Isla was at her peak. She had officially became the unknown shadow hunting Jay.
It was no surprise at all. She had every right to take him as the primary suspect but concrete evidence was needed to pin him down. Her eyes were on him. It unbelievable to say she knew every step he took, just at the comfort of her chamber.
Tonight would certainly be different . He must and will be caught! She had challenged multiple men during the last few years. Men who proved to be practically older and experienced than her. But things wore a different look to Isla. She believed strength isn't by large muscles. You could be the oldest of all human and still be a fool.
Age is just a number. It never a qualification for wisdom. The men failed to understand this fact and thereby met their doom. Although everyone sees Isla as an ordinary princess, looking all innocent and guilty. They were wrong! Isla was something else. She was her father secret machinery. A weapon he uses when the battle get tough and he felt lost.
The pitiful case of a neighboring clan who call themselves "THE FACELESS" was one of Isla intellectual achievement. They were a secret clan, gradually creating a kingdom of their own.
Their population rate was one quarter of Caledonia. But something kept them outstanding. Their men were as strong as a solid brick.
Giant enough to crush down any kingdom defense. To make things all worse, they had the strongest record of sorcery activities in the northern region. A perfect example of small but mighty. Many wondered why they labeled them as "THE FACELESS ONE".
This myth became a battle of contemplation among fellow competitors.
The king of Caledonia felt threatened. Even though, he wasn't in any way challenged. He still felt internal threat. He went ahead, creating illusional assumption in his head. What if "THE FACELESS" decided to show their capability by waging a war against him. He needed no one to tell him the end result of such act.
Caledonia would certainly fall and crumble into dust. The fear of an uncertain tragical event gave him series of sleepless night. He had to act fast. He needed to strike unknown. But how?
That was the subject of the content. Laying an ambush would be a risky plan to think of. He surely don't want to loose thousands of armies to a single clash.
He had requested for backup and support from Albion but the latter also had a battle in hand. After much deliberation, he decided to consult Isla. He was fully aware how smart she was.
It doesn't matter how tight the tunnel is, Isla would always find her way out. The king tabled his worries to his daughter.
After several minute of conversation between father and daughter, Isla ignited a brilliant idea. Wow! her father exclaimed. He was completely astonished. He showered his daughter brilliant idea with praise and applauds. Isla had craved out something exceptional. A cogent masterpiece that will annihilate THE FACELESS without calling for a physical battle.
Isla had pretended. She had timed their arrival. The king of The Faceless clan was to move pass that route before noon. Isla was monitoring the hands of clock. Waiting for The Faceless to pass by. Isla men were at alert. After minute of patiently waiting, The Faceless clan showed up, riding forth their cart. Isla signaled to the men, ushering them to swing into action.
The men rough handled Isla, holding her by the thigh and trying to rip her cloth off. This was it! The perfect picture they wanted him to see. The leader got furious. What was this? Two men trying to take illegal advantage of a young and attractive girl. This was not a debatable topic.
It a clear sexual assault. He roared loud, coming down from his cart.
The men immediately lose grip of Isla and took to their heels. Isla was looking sick and dirty, pretending to be traumatized tears rolled down her eye and slowly streaked through her cheek.
The men came closer. They were minimal in number but far more than dozens. Isla was baffled wondering if those men were born of women.
Judging by their giant shape, excessive broad muscle and body physiques. One would mistake them for an heavenly body. The one with the broad black face mask, that might be the leader, Isla thought. The leader was the one been referred to as "The Faceless". He came closer to Isla, stretching forth his hand for a lift.
That was how the pathetic story began. Isla made use of all trick she knew. The leader had harbored her privately, treating her like a victim who needed care and asylum. Isla was becoming a secret root. She began digging deep into them. After months of thorough investigation and close observation, she finally discovered something confidential.
The strength and power of "The faceless" clan lies beneath the leaders mask. That why he always had his face covered. No woman was meant to have physical contact with how eyeball.
It was a taboo. A thorough forbidden act. Isla was one hell of a seductive young lady.
Her eyes alone would make the most valiant man display his vulnerability.
Oh! Poor Luther. It wasn't his fault. Isla presence was just an absolute mind breaker. As time passed by, Isla beauty slotted a pin into the leaders mind. At first, he chested them out but for how long could he. He has been randomly watching a beautiful goddess flaunt her body every crazy day. Month tolled on month and the mighty began to fall.
His heart were drifted just like the paddle of a boat. Easy and slow was the rhythm of the wind. The leader confesses his feelings for Isla. He bought to her ear how hard it is to stare away from her ravishing beauty. Isla pulled up a fake facial smile. The mighty has finally fallen, she thought.
Now, this was her striking point.
She further pretended to play the game of long alongside the leader. I love you too "my leader" You are the reason why my virginity hasn't been stained with blood. My heart melted at the hollow sound of your deep voice. But, she paused, exhaling her breath deeply.
What is it gorgeous, the leader pestered her, urging her to speak.
I would love to see the face of the man that stole my heart. The leader froze at Isla request.
He knew it was risky to do so. The fact that it was a taboo. But the veil of love at completely blindfolded his sight. That was how Isla caught him. The rest scene remains a story that touches the heart. The faceless clan fell. Their body decomposed into particle of ash and dust.
This was just one quarter of the numerous cases Isla had dealt with.