1770
Deyuny, centre Yunchi
Acer stands in the midst of a hailing crowd. His sliver hair appears a little bit whitish as his amber pupils watch through bars an uncertain race.
"I bet 40 on Riley, she got a phat ass!" An old man says dropping a sack of coins on the table.
"Janet is a fat brown bitch, her healthy plumb steak... I bet 60!" Another man says as he views an oddly plumb horse which stands at the beginning of the race line.
"Alfonso...my white angel...I bet 50!"
Acer views all the plumb rather well fed horse giddying up for the race. They are dressed in different colours and are a total of ten horses. His eyes catch a view of a rather skinny horse who was getting no bets. He is dressed in black and rests slanting down. A man behind stage had told him that James 'The skinny horse' was going to be killed if he made no profit that day.
Acer raises up his card "I bet a thousand on James...!"
The crowd becomes silent then a huge laughter breaks.
"Really James? You must be new here, mage!" A plumb man speaks from above. He addresses him as a mage because of his odd appearance. The man itches his nose and his diamond ring on his middle finger shines brighter than the light on the light stand.
"I bet two thousand on Riley!"
Acer laughs "Really? Then I bet ten thousand on James plus I'd pay everyone a hundred if he loses!"
The man laughs out; "Your loss, kid!"
"Very well then..." The host speaks
"...let the race begin!"
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MOUNTAINGROIN, EASTERN DEYUNY
A teaspoon goes along with the gamboling of the red waters in a golden mug. Distant chatters audible in background, metals being hit against each other, fire switched on, maids running with trays through different exit doors, Chefs running around cooking while others arranging various cutleries.
"Madam Celine!"
A woman dressed in white apron turns back, she stops stirring the Ziridal herb tea as her green eyes dart up above her bulky cheeks. With her plumb hands in her wide pockets, she inquires;
"Has his Majesty sent for me?"
"Yes, Imperial Chef!" A young girl of barely fourteen responds with her head facing the ground without daring to look up to the imperial Chef.
"Yes! I am already on my way!"
The young maid exits the royal kitchen.
Madam Celine's eyes wander without aim, from the left to the right searching for something. Giving her search up, her chubby fingers pick up the tray moving forward.
Tiny bits of sweat remain static on her pinkish skin as her eyes continues exploring, her body shaking with uncertainty or fear. Walking in the midst of various servants to the Crown Prince's manor, her heart races. "It had to be now!"
At the extreme end of the walkway, a huge man hurries, his head a bit bald with few strands of white hair on it. He wears a bronze armour as he is a general, in his pouch a massive sword rest against his armour.
Sighting The General, Madam Celine slips and falls so does the cup in her hands. Her white uniform soaked with the dark red of the Ziridal herb tea.
The General bends down tending to her. His wrinkled caramel brown eyes signal her as his left hands slide a minute bottle into her pocket.
"Are you alright, madam?" He asks as his muscular arms bring her back up on her feet.
"I am alright, ser...Thank you!"
"No problem...!" He answers as he proceeds heading down his part.
"Not a drop of Ziridal herb tea left the jug, right?" She moves heading to cross check it.
"No madam!"
She halts talking off her apron. For a moment, her eyes look at the bottle. Black dotted blood red pills shake in it as she sleekly brings one out. Her hands open the jug as she drops the pill in it then quickly closes it back.
"Indeed, you were right...it's still intact...we only lost the liquid in the cup...!" She says observing the golden cup and its lid on the floor.
"My clothes!..." Her scream startles the maids.
"I fear I cannot serve his Highness like this...Amber, proceed without me!" She instructs her assistant then heads downwards to change her clothes. The maids continue her walk to the King's manor leaving her alone to walk back to the servants quarters.
As her legs continue moving forward, her fingers pick the bottle, turning its bottom, she sees a black signature as a smiles creeps on her face. The Signature is like an "H" with various curly lines extending and covering it up.
" The Hwansu's signature... Finally, The revolution has begun!"
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Caesar
FantasyAs soon as a dark handsome mysterious man pays a visit to Yunchi.Yunchi is known far and wide as the cursed land with devastating droughts and famine. He helps farmers, fishermen and even Royalty using them to climb into power. Three years after his...
