Fro Ninja; Hey guys! It's the Fro Ninja here. Yes, I know I've been gone for a while now, but that was mainly because I was going through a lot of things. I.e. work, moving to a new place, getting situated with personal stuff, and because of all that, I just didn't feel like writing anything. While the ideas were all there, the motivation wasn't. I fear if I try to write the stories with no motivation, it leads to quality less than ordeal, and it makes me upset in the process. I still intend to update my series, but since I'm dealing others besides this one, I've decided to update all of my series once a month, at least until I can trust myself to update one of them weekly, so look forward to any of the series that you're following from me to being updated sometime this month. Now without further ado, let's get this show on the road!
Several days ago
The Kingdom of Esmania
Meeting Cahmbers
The Esmanian council room buzzed with the various voices of the many different councilors, all sitting around in a half circle formation, sitting in front of the two individuals in well carved chairs. A man and a woman dressed in regal and lavish garbs sat before the entire body of the councilors, their heads covered with white clean wrappings, fashioning like a hat. The man sported a very worried and meek expression on his rather small light dark skinned face, his eyes darting around the room in anxiety. The woman sitting nexting to him, who was in a very white pale skinned comparison, grabbed his shaking hand and rubbed it softly to calm him down along with a kindly look in her sparking blue eyes.
After a while of personal deliberation among the aged men and women, a loud banging sound echoed throughout the spacious meeting room, which had reduced the volume to absolute silence. One of the councilors stood up from his lotus style position, and looked around the room before bowing to all present in respect.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen of the Council. Your majesties, Tohmas and Serah. With your permission, we would like to begin this meeting with the most utmost priority." The man said with a calm but rugged voice. He was a rather dark skinned man, dressed in lavish robes with blue silk and golden embroidery with a handsomely shaven head, even better complimented by his most youthful appearance. The expression on his face was a pleasant he displayed for all to witness. King Tohmas had waved his hand slightly,allowing him to continue."Thank you my King. It is with the most imperative motivation, that I inform the council, especially for those who might not be aware, but the time of war, is upon us."
As he finished, quiet ramblings could be heard behind him, from many of the members in the back of the room.
"Please everyone, silence please until he has finished speaking." said the King, to which all the rambling had ceased almost immediately."Now then, Councilor Herron. Just how did you come across to this conclusion? I want full details."
"Certainly your majesty." He cleared his throat before speaking again."As many of you know, the nation of Esmana is one of the worlds most thriving countries on the continent at the moment. Our innovations in technology, medicine, food, and even social laws have made us progressive culture in the eyes of our peers. Yet, so few nations are aware of our existence. The reason? For the longest time, our ancestors have tried to their best to impede any mention of this place outside of its territories, even if it meant resorting to...rather barbaric means."
One other councilor raised his hand in the middle of his speech.
"Apologies my King. I believe we all did not come here to attend a history lecture of our own people. We came because our illustrious councilor had a message to belay to the rest of us, that concerned our way of life, as it were..." Herron leered at the speaker, with slight animosity in his eyes.
"Your point is indeed fair, Councilor Karel. Please, proceed to your main argument, Councilor Herron."
His irritated expression quickly transitioned into a humble one when facing the king. A rather brief change that his queen took notice of.
"Forgive me my King. But I did not wish to express such vital news without any context, and simply desired to remind everyone of our glorious history among the various peoples that strengthen it to this day. You and the queen take full credit of that of course."
The queen leaned forward in her seat, with her long and luscious blonde hair swinging over her shoulders.
"While your compliment over our ability to govern our kingdom efficiently is appreciated, it still strikes from the request that your king has asked of you."
Herron's eyebrow twitched.
"But of course, forgive me, my Queen. My King. Members of the council. Allow me to proceed." He then walked out from the aile that he sat in, and began to pace around the room."Now, where was I? Ah, yes. While we are a rather isolated nation, the ones that do know about, have viewed us with either admiration, fear, or sometimes, even jealousy, at our progress as a culture. It has come to my attention, granted to me by my helpful contacts, that one of these very nations seek to assault with the intention of conquering our very people."
