Beyond Immortality

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

Unknown POV.
A woman walks into a throne room in a rage. Her boots clacking against the floor and she violently approaches a man enjoying his food in silence. She stops in the middle of her stride leaving room between her and the table he dined at. She shot him daring gazes, he remained unrattled, nonetheless.

"All you're doing is drink, carouse and feed you every desire while things fall apart," she yells waving only her hand in turmoil hand which in turn flips the table. "Did you not feel that the ingrate is already making progress if she goes on like this we are done, doomed, finished. She goes on lamenting.

"I already have a plan in mind. I felt it the entire castle was at its mercy," he says sipping the wine he was holding onto before the woman got in throwing tantrums. "Now now my dear wife, ease that wrinkle I see on your angelic countenance,"

"We are losing time,"  she says, " if you can't do it, I am up for the task. If this happens again I'm seizing  my rightful place in all this and you, my dear will sit back and watch me clean this mess single-handedly."

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"You are burning up," he says.

"It hurts so badly," I sob trying to rub off the burning sensation running down my body tapping at my toes in an attempt to lessen the feeling. When it starts subsiding I cling on him like my life depended on it as he wraps his arms around me. We remain in this position for a while till I'm called down and relaxed. Valiant then sits opposite me his expression nothing but short of clueless on the ongoings.

"How long was I gone for?"

"blink of an eye?"

"felt like an eternity of confusion,"

"What happened? Did the dragon try to burn you to death and send you back?" I shake my head. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"OH!" I exclaimed. "It was horrible,"  emphasis on 'horrible'. I had to confide in someone especially seeing that this was his idea in the first place, it might help him figure out if the sanctuaries exist. I started with my fairy encounter his eyes lit up with joy and amusement using his hand to cover his mouth from the gasps he let out.

"that must be the Primeval forest,  no human has ever been there," he explains, " only the Feys can inhabit such areas.  You roamed the Feywild." He can't seem to stop himself from blabbing I had to watch him smiling at how excited he was upon hearing the news until he pressed his lips together in embarrassment for cutting me short. Clearing his throat he gestures at me to go on with his hands. I continue with my narration slowly the grin and elation fade to a somber mood. I must have said something bad. Getting up he pulls me up and rushes across camp and to the small library. Hastily, he runs his fingers across different books on different shelves till he finds the one he wants.

"This is mind-blowing," he says perusing the pages looking for what I did not know or had a clue of.

"Netell was her name," he says slapping on the open page of the book. I looked at him flummoxed, judging by my expression he went on. "The narration you were telling is a story told by parents to their children, taming them from being bad seeds. Netell was executed on the accusation of treason, for the murder of Prince Halloran and the attempt on his father's life because she wanted the kingdom all to herself," he described the story so well however his version had so many loopholes. "She was a bad omen and had to be burnt before more calamities fell onto the community at large."

"No! That's not how it took place, I saw it with my very eyes," I argue, "Netell was an innocent girl. The episodic events being projected to me were crystal clear that she had no ill intent at all," I sigh, "She was from an abused home, her father assaulted I deduced it as a habit from how she acted around him. The night they said she murdered the prince, she unintentionally unleashed her magic on him during her grief when she learned he had assaulted her too, that's what killed him. The king's assassination too was the same, a girl who knew nothing of her powers or how to control them out of agony. She had just witnessed them take the life of her brother and father in the name of 'justice'." I defend, "I did the same to Orion only I did not kill him and that's why I'm here." Valiant knits his brows at the revelation. I finish my story, telling him everything.