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Chapter 2: Mysterious Prophet
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"Princess Schala, the Queen summons you to the throne room," the servant said softly. Schala sighed and replied while thinking, as when she gets there, Zeal will be one step closer to her doom.
"All right, I'll be right there," the princess replied softly with a hint of fear in her voice. As she stepped out from her bed, the servant disappeared behind the golden door. Schala walked quickly after the servant as she led me to the elaborate throne room. The two Mystics were walking quite rapidly on the golden walks, as they passed through the leafy boulevards of the exotic plants that were growing everywhere. Moments passed by, which seemed like seconds, when the two Enlighteneds finally reached the entrance of her majesty's throne chamber.
The obsidian door was right in front of the two Zealians with a crest of Zeal right in the center with amethysts around the edges of the door, switching from one color to another, in a bright rainbow pattern. The dangling red stone pendant hanging from Schala's neck reacted to the door. The lowly servant stepped aside calmly and went into another corridor in the elegant Zeal Palace. The princess took the necklace off slowly and held it in front of the door high. A white radiant light was seen, as it shone from off of the door. The glow of the fierce light faded into the darkness ahead. The luminescence soon faded away also.
She took one step into the pitch-blackness, and Janus came running into the doors from behind. Her lovely lips turned to a brightening smile as he ran into the chamber. Once Schala stepped in, a wave of dread and death hit her powerfully in her mind. There is not an easy way to describe it, but once a Mystic step into the throne room where the Queen dwells, there is a mysterious force that comes up to you and stabs you mentally in your mind and absorbs your sanity and power. This is only one of the reasons why people totally hated coming here. Schala sighed and tried to pull herself together, as she walked slowly to the right side of the fancy throne. There the Queen of Zeal sat menacingly like a demon figuring out her next victim. The demon inside of her.was more than frightening.
Schala looked up at her devil of a mother and could see that she was dressed vibrantly in a rainbow of hues, though she had a heart of black that couldn't care for anything at all except for her own desires and needs. Ever since she had gotten greedy for power, which was when she created Zeal, people have always wondered if she was the Devil herself. Every time the Queen smiles, anyone could easily see the demon spirit in her devil-like smile and eyes. Schala stood there in her spot silently waiting and waiting for someone, anyone to enter. My soul was filled with anxiety as Janus and her stood in our places anxiously. The princess really didn't feel comfortable inside of the dim-lit throne room, alone with her mother, besides Janus. Being at the throne for long can turn you in mindless shells due to its mysterious force. Schala thought about that subject for a moment or two. Perhaps the.Schala was trying not to think about it, for thinking about it might kill you already. She hated her life.so cursed.so much misery.so much pains. For she can barely endure, for the pain that hammers down on her innocent soul to keep it trapped in a cage of torment and despair. Schala looked at Janus and could see that he was thinking the same way.only he didn't have a tortured life. She was happy for him.
Schala and Janus both let out a sigh of relief, which was probably the size of a great typhoon, when the golden throne doors slowly, were pushed open. The Queen's advisor entered the palace as if he owned the place. The Queen's advisor is Dalton. He stepped up to the left side of the throne, which is where he stands every day when the Queen summons her essential people to do all of her dreadful bidding. Schala took a closer look at Dalton and could see that he seems a bit angry...OK, make that REALLY angry.good for him.
The golden doors of the palace swung open once again and the Three Gurus entered, along with Melchoir and Belthasar. All of the three got to choose which side they wanted to be on. The door opened again, and someone different in whom none of them have never seen before, stepped in slowly. Schala looked at him closely and he seemed vaguely familiar. He had hair of blue, so she guessed he was an Enlightened, yet that couldn't be possible, for she had never seen him around in all her life.
I could hear a loud noise that almost sounded like and a loud gasp form the left side of the throne. It sounded like Dalton. The visitor was in a dark blue cloak with a hood pulled over his head, which a strand of sapphire blue hair was dangling in front of his face. As he walked into the center of the room, I could see that my mother seemed absolutely livid as he entered.
The hooded person spoke politely, "Your majesty, I have heard of your power all around the world. Allow me to serve you as a prophet." The Queen looked at him as if he was nothing but a piece of scum, as she raised her hand to throw a death spell at the so-called prophet.
