A Forgotten Legend: Anaivere the First

Special Chapter: My Darling Passing By The Law School's Gate

An extraordinary chapter to celebrate the Author's nineteenth birthday as well as of the Trio and to welcome her first year in university; also, to honour the contributions and deeds that built the glorious legends as they are today.
The title alludes to the song "Thà Như Giọt Mưa" by Phạm Duy.
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25 May 1203...

'Tis the fourth year since the first time she met her "creator". Without fail at this very same time each year, the little Author would come and bring her somewhere interesting for her— and her "descendants'"— birthday. So convenient that they were born in a same day! So convenient... indeed!

Instead of wandering the towns and got the Author lost, she would stay here and wait her miniature matriarch. Wait patiently like a good child should be. However, no one came. If she did recall it correctly, her Author should have been in— what was it, "university"?— later this year. She must be terribly busy, since the matter sounded utterly serious. Till near the end of day, there was only her lady-in-waiting came to deliver the news.

"Any child comes asking for me?", asked the impatient princess.

"No, milady. But some madwoman demands your audience..."

Before Anaivere could know who was it, that person stormed in as if the chamber was her own, with a furious mumble "Anyone dares tell me the princess is in another castle again...!" preceding it. Unceremoniously and unbecomingly of a noblewoman, it, in a way, evoked a greater authority than Anaivere's own and yet somehow still remained the properness expected of her. It sounded so ironic, but it sounded so right at a same time. Needless to know whose attitude rubbed off on her.

"Finally, been able to find the correct castle! Princess Anaivere, I have come to ravish thee!"

"What."

The noblewoman announced and ran towards the window, grabbing Anaivere along. The lady-in-waiting, being frozen by that overwhelmingly startling incident, forgot to call the guards, giving Hortense enough time to ravish the princess away. With a determined step, they jumped out of the window, and needless to say our poor Anaivere was so frightened she could not say a thing let alone exclaim in fear. However, before the fright had passed her mind, Anaivere realised her feet had safely touched the ground, as lightly as a feather's touch.

They had arrived at some place, somewhere, neither of them knew. Somewhere looked like Oxford University, but far simpler and more "modern" in architecture. Surrounding them were a maze of houses painted crimson and spacious squares, and underneath their feet was a vibrant carpet of poinciana. Walking under the curtain of poinciana petals was a figure dressing in a black robe, carrying a heaping pile of books. Who would it be if not another familiar of theirs?

"Where. In the name of our Creator. Didst thou take us to?"

The duchess shrugged and shook her head.

"'I put a portal outside Anaivere's window for thee', quoth our Excellency, 'Just ravish her and jump into the portal from that spot'...", said the equally bewildered woman.

"Exact same words?"

"Who art thou for me to lie to? To find the correct window in the correct castle was a lot of efforts of itself..."

"And thou didst not know where on (or outside, probably) this earth the portal leads to?"

"Có kẻ chưa sống đủ lâu trên cuộc đời này để biết mấy cái đó điện hạ à..."

Echoing in the air, weaving with the rain of scarlet blossoms were notes of a song they had heard one time too many. The song didn't fit so well with the scenery, but perfectly suited to the atmosphere.