"And what is this nation, pray tell councilor?" The King spoke with a concerned voice. All eyes locked on the movement of Councilor Herron. suddenly he stopped in his tracks when coming to the front row.
"That is...the nation of Kisasi." The mention of the name made the entire room shake on shock and despair.
"Unbelievable!" One of the councilors shouted. Among the whispers, many silent screams were uttered from mouth to mouth.
"This is inconceivable of the most colossal scale!"
"W-what the...well, t-the man must be lying!" Heron stood back in stance.
"I have been called many a things councilors, your majesties! But a liar is nay one of them." Suddenly, one of the eldest councilmen stood up shakingly from his seat, hastily limping over to Heron, grabbing him by the neck of his robes.
"Impossible!You have gone mad for the last time Heron!" The calm young councilor stayed still in his grasp, and offered his response.
"This is no sign of madness my good elder. This is but the truth I speak, and nothing but."
"The Kisasi nation have been our enemies in the past, back when Zulu warriors reigned supreme of the land, but we have since agreed on our differences and gone our separate ways, as with the other clans as well. This is was over a 100 years ago, and suddenly you belay to us that they plan to attack and invade us?!" The old man spoke with surprising vigor.
"What's to stop a supreme nation such as them to attack a tiny kingdom such as ours? Need I remind you that they were on of the few to gain their lands back by martial means from the Europeans? Not only that, they had accumulated what technology and resources they had as well to accelerate their own."
"We are well aware of the abnormal growth as a people, Councilor Heron." King Tohmas spoke.
"Then you know full well of the potential they have as an attacking force against us, my King!"
"Be that as it may, we have not the time, nor the ability to mobilize ourselves for war. Not in the middle of the negotiations we have arranged for our kingdom." Heron chuckled and smirked as he broke free of the elders grasp.
"Negotiations?" He walked slowly towards the two thrones. The two guards remained tense as he did not bow his head upon approach."Are you referring to the negotiations that lie with the Empire where the sun rises? With all due respect my King, it is but a waste of time to arrange such events with them."
"Oh? And why is that?"
"The empire solemnly makes negotiations with countries that lie outside of their borders. Their very morals depend on their isolation as a whole to maintain every part of their structure. Their economy. Their infrastructure. Their culture. Their traditions."
"Similarities that we seem to both share no?" The queen interjected in Heron's speech, causing his eyebrow to twitch slightly in frustration.
"Be that as it may...my queen we are..."
"A kingdom that uses tradition and bylaws set by desperate warriors and mad shamans as excuses to move forward in our stride, when we should be performing of our own accord. There is no divine passage that says for us to expand our knowledge of the world around us, that is separate from the general matters of religion, or purely academics. Our universal truth, our way of thinking should also be factors in such exploration. For too long, this nation has stood as one that profits on war and invasion, as have many others in the past. It is only very recently that we have implemented such a change, by removing ourselves far from the affairs of the mainland to the East."
"Many of them still hold animosity for such a change. They called our actions ludicrous, blasphemy, something that goes against the teachings of our ancestors."
"Our ancestors provided the passage to blaze our own trails, so that we may our children adapt the teachings that we laid out for them. This requires us to be every bit of the example that we strive to be."
Heron held his tongue."Is that not the duty we must perform, councilman?" He breathed heavily through his nose.
"Indeed it is, my queen...How wonderful for you to offer such a insightful counsel...on the history of...our people." The Queens eyes narrowed as they focused on the man in front of her. King Tohmas then cleared his throat, as if two break up a possible argument between the two.
"That's enough with the history debate you two. We've called this meeting for a reason." He then turned his attention to Heron, and beckoned him to the podium by the thrones, with a stand high enough to overlook the entire chambers."Now then, Heron, if you could please offer your proof as to your statement. I shall give you the floor to give your findings."
He bowed deeply.
"It would be my pleasure, my King."
The queen took an unsure expression as the councilor took the high stand, and the rest of the councilmen sat in full attention.