Author's Note: Thanks for Reviewing, Desert Lynx!
Chapter 2: Mysterious Prophet
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"Princess Schala, the Queen summons you to the throne room," the servant said softly. Schala sighed and replied while thinking, as when she gets there, Zeal will be one step closer to her doom.
"All right, I'll be right there," the princess replied softly with a hint of fear in her voice. As she stepped out from her bed, the servant disappeared behind the golden door. Schala walked quickly after the servant as she led me to the elaborate throne room. The two Mystics were walking quite rapidly on the golden walks, as they passed through the leafy boulevards of the exotic plants that were growing everywhere. Moments passed by, which seemed like seconds, when the two Enlighteneds finally reached the entrance of her majesty's throne chamber.
The obsidian door was right in front of the two Zealians with a crest of Zeal right in the center with amethysts around the edges of the door, switching from one color to another, in a bright rainbow pattern. The dangling red stone pendant hanging from Schala's neck reacted to the door. The lowly servant stepped aside calmly and went into another corridor in the elegant Zeal Palace. The princess took the necklace off slowly and held it in front of the door high. A white radiant light was seen, as it shone from off of the door. The glow of the fierce light faded into the darkness ahead. The luminescence soon faded away also.
She took one step into the pitch-blackness, and Janus came running into the doors from behind. Her lovely lips turned to a brightening smile as he ran into the chamber. Once Schala stepped in, a wave of dread and death hit her powerfully in her mind. There is not an easy way to describe it, but once a Mystic step into the throne room where the Queen dwells, there is a mysterious force that comes up to you and stabs you mentally in your mind and absorbs your sanity and power. This is only one of the reasons why people totally hated coming here. Schala sighed and tried to pull herself together, as she walked slowly to the right side of the fancy throne. There the Queen of Zeal sat menacingly like a demon figuring out her next victim. The demon inside of her.was more than frightening.
Schala looked up at her devil of a mother and could see that she was dressed vibrantly in a rainbow of hues, though she had a heart of black that couldn't care for anything at all except for her own desires and needs. Ever since she had gotten greedy for power, which was when she created Zeal, people have always wondered if she was the Devil herself. Every time the Queen smiles, anyone could easily see the demon spirit in her devil-like smile and eyes. Schala stood there in her spot silently waiting and waiting for someone, anyone to enter. My soul was filled with anxiety as Janus and her stood in our places anxiously. The princess really didn't feel comfortable inside of the dim-lit throne room, alone with her mother, besides Janus. Being at the throne for long can turn you in mindless shells due to its mysterious force. Schala thought about that subject for a moment or two. Perhaps the.Schala was trying not to think about it, for thinking about it might kill you already. She hated her life.so cursed.so much misery.so much pains. For she can barely endure, for the pain that hammers down on her innocent soul to keep it trapped in a cage of torment and despair. Schala looked at Janus and could see that he was thinking the same way.only he didn't have a tortured life. She was happy for him.
Schala and Janus both let out a sigh of relief, which was probably the size of a great typhoon, when the golden throne doors slowly, were pushed open. The Queen's advisor entered the palace as if he owned the place. The Queen's advisor is Dalton. He stepped up to the left side of the throne, which is where he stands every day when the Queen summons her essential people to do all of her dreadful bidding. Schala took a closer look at Dalton and could see that he seems a bit angry...OK, make that REALLY angry.good for him.
The golden doors of the palace swung open once again and the Three Gurus entered, along with Melchoir and Belthasar. All of the three got to choose which side they wanted to be on. The door opened again, and someone different in whom none of them have never seen before, stepped in slowly. Schala looked at him closely and he seemed vaguely familiar. He had hair of blue, so she guessed he was an Enlightened, yet that couldn't be possible, for she had never seen him around in all her life.
I could hear a loud noise that almost sounded like and a loud gasp form the left side of the throne. It sounded like Dalton. The visitor was in a dark blue cloak with a hood pulled over his head, which a strand of sapphire blue hair was dangling in front of his face. As he walked into the center of the room, I could see that my mother seemed absolutely livid as he entered.
The hooded person spoke politely, "Your majesty, I have heard of your power all around the world. Allow me to serve you as a prophet." The Queen looked at him as if he was nothing but a piece of scum, as she raised her hand to throw a death spell at the so-called prophet.