Chapter 284: (284): Sargona (3)

Predestined it was for Silphya to meet these folks, however, some of them sounded mad at her but she wasn't guilty of what had been breaking through. She was just a guardian that fell asleep in the Old war to protect the heart of the Vita tree.

Stepping at a great yard of a mansion that humans used to call, station; she scanned the place, she hissed seeing those vampires. Why were they beside humans and faeries of the second continent? Did they come from the first continent? The world had changed, she assumed.

The Minotaur came along with some other faeries, bowing to the werewolf faerie who woke her up.

"Your highness, did you see the gates? who is this elf?"

"Let me arrive then rain on me with questions."

Your highness! Was he a prince?

"Who are you?" Asked Silphya, her accent sounded rude to Holcane.

"He is the King of Abyss, King William Thereon."

Holcane introduced his brother and approached the tall woman who was only one inch shorter than him.

"And you?"

"I am Silphya..." Her eyes fell on Natasha who was glaring at her and made it awkward to continue.

"She is the guardian of Vita tree." The king cleared it. Turning to all of the faeries, he added, "I expect you faeries to protect her. Soon, we will bring her back home."

Silphya swallowed, she was weak! It seemed while she was sleeping, someone had absorbed her strength. Her stomach growled and Natasha sighed.

"Follow me, I'll send you to eat."

She was stained by blood, yet helped her, however, half of it was to run away from the agony that was spreading in the air. Their fellow was killed and many people gathered around him. It wasn't just that, here was exploded too, that smoke and those bodies over there, the ruins, all were speaking a disaster.

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Wilmore went inside his room and slammed the door behind him. Donald died just in front of him and he couldn't even smell the odor of that witch. It prevailed terrible when he could not use the ice to kill the spider. 

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked at his legs, the pieces of broken mirrors were still in his skin. He began to take them out, it was irritating to see he could be wounded but he couldn't feel the pain. He could just suffer the bleeding and a ticklish bit that would soon go away. He dropped the pieces on the floor one by one.

He took his clothes out and walked to the bathtub that was already done for him. Going there, he doffed off his uniform and went inside the water. 

"Luna, I miss you." He murmured and closed his eyes.

After hours, he went down the stairs, it was already noon and he was going for Donald's funeral and the reason for this grief was the King of Alovena, however, there wasn't a clear clue who they were working for in that mansion. He was curious about the elf. 

Going outside, he saw his men and Karim came to him, bowing.

"You received a letter from Bolingtone."

"From who?"

"Just wrote Kate on the message capsule." He handed him the message capsule and continued, "The pigeon that brought this faced rain. I took it for care."

"Where would you bury Donald?"

"Besides the rest of soldiers in the back garden."

"How many we lost here?"

"Ten, we killed two imps here."

Wilmore brushed his hand in his hair, the fog was heavy and concealed the watch walls around them. The snow was thicker today.

"You can go, Karim. I'll come."

Wilmore removed the message capsule's lid and dropped the small rolled paper on his palm, unrolled the small paper.

"My Lady has been writing for you in response to your letter but you did not answer. She is sad and worried about your highness. We lost Lady Narayan and she is now alone."

Wilmore felt the shiver in his legs and heart. Lady Narayan, the woman he loved as his mother was dead. He squeezed the letter and thrust it in his pocket. Entirely, he forgot about the first lines of this message.

All he could do to bring relief to his nerves was to rush ahead to the graveyard, snatching the spade from Hux and he began to dig the ground beside Winston.

"What's wrong?"

Asked Natasha.

Without looking at her, he replied roughly, "we lost lady Narayan and someone is playing with me."

His men exchanged glances. They all needed to end this and would get back home.

Natasha fell on her knees, with this Luna was now entirely alone. She watched Wilmore until he finished the grave and they buried Donald while the rest were taking care of others.

Ryan saw how down the knights were for losing a man, he turned to his father, "who is Lady Narayan?"

"The king's mistress and the only person I trusted in that hell."