An hour later
Serene sounds of water falling splashed through the various weeds of the greenery, flowing through the many flowers fields and patches of plants of the garden, which had spread over what seemed like miles. Birds sung songs of peace and praise as they flew off into the blue and pleasant sky that held white pure clouds as they rolled by.
A young girl sat in one of the garden's meadows, cooled by the great shade of the enormous tree that she sat under, although the she didn't mind the sun as well. Her eyes closed with a pleasant smile on her face, as her long frizzled yet flowing hair flowed in the wind. Her hands clamped together by their fingers, and her legs crossed in her position of meditation.
"Princess!" A voice in a faroff distance called out to her, but she didn't budge to respond. After a few seconds, the one who sounded off the voice, a young man in the warriors garb of the royal army, with a special red sash only given to members of the personal guard, the most elite of all of its participants. He approached the back of the princess, out of breath."Princess! I've been looking all over for you...the King and Queen...they request your-"
"Shh..." The young soldier stopped in the middle of his sentence as the princess requested silence."I hope you haven't forgotten the teachings that even nature has ears Zechal. Even the most tiniest of cry can upset it, albeit its the quiet kind."
"F-forgive my interruption of your meditation my lady."
"There is no need to apologize. I was just finishing up." The princess then gracefully stood up from her spot in the flowers, slowly opening and revealing her light, olive eyes that could match even the most beautiful of jewels would be jealous of, given they could. She then turned around, with a smile to great her guardsman. He blushed slightly at the sight of her, which she found amusing as she lightly giggled. Even though they had been together since they were children, he could not quite get used to the beautiful sight of her."I see you remain as stoic as ever."
"P-please do not worry Princess Jazmin Nothing shall shirk my duty to protect you. I will remove myself from such thoughts should it bother you!"
The princess then sighed.
"This is is exactly what I'm talking about..." She then walked past him and touched the tree deeply with her hands, as if she were trying to sink her hands into the very wood itself. Zechal looked at her with concerned eyes.
"Something happened didn't it? A vision?"
She giggled.
"You can tell?"
"Not really. We've been together all of these years, but I can rarely tell what you're thinking. You truly are king's daughter aren't you? That same power that the past kings all held flows strongly through you it seems."
"Hmm, I don't look at it so much as a power fortunately. I'm afraid such a thought will drive me to arrogance."
"But yet it's yours."
"True enough. But I am thankful for it, despite my previous statement."
Zechal then drew a little a closer, with his hands behind his back.
"So...what did happen? It's unlike you to meditate for such a long period, especially when the Oracle isn't around to teach you."
Jazmin was quiet for a brief moment, simply hearing the sound of the wind breeze through her ears before speaking again.
"I had a vision. It's one of I've been having for some time now."
"Is it one of danger? An omen of sorts?"
"I don't know what to make of it, sadly. All I see in it, is...a boy."
"A boy?" Zechal's nostrils flared up a little when she mentioned that detail.
"Yes. I don't know him. I've never even seen him in passing before. He was standing in a white garment of sorts, in a raining field surrounded by...what I think are several warriors all dressed in a very strange armor. He's holding a sword, that I've never seen before. It was curved and more thinner than the ones the soldiers 's also covered in many injuries, but it doesn't seem like a concern to him as he walks towards them. I can't see his face at all. Only his back as it gets further and further away from me." Her hands slides down the tree."I don't know this boy, yet..." Suddenly, tears slowly start to flow from her eyes, which Zechal takes full notice of."As I see him walking away, my eyes began to well up."
"Who is this boy?! Where is he?! I'll make him pay for making you cry!" He said as he eagerly drew his sword.
"Oh stop it Zechal. I said I never met him before, did I not?"
"Uhh...you...might have mentioned it..."
"And put your sword away please. You'll scare the creatures."
"M-my apologies, my lady." He reluctantly puts away his sword."I just can't stand to you sad over such a thing. And over a boy you've never met!"
