The shade of a Sorcerer. Havila.
"I have no idea who she thinks she is."
He started, his eyes hurriedly ransacking the inn of the sorcerer. He didn't know whether or not to trust the man. Though he had never seen him before. But he was hoping and believing that the man would be the end of their problem. That he would put a stop to the terror of the crazy lady, Lailah.
After the death of Aohen two days ago, they had commenced another search for Lailah again. They had been inspired by the emperor that twas the doings of Lailah. The emperor had said,
"She's too dumb not to leave a track behind."
And during the search had they found that sorcerer who said to had come from Kula in search of Lailah. Twasnt so hard to believe. The king of Kula was killed by Lailah, so the sorcerer had come to avenge. He should do anything to stop Lailah. He looked s
The Palace. Havila. "Who is he?" The Emperor's face could lift up the guard knelt before him and fling such into the thin air. His long face trained by determination and the need to seek vengeance. The urge and the thirst for revenge had marred to what extent his mental horizon could expand. "Great emperor, he says he is the sorcerer of the great king of Kula." The emperor stood up at that. His stern face contoured into worry, "How can that be? What guts does she have? To think she can kill me the manner at which she had killed that warrior? She should be some inexperienced Nymph." He cussed, swelling in rage. If rage was a balloon which was inflated, he could had bursted. That was how pissed off and angered he was. He walked down the throne and stood before the guard. He looked to the right
Inside a tree. Still Havila. "Where have you been going these whiles? And are you going again today?" Ja Lia's voice was still and calm. He had gained the peace of mind as well as the will to want to live on. He had been refreshened as well as seen to ease. He didn't get the fuss any longer, he only wanted a stance on which he would build upon. He owed Lailah everything, and gratitude was just a part of it. He should be dead by now, but one way or the other, he was still alive. "Of course I'll still leave but twouldnt be but for a while from now." She smiled. He was sure that he had no faintest idea what she had said but he didn't mean to ask her anymore. "I couldn't believe that y'all Nymphs live in a tree." He made an exception. She looked away from him to the in
Before a tree. Havila. "How soothing it is to feel the caresses of the cruel nature again." Ja praised, his face washed by the bellowing breeze sent by the wandering winds. He had his left hand in Lailah's right. Both of them were standing before that tree. "You never left the comfort of nature. You only travelled through channels." She corrected, squeezing his palm gently. She looked at him and he brought his face close. He kissed her. Quite the brief one. "Comes the time to know of few of my arts when I was gone from the tree. Your cherished question." She said. He felt excited at that. But soon, concern splattered across his face. He didn't leave her wondering, "What of the people of Havila? They sure know the both of us and wouldn't be pleased seeing us together." She smiled
The Palace. Havila. "This is just ridiculous." Jim gave up on trying to get to Lailah. He didn't know why Ja was so protective of her. The bitch who had caused all of them such great harm. He wished he could just hold her in his hand, that her blood may be dried. "Let her be." Tzu called at him, but he shot him an odd ogle. He couldn't hold back the cuss, "Have you ever had a choice? You're just being turned about and tossed around as though you don't have brains. Or probably they don't work." Tzu stood up at that. He wouldn't take such insult from his insolent younger brother. "Now let's trade fist. You think you're now a man and can say whatever you want?" Tzu was walking closer to Jim with such long face assorted with determination. &nbs
Before the palace. Havila. "Citizens of Havila." Lailah said for the hundredth time, trying to fight her way around words. Yet the vociferation of the lots kept outweighing her voice, swelling in size and number. All she kept hearing was, "Fuck off bitch!" "We deserve justice!" "Lailah must die!" "All the strangers must go." Lailah at a point was forced to resort to her dark magic but she didn't want to. She wanted everyone to have a shot. A chance of lending his or her voice. The days of anarchy and coercion were gone. But the only thing which could steer the beast in her was if anyone lay their hands on Ja. She might set the fellow on fire. "Die, Lailah, Die!" One of the men hurled stone at h
Inside a tree. Havila. "What were you thinking?" Ja Lia was eating her up with an odd ogle. He wished he could do more than that. If twere possible to scold someone with looks, he would had done exactly that. But she only sat on the bed smiling, probably making a joke of him. He wasn't vexed. He was acquainted with her nuances. "You could had gotten the both of us killed. I'm sure you knew that." He shot. He saw seated on the chair opposite the bed. The room was illuminated with blue rays that day. He sure didn't know how she came up with the tricks. "It's a slap in my face that you still fear whenever you're around me." Her countenance had fallen. Well, you might think she was sad or something close to that, but in no time she could burst out laughing again. Such was her art. 
The coronation. Havila. "I'm not ready for this." Ja whispered into Lailah's ear. He wished he could whisper into her mind and heart and every other parts of her body that would make her take him seriously. She's just too playful and daring. Those should be cute and sweet qualities, but not at that moment. Not on a day, which was called his coronation day. "Are you really sure about this?" She asked to his dismay. He looked at her. He wanted to dismiss the urge to listen to her but he was moved instead. Was she really being considerate? Unusual as it seemed. He stuttered, "Yes. I'm not ready for it. Not today, maybe some other day. I appreciate your effort but I don't have the resources from their tests. Even though I'm yet to know what they are." She smiled and replied, peace splattered on
In the Palace. Havila. "We'll be asking you three questions." One of the chiefs threw at Ja. The chief's expression was betraying and by extension demeaning. Probably his own way of threatening Ja to give up before the time. Ja looked at Lailah who was seated by him. In only her face did he find his comfort. Several other faces betrayed his guts. His will to survive was always shallow whenever he gave them such stare. Or vice versa. Lailah nodded at him and he looked back at the chief and nodded. Not that he couldn't make decisions of his own but... whatever. What was the point of explanation? "Shall we get started?" Another of the chiefs asked him. That was the same question he was asked yesterday before everything went rogue and some of the conspirators broke into the square to ruin him. He didn't want to bring back th