Ryan felt his throat going dry, why did she die? But it didn't last long before Natasha asked the same question and Wilmore answered.

"She is killed."

"Who?"

"I don't know but when we come back, I'll make sure the one who caused it will no longer live."

He knew who that person was, in his deep he could feel that was Livia again.

"Father, Luna!"

Lord James patted on his shoulder, "she did this because of us, to save Elizabeth and we have to take care of him now."

He directed to Wilmore. They were standing in distance, the snowflakes were landing on their eyelashes.

"He hates me because of the princess."

"Soon, he will notice that you are not like her."

After buried the man, Wilmore and his captains stood there.

"Rest in peace brother and wake up in a new life, better than this one."

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Wilmore stated and walked away to the forest. He just wanted to be alone, Luna had written letters but he had received nothing. It meant someone didn't let the birds leave the castle.

Ryan saw him and slowly followed him.

Wilmore halted, turning back he knew it was Ryan.

"Don't you know things about manner? Something that you should not poke your nose in it."

"I am sorry for your man."

"Hm, now you can go."

"Did not you believe when I said I love my wife, did you?"

Wilmore closed his eyes and frowned. He hated to see him innocent.

"How come?"

"You are hiding something, that fight between us. Only a woman can make a man like that. Something about Luna boiled your emotions."

Wilmore was jealous, no man could dare to call her name, to speak about her.

"I had the same feelings!"

Wilmore averted his head to the faerie who emerged out of nowhere.

"Flies are in the air!" Wilmore gritted his jaw and insulted.

"Tell us, what drove you mad! Like a man speak your heart instead of pretending like a demon!"

Ryan didn't want to start another quarrel but this King seemed to have another idea, itching.

"I received a letter that she wrote for you!"

Ryan gaped, well, the fact was a bit scary. Someone wanted the prince to kill Ryan, or attempted to persuade him to hate Luna.

"Impossible, she thinks that I am in Alovena how did her letter end up here? In your hands?"

Wilmore swallowed, why didn't he think about this? She was unaware of things that were going on in the south.

"Besides, she is loyal."

Ryan added.

"Did you attack us because of this? Seems a jealous lady in your court is playing with your nerves."

William guessed.

"If you are expecting apologies, see that in your nightmares. You are mean, both of you."

"If it is because of the woman who gave birth to me, I am not like her. She is wicked and I have nothing to do with her."

"Prove me, no words can come as a clue."

They heard giggles from above. On a thick branch was an elf, her legs hung and moving. Her smile was wide, neither of them noticed her.

"Interesting gorgeous men."

"How long is that you are eavesdropping?"

"Couldn't you smell her aura?"

Ryan pointed out and both of the werewolves shook their heads.

"Of course, you can't, because it is the simplest part of my magic."

The king's forehead creased, he did not know such magic existed, there were potions and magical fragrances that could conceal the scents but magic, no!

William looked at the prince of Velator, "you didn't smell any witch when you lost your man, right?"

"Yes, even if she had concealing potion, I could sense and track her magic but nothing I smelled."

William looked up, "get down, I must check on something."

He just knew some spells related to his flame but one could show if the magicians were absorbing magic from this elf.

Silphya turned to golden dust and shaped down the tree.

"Do you think they absorbed my magic?"

"Give me your hand." He reached his hand and she smirked, licking her lower lip seductively.

"Why?"

"Don't play with me, I know your tricks! You can't seduce those who love someone else."

Her complexion grew grim, extended her hand, "do it fast."

The King grabbed her wrist and frowned.

"Do you feel weak?"

She rolled her head down, snatched her hand away.

"The heart saved my life but couldn't save my magic."

"You have magic, it will be revived."

"Can you tell us what the hell is going on?"

Ryan asked.

"The dark magicians could not get close to her but they absorbed her magic. That was why we couldn't sense that witch who killed Donald. She had consumed her magic."

Wilmore explained to Ryan. 

"Dammit. If the imps consume the magic dust we will be slaughtered in one go!"

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