"I am not sad." Zechal stood shocked as she said that." For some reason, I am not sad, yet I cannot control the tears that fall down on my face. I wonder what that means?"
"You should see the Oracle about this. She always seems to figure out your dreams."
"If I am expected to succeed her, I cannot keep running to her every time I have such visions. I have to be capable of deciphering them myself on my own terms."
"But didn't she say if you had any questions about these powers, you should always seek her out? I'm certain this is one of those times."
"I am fully aware what she said to me...it's just..." She formed an unsure look on her face.
"What is it?
"This dream...I have no idea what it means, yet...the boy in it...he feels so familiar to me..." At the mention of the boy from the vision yet again, Zechal's nostrils flared up once again.
"The more you mention this boy, the more I grow suspicious of such ilk of a dream. I have half a mind to send a large search party for him right now!" His said with his fist gripped tight with some unknown determination. The princess sighed as she walked on ahead."Ah! Please wait my lady! You would prefer a smaller search party instead right?! Smaller numbers, better results...as expected of you!"
"Oh hush with your silliness old friend. Take me to my parents. You said they wish to see me, correct?"
"Oh...indeed they do. They await you in the throne room back at the palace. I had a feeling that you would be out here meditating beyond the allotted time, so they told me not rush upon bringing you back."
The princess puffed out here cheeks a little in embarrassment.
"Well...thank you for being so courteous..." She said in a sarcastic tone. The two walked towards the exit of the garden while the wind continued to blow furiously in their direction. Both of them sensed the change in the sudden gust as it flowed past them."The wind...it's changed..." She said softly.
"It seems we can expect change to come along with it..."
"I fear you may be right..."
Back at the palace, in the lavish throne room, made up of the dozens of fancy and grand accessories to show off its lavishness and exotic flavor. The king circled around his throne, pacing repeatedly back and forth from his seat to the wall. Occasionally, he stopped to take a drink of his special wine, look out of the window with a sorrowful expression, sigh heavily with a voice that gave the impression of him almost crying, and then proceeded once again on his path to do the whole thing over again.
Queen Serah looked at him with a helpless smile as she shook his head at his worrying. She then stood from her seat with help from one of the servants, and placing her book on a nearby desk to walk over to her husband. She stopped him with one gentle arm, causing him to stop directly in his tracks, and look at her with giant puppy eyes.
"Tohmas...you must stop worrying so much..." She reassured him.
"Me? Worrying? Impossible...A King never worries in the face of his duties!" He then grabbed his head, shaking slowly."Especially...the inevitable destruction...of his kingdom... Gods..."
Serah sighed with relief, as she was worried she wouldn't be able to get at least a word out of him ever since coming back from the meeting. The news belayed by Heron practically had the entire council in an uproar at what the future could hold upon the reveal of the news.
"I never pegged you as someone that would get so upset by something that Herron, of all people mentioned. You are letting your fear get the better of you...more so than usual anyway..."
"I'm not upset Serah..."
"But?"
"The proof that he presented...three raids on the southern, western, eastern borders of the continent...as well as armed interventions performed at the peace rallies at Ghana, the Congo...all done with...these...mysterious weapons. I just have a hard time believing it all..."
"That what? That the Kisasi might be coming after us? Tohm, Esmana has long since settled their differences with their ancestors, what could possibly incite them to attack us now..."
"That's the part I'm trying to figure out..."
"The more you think of such matters, you shall find myself aging faster to my age my King."An old hoarse voice sounded out from the farther part of the room. The two focused their attention on the elderly woman covered in a large brown cloak fleshed out with various colored beads and jewels along the cloth. She walked with a severe limp and hunched back. Her age confirmed even further by the large cane held onto by both arms, creating a a rather large sounding clonk whenever she walked. The queen quickly walked out to her and grabbed her hands with glee.
"Madame Oracle! It's been so long!"
"My Queen. It's good to see you in such good health. You've grown into such a lovely woman now."
Tohmas reluctantly walked over to with sweaty palms all over.
"M-madame Oracle. I-I see you've received my message...I was worried that-"
The old woman sneered at the King.
