Things were happening gradually but fast. The trident was still missing. There was neither view nor clue of it whereabout. Jay had quarantined himself. He went into a state of coma, practicing the highest order of magic. He was becoming something else, getting more stronger.
Perhaps, someday, he could be in comparison with the likes of Hercules "god of strength"
He did things he never knew he could, creating multiple shadows that never existed. His power waxed like that of a burning candle. His brain were rotating. His mind spoke of endless possibilities. He trained and practiced with the trident, learning it initial power and use. Something tragic was definitely coming. A mysterious disaster far above the human strength.
People might start thinking Jay was an alien. He could do and undo, changing fate with the mere snap of a finger. Things were about to get more interesting. The princess of the great kingdom of Caledonia had arrived at Albion. Her father, the king of Caledonia had dispatched his one and only daughter who goes by the name Isla.
She had appeared at Albion to seal the peace deal and the market exchange deal between the two kingdom in alliance to her father order. Many might wonder, why would the king send such young and eloquent girl to represent and sign such crucial deal. This wasn't right, considering the fact that she was just about to clock eighteen. But the king of Caledonia knew better.
He had three sons who were completely matured and smart but he refused to involve any of the three in cases like this. Isla might be the youngest of all but she probably wasn't on their level.
She had the ability to strategize. Been smart was considered an understatement for a pro like Isla. She was much more than that.
Her cool smile in middle of violent pressure was practically applaudable. For a kingdom has big and well known as Albion, Isla was the best shot Caledonia got. The beautiful princess stormed into the place, escorted with boldness and huge sense of aura. Holy crap! What a beauty.
Prince Luther became completely lost in Isla beauty.
How can a human be this beautiful. Only in fairy tales has he came across such radiant looking woman. She looks just like a mermaid in myths. His mouth were left open, he had no more pinch of composure. Isla walks majestically into the palace greeting the king. Love live my king, the great monarch of Albion.
She bowed her head towards the earth, pledging her full respect to the king. The king marveled, he stares at her in extreme wonder. Her speech and character where in accordance. He praised his fellow monarch for raising such smart and well nurtured princess. He immediately took delight in her, ordering the maidens to show her the way to her room.
The stars were in alliance, accompanied by the tenderness of the night snow. The bird spread themselves in layers, taking solace by the beautiful oak tree, singing melodious lullaby. Isla was outside, resting her head on Luther arms. He strokes her golden hair and brought her lips closer, kissing her romantically.
Prince Luther was overwhelmed, that was the best kiss he had in his entire life. What a feeling! Isla cloaked her lips closer to Luther ear and made a whisper "I love you Luther" That statement was all Luther had been waiting for. He was over taken by goosebumps. He could feel butterflies rejoicing in his belly. But something was slightly wrong.
This was happening too fast. It feels like a scene in the second chapter of "THE FAIRY LOVE STORY" a comic novel he grew interest in of recent. Was it a fairly tale? Yes it was! This was very hilarious. Prince Luther woke up, mustering the word "I LOVE YOU ISLA" out of his sleep.
Oh goodness! It was all a dream.
He opened his eyes and banged his hand on the bed, feeling so offended and extremely disappointed. I must go to the princess chamber tonight, he said to himself not logically reasoning if it was ideal. Cmon Luther! What the hell are you thinking. Think! Think! Think, he muttered rapidly, folding his fist and smacking them on his hard skull.
He was a prince for crying out loud. Where was his composure and serenity? But Isla was just too beautiful. Getting his eyes off her felt totally impossible. His mind were made up, as hard as a cemented concrete. He was a man and should step up like one. Luther popped out of his chamber and headed towards Isla room. He was ready, fully suited up.
He slowly paused at Isla entrance and inhaled his breath. Knock…knock.. knock. Luther hammers his hand on the door hoping to get a response. He stood at the door for quite some seconds, contemplating if or not Isla would come open. The gorgeous angel clocked the door open, blinking her eyebrow at the prince who was looking at her lustfully.
My prince, how are you doing. Is anything the problem. N..N.. Not at all princess. I came to check if you enjoying your new space, just making sure you comfortable.
Luther didn't actually believed he made those words out despite his complex anxiety.
That so kind of you my prince. I'm totally good and fine, I love the place too, it really nice.
Isla backed up her response with a smile showing off her dimples. Oh I see, Luther grinned in anxiety, not knowing what next to say. I guess I will see you tomorrow then, Isla said, about to shut the door at Luther face. He quickly resurrected a statement, trying to revive the already concluded conversation. Do you love staying outside to get a feel of the refreshing night breeze
Yes, sometimes I do. Luther breath down. There seem to be some sought of hope for him. I'm guessing we could see the stairs together, what do you say? Isla held still for a moment and nodded in compliance. Luther mind limped for Joy. Getting the gorgeous Isla to see the night with him was an actual achievement.
He walks her towards the upper tower of the palace, revealing to her the beauty of the city.
Jay had been summoned. As usual, he came all the way from the palace chamber to serve prince Luther wine this late at night. He placed the tray of wine on the tower concrete, bowed his head and left.
Isla stares at him as he walk away. May I ask, who that is? Oh him, Luther pointed a finger at moving Jay, taking the wine in slow zip. That Jay, my personal messenger. Do you know him, Luther asked feeling a little curious. No, not at all. He just seemed to be quiet.
Yeah, you quite an observer. That kid is a typical example of a sealed lips.
He is a little bit strange, he acts weird sometimes but he is indeed special. Special! Isla repeated Luther words. Yeah, he is the son of the kingdom most renowned hunter.