Chapter 2: The Guardian
The sunset was a beautiful purple and red, in the midst of summer, wild flowers of each colour spread right across the open field. No animals or insects came to feed off its pollen as the guardian often wondered by with her basket and mini-shovel.
There she stood gazing at the sunset with a grief smile and wiping her forehead as her days in the field drew upon, she gathered up her basket of mixed flowers and walked off. Her light-red, low-cut dress looked so summery as the straps from her top flapped about loosely as she walked. Her bare feet were blistered red and sore wherever she stepped, but that didn't stop her warm smile from thinking of her day had been. Her short dark brown hair curled at the ends as the summery wind blew in her face, bouncing her hair to and fro.
Setting down her basket as she came in her cottage, she places the wild flowers in rows in front of her parent's photos. She looks down, shedding her coat and wistfully kneels down to the ground with her hands in prayer as she remembers her only close family that ever cared about her and who knew her more than anyone else.
Through her thoughts flashes of memories of her mother and father remain in her as they get severely beaten by taller, well built, insects that wore black jackets and tattoos on their green rubbery skin. This is all that Nazia remembered of her parent's death. Seemingly about 6 years ago Nazia was left to defend for herself at the age of 13. Her cottage fit for a small family remained as she left the house untouched ever since her mother died in her arms. And ever since then, Nazia always dreaded the sight of blood. Blood that used to be seen dribbling down her dead mother and father's faces.
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"Son! Get back inside now this instant!", cried out an elderly woman's voice from the hallway of the palace of Miko.
A middle-aged boy ran outside, not taking any notice to his own mother.
"I'll be back soon! Okay? Bye!!" Was all he said as he ran to his paddock. Panning up to him he was seen in his horse-riding outfit, but a bit baggy for his wild appearance told of his amateur attitude.
His short dark hair ruffled about, though looked rather good looking as the scars across his arms appeared ravenously intriguing, and interesting to note what he does.
"Isle!!! Here boy!", he whistled, calling for his snow white horse that casually strode up to him and nudged the near by tree.
"Come on, let's go before mother finds out where I'm going." he said patting the horses nose and saddling up top, with his gun hooked around his left leg scabbed and his sword wrapt in a scabbed also around behind him as he rode off quite fast out of Miko Kingdom and into Lottus wilderness.
"What should I hunt today, eh Isle? Giants? Demons? You name it, I'll kill it!" he says modestly, brushing back his hair between his fingers as the horse calmly galloped to the depths of Lottus forest. Passing by varies of spiky bushes and thorns. He gazed up into the sky, with a small smile, as the summery hot breeze blew frantically onto his face, to cool him down.
A while since the prince had been riding into Lottus woods, a darkness atmosphere amerces. Dark shadows hover over him as if the sun had gone down.
"That's odd. I don't recall this path from my last expedition," he thought to himself "Could I of went the wrong turn off? Because trees don't grow that fast to my understanding."
Feeling as though he did turn off at the wrong path, Isle halted.
"What's wrong boy? Why are you stopping?" he said looking down to the ground and noticed two skeleton bodies, side by side.
"Aaaaaah!!!! The dead have arisen! Aaah!!!" foolishly the prince cried, covering his eyes with his hands.
"Ohh no! Now what do I do?" he said looking around, "I can't just leave those bones there, but I'll be cursed forever if I do!"
Getting off his horse, the young prince slowly knelt to the bones. Nervous as ever he lifted a female's skull with his shaken hands and stared into the holey eyes and the perfectly shaped teeth that grinned towards him. All of a sudden his eyebrows lifted at the appearance it resembled.
"Hey! This belongs to a female! But not just an ordinary female...more like..." He paused.
"A FAIRY!!! Aaaaaah!! A female fairy has cursed me! Oh great!!!" He yelled, holding the skull to the sky.
"Well I may as well bury them to their proper grave instead of just laying about in the open."
Using his long sword he cut from the branches off the near by trees and covered the bodies with them. His curse made him nervous as his hands shook vigorously. Though he didn't look intense the tension that surrounded the boy was uneasy as the hot wind blew gently. The horse made a loud snarl, as he too felt a sudden feeling, as he watched the prince put back his sword in the scabbed and turn around to him.
"Let's keep going, Isle." He commanded calmly, holding the reins and walked along Isle.