"What? That the old croon that used to tuck the crying little prince into bed one those many nights had suddenly keeled over in a dirty forest somewhere?Huh?"
"No! I would never!...I mean...well..." He stated to trip tremendously on his words, causing Serah, even some of the female servants to giggle quietly.
"Oh! I'm just kidding you old boy. You always did take everything so damn seriously!" She said as she pulls him down by his cheeks, pinching them while chuckling."How you managed to get this beauty of a woman to marry, I can not in all of my abilities figure it out." The oracle then began to laugh out loud in a crooked voice, that almost sounding like she was coughing.
"That's all well in good, but, can you please let me go! My cheeks feel like they're about to fall off!" The entirety of the throne room burst out laughing as the King tried his best to weasel out of the old woman's surprisingly iron grasp.
A few moments later,, the two rulers took their original seats, while the Oracle took hers on the floor, with her legs wrapped up in a lotus style her, she had spread out many estranged items such as the carcass of a scorpion, green leaves from a dying tree, a skull from a past king, and a small carving knife, all put together on an old looking towel and began to meditate in front of them. She clasped her hands together as if along with her beads in hand, as if she were saying a prayer as she muttered strange cryptic words from her mouth while staying a very deep trance in order to make contact with the forces that govern reality. Not Gods, but something else. It was once said that all people of Esmana once had the gift see through such things, and command these forces themselves to do their bidding, but as the passage of time will tell it, it was lost like so many other things with it.
Even though he should have been used to such sights from his time spent with her as a child, the sight of her foretelling had always made the King rather uncomfortable as a whole still.
"Umm..." He muttered under his breath, as she sat there for about ten minutes in silence."Lady Oracle..." She then took a piece of her bead necklace off and threw it at the King's head, landing square on the forehead.
"Silence! You know better than to interrupt me boy!"
"I'm sorry!" He whimpered as if he were a child, somewhat unfitting of one would expect of a ruler.
Many more minutes passed before the silence was filled again. The Oracle finally opened her eyes from her concentration. She then takes a pipe out from the confines of her cloak,lights it, and then sticks it in her mouth. After a taking a few puffs, she finally started to speak.
"I'm sorry my King...The result, is still the same."
"Are you sure there isn't any other way?" The King said with a worried voice.
"As much as I want to say the opposite, this...threat that the Kisasi intend to rein upon your kingdom. It is inevitable." The Oracle rubbed the back of her neck, giving it a slight stretch."However, it should be noted that the future is difficult to see in the first place. It is a thing...a living force that is always moving, always shifting and changing with every passing action that we take. Even me, with all of my experience...it is still impossible."
The King's eyes dart around the room, trying to find words to leave his mouth.
"I just still can scarcely believe it."
"What's not to believe exactly? As I recall, our ancestors didn't part ways on the most civil of terms, especially since the days of that ridiculous incident with all of those bloated white men. But after all of this time, one must wonder why." As she fiddled with her various tools and ritual artifacts,Tohmas started to fidget, which the Oracle caught out of the corner of her eye."
"Then...the expedition...the negotiations with the empire to the East. Will it not solve anything? At least to help us prepare for this invasion that is supposed to come?"
"It's hard to say. I have not heard the details of this journey you plan to make, or these negotiations that will take place, but I have heard the rumblings of the council meeting that took place earlier this morning. And as much as it pains me to side with him, I would take the side of the frail limp of a man Herron in his word on this matter. There is no need to involve foreigners in the affairs of the kingdom. We're better of without the need of outsiders anyhow."
"But they could help us!" The King's voice began to pick up volume."We may be one of the most prominent kingdoms on the continent, but we have lost much over the past several decades! Things aren't the same as they used to be!"
"And you honestly believe the influence of some foreign kingdom can be of any to help of us? After what the last group did to us? Splitting, exploiting, and destroying traditions from so many of our fellow allies? Taking their men and women for their own twisted desires? After all of that, you believe that they will lend us aid?"
