"so you are from NEOMANIA right ?"He asked her in an deadly calm voice while his sword was just an inch away from her throat.Shrani was frustrated on herself for not being careful ,she knew that there will be an price to pay for saving a soldier of Zefania but she never thought that it would be the person whom she saved will asking to pay the price.
"lower your sword young man"a sweet voice echoed in the room.
Both the youngsters were shocked because both of them knew that they were the only people present in the cottage.
A beautiful women gracefully walked down from the stairs and stood in front of them.
Still Dharen did not lower his sword.Seeing that the women lightly smiled and said"A White Knight Who Would Be The One To Hold The Legendary White Magic Sword Will Need An True Healer's Help To Conquer It!!"
Both Dharen and Shrani were confused.The maiden Received questioning gazes from the young people infornt of her and realized why?
"Have you never heard of this prophecy before?"she asked them to which none of them answered and stared at her intensely.
Dharen broke the silence"Where am I?"
"To answer your questions you must lower your sword from the true healers neck"she said gently.
Shrani's eyes widened in shock hearing the women before her calling her as the true healer.
He didn't obey immediately and stared at the women suspiciously "I guarantee you that none of us are your enemy!"she said dearly.
He slowly lowered his sword from her neck, the paleness on Sharni's face decreased.
He scanned the women from head to toe and found a familiar chain with a half sun and half moon locket hanging on her neck which shocked him to the core and realized where he was" NO it's not possible!! it was a myth!!"he thought in his mind.
"No I am as real as you are"she answered reading his mind.
A Deadly silence spread throughout the cottage.
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Do read my new fantasy story"The Sword Of White Magic"
and comment me how was it.
Happy Reading...