The sunset was a beautiful purple and red, in the midst of summer, wild flowers of each colour spread right across the open field. No animals or insects came to feed off its pollen as the guardian often wondered by with her basket and mini-shovel.
There she stood gazing at the sunset with a grief smile and wiping her forehead as her days in the field drew upon, she gathered up her basket of mixed flowers and walked off. Her light-red, low-cut dress looked so summery as the straps from her top flapped about loosely as she walked. Her bare feet were blistered red and sore wherever she stepped, but that didn't stop her warm smile from thinking of her day had been. Her short dark brown hair curled at the ends as the summery wind blew in her face, bouncing her hair to and fro.
Setting down her basket as she came in her cottage, she places the wild flowers in rows in front of her parent's photos. She looks down, shedding her coat and wistfully kneels down to the ground with her hands in prayer as she remembers her only close family that ever cared about her and who knew her more than anyone else.
Through her thoughts flashes of memories of her mother and father remain in her as they get severely beaten by taller, well built, insects that wore black jackets and tattoos on their green rubbery skin. This is all that Nazia remembered of her parent's death. Seemingly about 6 years ago Nazia was left to defend for herself at the age of 13. Her cottage fit for a small family remained as she left the house untouched ever since her mother died in her arms. And ever since then, Nazia always dreaded the sight of blood. Blood that used to be seen dribbling down her dead mother and father's faces.
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"Son! Get back inside now this instant!", cried out an elderly woman's voice from the hallway of the palace of Miko.
A middle-aged boy ran outside, not taking any notice to his own mother.
"I'll be back soon! Okay? Bye!!" Was all he said as he ran to his paddock. Panning up to him he was seen in his horse-riding outfit, but a bit baggy for his wild appearance told of his amateur attitude.
His short dark hair ruffled about, though looked rather good looking as the scars across his arms appeared ravenously intriguing, and interesting to note what he does.
"Isle!!! Here boy!", he whistled, calling for his snow white horse that casually strode up to him and nudged the near by tree.
"Come on, let's go before mother finds out where I'm going." he said patting the horses nose and saddling up top, with his gun hooked around his left leg scabbed and his sword wrapt in a scabbed also around behind him as he rode off quite fast out of Miko Kingdom and into Lottus wilderness.
"What should I hunt today, eh Isle? Giants? Demons? You name it, I'll kill it!" he says modestly, brushing back his hair between his fingers as the horse calmly galloped to the depths of Lottus forest. Passing by varies of spiky bushes and thorns. He gazed up into the sky, with a small smile, as the summery hot breeze blew frantically onto his face, to cool him down.
A while since the prince had been riding into Lottus woods, a darkness atmosphere amerces. Dark shadows hover over him as if the sun had gone down.
"That's odd. I don't recall this path from my last expedition," he thought to himself "Could I of went the wrong turn off? Because trees don't grow that fast to my understanding."
Feeling as though he did turn off at the wrong path, Isle halted.
"What's wrong boy? Why are you stopping?" he said looking down to the ground and noticed two skeleton bodies, side by side.
"Aaaaaah!!!! The dead have arisen! Aaah!!!" foolishly the prince cried, covering his eyes with his hands.
"Ohh no! Now what do I do?" he said looking around, "I can't just leave those bones there, but I'll be cursed forever if I do!"
Getting off his horse, the young prince slowly knelt to the bones. Nervous as ever he lifted a female's skull with his shaken hands and stared into the holey eyes and the perfectly shaped teeth that grinned towards him. All of a sudden his eyebrows lifted at the appearance it resembled.
"Hey! This belongs to a female! But not just an ordinary female...more like..." He paused.
"A FAIRY!!! Aaaaaah!! A female fairy has cursed me! Oh great!!!" He yelled, holding the skull to the sky.
"Well I may as well bury them to their proper grave instead of just laying about in the open."
Using his long sword he cut from the branches off the near by trees and covered the bodies with them. His curse made him nervous as his hands shook vigorously. Though he didn't look intense the tension that surrounded the boy was uneasy as the hot wind blew gently. The horse made a loud snarl, as he too felt a sudden feeling, as he watched the prince put back his sword in the scabbed and turn around to him.
"Let's keep going, Isle." He commanded calmly, holding the reins and walked along Isle.