"Not all foreigners are cut from the same ilk! This kingdom are like us. Isolationists. They do not side with any other people but their own."
"How can you even say that about them, when they themselves cannot even stick together? Hosting a war in several of the regions, families aiming to seize higher statuses for themselves, killing their own countrymen in the process. They're honestly like flailing little children that can't even see their own house burning down around them. And I bet their ruler is just is as ridiculous."
"And what people in history have never fought among themselves before and came together in the end? Isn't this what you taught me to always believe?"
"Believe in the good of others and how conflict can lead to the betterment of oneself yes. But running to beg for the aid of foreign children because your inability to take care of the affairs of your own country by yourself? I could never foresee you growing so foolish. For over millenia, not once has this Kingdom sought the aid of outsiders, and I see no reason for that to change."
"So in your eyes, all of them are enemies, is that it? We should invade them and tear apart their culture as they did ours?!"
"If need be."
"Lady Oracle!" The whole room grew silent. The servants paused in their activities as all eyes came to be locked on the Queen, focusing great detail on her white pale skin, flowing blonde hair and sea colored blue left better unsaid began to surface in many of their hearts. The Oracle didn't budge at the context of her statement even when sensing the mood she brought on, but the Queen felt no offense as she reacted with her usual smile.
"Of course, I meant no offense to My Queen." The Oracle openly stated."You must forgive this old lady for her aged beliefs. A type I imagine you're rather tired of hearing from by now."
"Trust me. There is no offense taken wise one. Despite my status, I am still aware of my position as a person in this country, and I have to say, I barely feel any connection to the life I left behind, nor the appearance the connects me to it. I am well aware of what the Europeans and later the Americans have done to you. And there is no denying that I was born into such conditions where I had seen it almost everyday."
"I hear a but coming..." The Oracle whispered under her breath.
"But as it stands, I am the Queen of Esmana. I govern the well being of the people and structure of the kingdom along with my husband. Whatever life, whatever people I was born into is irrelevant. I am proud to be who I am now. And I take pride in my duties as Queen."
"It's good that you do my dear. Nor should you." The Oracle then stood up from her spot and walked over to the Queen."Imagine my surprise when I no only learned that the young prince was to be married to a woman, and to a lass from the land of the West of all things, you can pretty much tell that I was surprised, to the point where I wanted to leave the mountains and slap him a couple hundred times. But...I was not disgusted. After all,despite his shortcomings...he is by no means an absolute fool without any understanding of how people work. I knew he had made the right choice, even without me foreseeing anything. Plus the union caused you two bring your daughter in this life, which I am sure you two are grateful beyond all measure for."
"Well, I am certainly glad that you see it that many others on the day of the ceremony."
"One that I wish was there for, if it wasn't for me and these silly pilgrimages I constantly must oversee."
"We all have our duties that we must attend. You perform yours with such adequacy." The Queen complimented the Oracle with sincerity.
"As do you my dear. Save for the King of course."
"Ummm...I am right here you know..."
"And trust me when I say, we are all slightly disappointed at the presence."
The King appeared with a heavy blush, as the Oracle pointed at him singling him out of everyone in the chambers. Suddenly, flashes of his childhood came racing back to him in an instant. Summer mornings spent in the palace as a boy, being babysittted by the elderly woman herself. Being forced to sit in her demeaning lectures on what should be expected from a king, and from being coerced to eat and drink her questionable cooking that would make his stomach swirl and turn like tornadoes. Even the nights with constant study in the library without sleep haunted his dreams, since should eyes even close, a scorpion would be added down towards his neck, pinching his very frail skin.
As the memories came close to flooding back, he shook them off, and remembered his very place, and the duty he's supposed to uphold.
He then cleared his throat and said "If we get back on track then?"
