The Owner Of Light

Moon 1.2: The Chosen One

The festival was reaching its peak, as did his sense of sobriety. Bottles were spread out near the bench where he stretched, indicating his remarkable form of entertainment. Screams of ecstasy and toasts hammered his head.

"What noisy people ... Can't you talk more ... quietly? HIC! " He sobbed between words, watching the large crowd that formed around the center of the square."Hmm ... is it a fight? May be interesting..."

Each step was almost a big stumble on the floor and a big bump in the people who were there. It couldn't help being noticed because the murmurs denounced that.

"Aren't you that workaholic?"

"Look, Orlin's baby came out of the den!"

"It is possible?"

He hurried on, trying to escape the incessant voices that seemed more hiss than gossip. The turmoil had subsided, leaving him confused by the situation. You should get closer, sneaking between the attentive.

"ATTENTION!" A woman had exclaimed, imposing a position of power and elegance. The drunk's yellow irises lit up to see such beauty. She had a body with marked curves, which were highlighted by her glued white dress, intensifying her pallor. Its long horns and long locks of black hair were the perfect matches for its being, causing a river of whispers.

"So beautiful..."

"Is she the king's advisor?"

"They say she can be his lover ..."

"Today, we are going to celebrate and start another one of our rituals! A very lucky person will serve our kingdom, to have the opportunity to look for our acclaimed day ... Everyone knows that the destined person will have its greatest opportunities, and it could be a life-changing chance! " She moved her claws gently to the rhythm of her speech, giving her the impression of being a fragile doll.

"Change of life? Just being born again. " He crossed his arms, pouting.

"I hope everyone is lucky and without further ado ... Dear! Come on! " She smiled affectionately, turning towards the stairs, causing anxiety for everyone who watched her.

A tall silhouette was approaching, its size and its striking horns could intimidate anyone, but, on the contrary, it could not say about his personality. Everyone was crying out his name when he appeared under the lanterns. That was Helrus, the beloved king of Dawnsk.

"How long have I not seen my beloved people! I'm sorry for not being able to stay long in this lovely moment ..."He sighed sadly.

"Then don't take too long to choose ..." Nudged him.

"Would it take me so long to choose? There are so many skilled people to help us ... What a difficult choice! " He put his hand on his chin, in a position of doubt, rolling his gaze to his companion, who did not stop smiling for even a second.

"I know you already know, you fool!"

"Haha, it's easier to tell me what you don't know ..." He closed his eyes, breathing in the cold and tension air among the confident that they would be selected.

The wind caused his thin silk cloak to levitate around his majestic body, his high-heeled boots standing out, balancing his dominative bearing. In quick movements, he pointed at the audience, narrowing his intense purple eyes, similar to the presentiment he shared.

"I WANT YOU!" His lips went from ear to ear, with tremendous emotion. Well, not at all...

"MEE??!" The redhead was startled, seeing the sharp nails in his direction. "No, no, no ... THIS IS WRONG!" He shivered, going from side to side to make sure he wasn't in front of anyone, but that finger was accompanying him. "Yeah ... just-I'm ..."

"Welcome, chosen!" The Draconyans congratulated in unison.

"I shouldn't be here ... No ... How stupid I am!" It looked like his floor was gone. His vision was getting blurred and the lanterns looked like nothing more than several blurs. "What is happening?" He took his last deep breath, fading right there, making everything dark.

***

"Hmm ..." The comfort of a pillow supporting your head was something I didn't want to let go of so easily. He would even ask for five more minutes but remembered that his job could not wait. He stretched, feeling his joints crack and his head asking for mercy. "Argh ... What a headache ... And what a pain in the ass ..." His eyes widened. "WAIT, WHAT?"

He quickly lifted the sheet, examining the situation. "By the Light, what did I do?! I ... don't remember anything! " He was almost naked, save only for his wonderful cherry print underwear, which he had won in market promotion. Startled, he tried to get up in a failed attempt, taking him face down on a soft rug. "Urgh..."

The world was upside down in its vision. The clarity bothered him a little, he had never seen anything like it, since he is usually used to the environment opposite to this one. A lush crystal chandelier was the source of both discomfort and admiration, but his daydreams stopped when he noticed something unusual.

"Where I am? Everything is so bright that it makes my eyes hurt."

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. Someone was knocking on the door and seemed to be in a hurry.

"Get ready! The king is waiting for you in the main hall! " A childish voice ordered.

"The king waiting? It can only mean that ..."

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. The beats persisted and would not stop until they were answered.

"OH NO!"