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⊰ chapter fourteen⊱
The compass was removed from the alley walls when the door to the clock shop appeared. Once again, Dara's mouth hung open at the beautiful lights of the clock shop, clocks chiming everywhere―ceiling, walls, tables, and shelves. It was golden glory inside the shop as they walked in. The elves stopped working at the woman taking off her disguise and the revelation of the red hair stopped the elderly elf working at the upper tables of the shop take a glance.
And all paused.
The brows eased, the mouths dropped and the eyes bawled. The elderly elf stepped down his table and walked quickly to Dara who was still in the trauma of the beauty of the golden shop, all the luxury around her. Dara's hand was kissed by the elf as he bowed his head, and then glued his eyes to Dara's. The Princess exchanged a look with Jungkook who wasn't as shocked as the rest of the working elves and fairies who still sat on their knees from admiration.
"Hello. I am Dara―,"
"Deborah Koveski Arver, of course." the elf bloomed a smile, a very rare one in hundreds of years probably, "The red hair prophecy. We are honored to serve you, Lady."
"Oh," Dara pouted at Jungkook, confused, "I am the Princess―,"
"Once a slave that you were!" said the elf, hopping back to his seat at the table and putting the tiny glasses on to take a merrier look at Dara's hair, "Come here, child. Let me examine you."
And he did. He smelt Dara's hand, "Pureblood. The eyes are different, you are taller than the slave. Much thinner in the face. You are prepared for war, unlike the one who was prepared for bed. You are no mistress, you are the ruler."
"What are you saying?" Jungkook interrupted, "Don't pollute her mind."
Dara was trapped with her own equations, trying to relate. Who was this slave?
"Deborah will conclude all, but she must be guided. She must listen to the compass," the elf said, face turning into the morbid of horridness, "She must not be destroyed like the previous holders of the compass. Aevi must see her before time is too short."
"Who is Aevi?" Dara frowned and then realized, "Aevi. The Eastern witch who made my compass?"
"And Illari who passed it down to you. You must protect what is yours, My lady," the elf told her and then turned to Jungkook, "And you must protect Her Grace. Within the luck and victory of the compass and the red hair prophecy coming true after years of anticipation, comes immense danger and bad luck."
"What is the red hair prophecy?" Dara asked but Jungkook had enough of the crap. He was ready to leave. Parts of him grew up listening to such chronicles that he believed lesser and lesser everyday.
The elf's eyes dimmed violently and his voice became hollow as he spoke, "May you reign, Princess. May you live a long life as all of Zisk has been waiting for your rule for two long centuries. History will repeat itself."