The Oracle raised an eyebrow in slight doubt, but followed through with the request regardless by returning to her spot. Tohmas then gestured to one of the servants to fetch him the official documents, relating to the expedition. It was a long and wide looking scroll that seemed to stretch on for a considerable distance along the smooth and comfortable floor of the throne room. Upon closer inspection, were several words documenting ship registries, map routes, and financial seals to go over with foreign leaders that the King would establish in order set up trade deals for various resources. It had taken him several weeks to produce, in the off chance that Esmaria should go to war once more. This was indeed was one of those times.
Though she wasn't a scholar at heart, the Oracle was the wisest person in the kingdom, and she easily saw the through the intent of what Tohmas intented to do with this deal and intervened as she finished reading the portion that landed over by her feet.
"And this is the solution you've managed to cook up in the little brain of yours?"
"Yes! I've gone over all of the details of the trip, including expenses, transportations, even the selection of resources that can be traded to the ruler of the kingdom through us."
"Aren't you missing the most important factor of all?"
"Not to my knowledge...I've done all of the calculations and made all of the prepartations...What else could I be missing."
"By the spirits. You haven't retained a thing from my teachings haven't you?"
"Besides how to mix Mongiku juice? No a lot."
The Oracle deeply sighed as shook the scroll with a focused expression.
"Even though an artist still has the concept and the paper necessary to paint his vision. He cannot do so without the brush, his most important tool of all."
"Are you saying that I need to include a brush as part of the resources we need for the invasion."
The Oracle rushed over to the King's chair and smacked him on the head, moving at a breakneck speed as if she were still in her prime, a truly amazing sight to all who witnessed it.
"OWWW!" Tohmas yelped in pain.
"Who will be the one to lead this foolish adventure of yours boy?!"
The sentence then struck a thought to Tohmas, one that had surprisingly slipped past him in all of his calculations of the expedition to the Empire.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I completely forgot about that!" He let out a huge scream that capped everyone's eardrums.
"*sigh* And this is the King you married my lady."
"I...try not think about it too much..." Sarah said with her best attempts at a smile.
He then tried to assemble the guards in his throne room to deliberate who would be the most suitable, but going over it was redundant at this point, seeing as how the trip was set for the day after tomorrow according to the documents, which meant preparation must be made a day early for departure. He had no time to look for a decent volunteer.
"I honestly can't believe I overlooked such a crucial element!" He said with face filled with despair."I'll have to call an emergency rally at this point if I even want to stay on schedule..."
"That won't be necessary." Another voice came out as the doors to the throne room opened up. Behind it were the princess and her bodyguard who stumbled down to the floor from leaning on the doors as they moved. Quickly picking himself up, he bowed in respect to the higher figures in the room.
"My King! My Queen! And Madame Oracle! We apologize for the intrusion, but I...have ...uh...brought the princess...as per your request!" Zechal nervously shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Yes, thank you Zechal. Your service is appreciated as always." The Queen calmly thanked the young guard."Now then...my daughter...where have you been this whole time? You weren't at the meeting today."
"I know, it turns out I didn't need to be. I already know what it was in regards 's expedition, correct?"
"Hahaha! Well...I see the young princesses habit of eavesdropping still hasn't gone away yet!" The old woman started to laugh as she approached her. The princess opened her arms, embracing the Oracle, not only as a sign of respect for her social better, but as her spritual teacher as well.
"Master! Oh, it's so great to see you again! I've missed you so much!"
"As have I my dear. Zechal my boy! I see you still cling to the princess like sweat from a baboons balls"
Zechal twitched slightly.
"Always a pleasure, Lady Oracle..." He said gritting his teeth.
" Yes yes, I'm sure it is. Ease up some boy, your 'honor is showing'. So serious! Then again your father was the same way. Never could crack a smile even as a boy. But Jazmin on the other hand, you've grown so lovely since I last seen you. Your hair suits you so much now."
"Thank you master. As much as I would love to catch up with you, I actually have something important to discuss with my parents."
"Well, we are here my daughter, but I fear it may have to wait until later. I have to make an announcement to my guards and try to find a participant to take part in the expedition."
"My conversation is just that father." Everyone looked at Jazmin in confusion at her statement.
"I want to lead the expedition."
CHAPTER 5 END.
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