The pierce looking nails weren't fitting into the hammer.
Albion was the nail and Jay represents the hammer.
Jay was a hard nut to crack. For the first time ever, Isla failed a cogent task.
She was furious to her bones. There is no way Jay is going scot free.
He must be punished for humiliating her standard reputation.
Cole was out of the town, far away from the northern region.
It was all planned! The king knew better.
He had dubiously sent Cole on a three weeks journey, far away to the southern region of the continent.
He knew well that Cole wouldn't watch his son sent out on an indefinite exile.
Not after his unimaginable sacrifice for the kingdom.
The king felt guilt in his heart. He was aware this wasn't right.
It would be disgusting to hear that he sent the kingdom savior on an exile.
But to him, there was no choice left. He was scared to his pants.
Ever since the prophetical revelation of the fortune seer, his mind as raced and hyped up.
Why wouldn't he tremble? A kid who single-handedly matched into the valley of snake and pulled out the ancient trident, bringing it back to it original territory.
He was called hope, blessed and a liberator of freedom.
This prophecy flew into his head. The best he could do was send Jay on an exile.
It was a quite and concealed mission. Jay was taken, bundled and secretly sneaked out of the palace in the dead of the night.
It was a secret. Highly classified. There were only two orchestrator.
That was the king and Isla.
The two brains hiding behind the scene. Jay was bundled by the guards, far away from albion vicinity. By dawn, the guards had dumped him far into the bush.
Jay struggled, he battled with the tied sack, trying to rip it off but it doesn't feel like he would be able. Some word of magic would do.
(APERI NUNC). Jay chanted, commanding the sack to rip open. At once it did.
That was classic, he thought. He turned his head, spinning them around the ground.There stood a paper, resting at the comfort of the the dried leaves.
It was a letter. Jay rushingly unwrapped it. He rolled it open and slowly scanned the content written in it. He read it out words for words like he was presenting an open speech.
His eyes were telling lies! Yes they must be.
Banished! The letter was clear and strict. The king had stamped a seal of royally on it.
His feet has been forbidden from stepping into the very soil of Albion.
Jay became mute. His warmth stomach goes cold.
Slowly and steady, he dipped the letter into the little pocket beside his robe.
He masked his face towards the sky. A flight of birds flew over, making a tiny hollow noise.
The wind blew heavy, birds oozed by. The forest atmosphere became scary and chaotic.
Jay snapped his head around the bush. Something was coming. A mighty force was about to hit the arena. It was close much more than he could feel.
Jay bruised the ground, drafted a hand full of black sand.
(AS-PER-GERE). Jay chanted out in magic, sprinkling the particles of sand into the thin air.
His spiritual vision opened wide and clear. Isla surfaced out of the thin air.
She was there all this while. She had safely concealed her physical body, hiding under the tentacles of the wind.
Few centimeters from his proximity was mysterious Isla. She wore a black robe, pampering the upper part of her neck with a black veil.
Jay was baffled. He perched his gaze and casted his eye line in her face.
Cmon Jay, stop with the strange look. Aren't you happy to see my elegant figure once again.
She clocked out a terrific smile of total negativity.
Did the king sent you, Jay asked, leaning forth the obnoxious letter.
Did he sent you to kill me! He repeated but this time, raising his voice.
Calm…calm..calm. Take a chill pill "Jay".
A man of tarnished reputation like you shouldn't go violent.
You should grieve and keep your anguish for days to come.
Jay belly boiled at her words. She was beginning to awake the beast in him.
I came here of my own accord with just one primary goal.
Jay lensed his ear forward, crushing forth to digest Isla reason of impromptu appearance.
I came here to feed on your blood, Isla birthed her words, slotting out the hair pin she wore.
(ADO-RI-RI) She enchanted the hair pin, signaling it towards Jay. It was very clear. It aimed for nothing but the heart.
At once, Jay neutralized the incoming threat, using the "magic of the eye".
The hair pin melted into particles, vanishing into the thin air.
The young warlock angered more. His eyeball blazed in anger and desperation.
He summoned the dried leaves, serializing them under the control of the wind.
The dried leaves awakened from the earth and formed like a rock.
It hovered around Isla, forming a hole in between her body.
She tried her best. She chanted a lot of magical words so as to neutralize the mystical threat, but it was beyond her power. Jay eyeball won't stop shining. They glowed brighter, increasing the wave of the wind.
Isla lost control of her feet. The dried leaves hovered around her, captivating her entire body.
And just like a flying horse, she galloped far into the sky , chilling with the realms of the air.
Jay glowing eyes dimmed slowly and theoretically. His anger deduced.
He fell into the ground at once, breathing heavily like a giant elephant who Just finished a sack race.
The hot morning sun shine radiantly at Hannah face.
She winced them twice and shipped them open. She eased the door open, limped forward and fostered her leg towards the palace cell, hoping to check on Jay.
Hannah glanced at the cell door. Alas! It was empty.
Only the inevitable presence of the fierce looking guards could be seen.
Her heart pumped a bit. They raced theoretically.
She ran through the stairs, holding up her beautiful pink regalia.
Hannah took a pause at the dining table. The royal family were having their morning dinner.
Come join us, the king said, beckoning Hannah to come take a sit.
Hannah gases out in heavy breath. "Father" where is Jay?
I couldn't find him in his cell. Sit and eat daughter.
Stop exhausting your mind on cheap topics.
Father was up to something or rather had executed an obnoxious plan.
You call this a cheap talk! What have you done to him, Hannah roared at her father.
The king got furious. He slammed his palm on the dining table and fired back at Hannah.
I sent him on an exile. Do you have a problem with that?
Hannah felt a break in her knee. She froze right there, gazing at her father with undeniable hatred.