, you return it to me.”
“So, I'm not just a norim anymore?”
“Of course, you're still... It won't affect your genes...” Criselia gazes somewhere eastward on what Jaino believes. “What are they?”
This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.
Jaino sits, and hiddenly, he smiles. “They are Dandia's famous entertainers.”
When the caravan has reached the lake, Jaino and Criselia receive a heartfelt welcome, as they are invited by its members for a rest. The elder man offers them for change clothes and Jaino mischievously entrusts the payment to Kilie's office.
Ajim, who finds Criselia quite a goddess, grabs Criselia's hand and proposes her to the theatre.
The council of the organization amazes on Criselia's beauty, and after some interrogation, the lady has requested for a solo dance.
As the drums grumble, and trumpets emit intensifying sound; clapping, cheering are in the air as the magnificent melody of the intro has made the crowds applause and cheer as the lady is seducing the eyes of every witness.
Chillers from the harmonious vocals of the expert women and the horrifying bass of the fat men along by the tardily swaying movement of the mannequin-like doll-like Criselia are enveloping to everybody's senses.
The spectators amaze to how this lady can sway along with the music. The way she moves— with the slow motion of her body as she raises slowly; while her left fingers have propped on her heart; and while her other arm is swirling to the right where her fingers serially follow the thumb —is quite amazing.
The wind caresses Criselia's hair; it emits a chill shivering in the spines of the audiences, as it unfolds her glamorous neck.
Staring—stunned— at her beauty, Jaino thinks, Is she really an old hog? A question lately emerges in his mind, why he does he feels he's attracted, as he hasn't even realized he's licking his lips.
The outstanding performance has ended and applauded by the spectators—now are standing. Causing a hard ruckus from the clatters of their hands, the members of the theatre council and the spectators surround Criselia for praise.
After the event, Criselia and Jaino are invited to come a long with the caravan, since they're heading to same destination. However, Jaino denies the offer since the caravan is routing in the High Pick Cliff that would take one day of travel. The refusal has seconded by Criselia.
They've parted ways as Criselia and Jaino are left behind while Ajim is waving his hand for a goodbye yet leaving a prophecy that they'll meet again someday.
The sun releases a healthy caring rays, indicating the hour of midafternoon. The two sit on the rock and Jaino taps Criselia's hand. “Hey—” The lady promptly escapes her hand from Jaino's touch and she gazes at Jaino; she just smiles back. “—I've got some hard drink here. I loan it from the barman.”
With the bottle of liquor he's shown to Criselia along with the marbled shot glass. “You're going to attack me, after I've lost my conscious?”
“Please! I'm not interested! Come, let's drink! I first.” The darkish violet texture of the liquor emits a strong friendless aroma as it has being poured to a shot glass; Jaino drinks.
“Then, I'll continue my story then.” She smiles, seems happy. “I was strolling somewhere in the city. And I'd noticed, someone had been tailing me, so I'd headed in the alleyway of the large store buildings. (gulp, gulp)
“The stalker was a child. He was confused since I'd disappeared from his track.
“I'd startled him from behind, yet he attacked me with the knife.
“Of course it was easy to hinder. I told him; Child, you can't kill me with this funny thing. He was crying and yelled to me all of his feelings. It revealed, he was a survivor from the family that I murdered before. (Gulp, dizzy) It burns... Hey! Whys too fast?"
“Sigh, just drink and continue your story. It becomes more interesting.”
The wind suddenly turns ominous, as the place starts to silent. The howls of wolves echo as the very bit of growls are hardly heard from their location.
“I taunted that child with foul words. It was so amusing, so soothing, seeing someone who was hopeless. Ha ha ha ha!”
“You're cruel...”
“I'm not that cruel... He submitted himself to me, since I asked him to become stronger and kill every head in the current dynasty. (gulp, dizzy)
“I told him that I'd teach him, educate him, but he must kill himself after the tasked, leaving only his child as the next generation leader on their kingdom.”
“Do you think he can understand?”
“Jaino, try observing at those children playing, they can understand life more than of what we can interpret.
“Well... (dizzy) he accepted my proposal,
“He was —hic— immersed to revenge. Where are you going?”
“I'm letting out some stream!”
“Why are you heading to the forest?”
“I rather die! than allowing you to peek!”
“Eeehhh? —hic—.”
The woman lies her face to the rock... She examines the bottle of liquor and she touches the mouth. She twirls it and stops. Her eyes gaze at the text,
Warnings! For men only.
She laughs, as she awaits Jaino—who never comes back. A group of wolves, surround her, are grunting and growling intensely intimidatingly.
Jaino thinks, Like I'd stick my nose to some dangerous person. I rather live a life peacefully alone. As the attempt escape has successful. He runs with ease, freely, despite of the danger.
“Jaino —hic— I like you more and more. Even such a futile attempt —hic— you've made things interesting,” Criselia has said.
Submissive to own principle
Journey to known right and belief
Be happy, we briefly exist
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