ADURAS
Chapters 1. Mystery of Sand Storm
"Miss Yena! Are you inside? His Majesty is calling! Please get out now." A man in T-shirt— on his collar there is a rope tied like a pita— and pants below the knee, seeming to knock on the door of the house stage moving wood. He called a woman named Yena. Hope to get a response from the owner.
"What's wrong?"
The man was aghast, because the person he was looking for was outside. She immediately bowed, "Pardon me. I think Miss is inside."
His name is Yena .he is relaxed, very clear from the way he dresses and ties his hair. His skin is white with a sharp nose and thin cheeks. Because she is not on duty, Yena only wears a standard suit a la desert youth— does not wear a skirt. His hair was waist-long, he tied single without accessories.
"Yes, no need to be that polite. Just tell me what the hell are you here for?"
"Annu ... His Majesty Firan .. calling! He said there is an important job for you. Miss Yena's better see him soon."
Yena's eyebrows sticking out. Curious about what tasks will be given. A smile was evident from his lips. "alright. Tell His Majesty Firan, I'll see him soon."
The man bowed once more and said, "Thank you Miss. I will tell you soon."
Then the servant resigned after delivering an important message from His Majesty Firan. Leave Yena with her wild thoughts.
"It seems an important task," muttered Yena. The grin just pops out of the corner of the lips.
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Today, on the way to the Altair Royal Palace, Yena wore a garment of sheepskin woven into a short-sleeved shirt, the length of which was only a chest. He wears a white shirt as his slender tummy cover, with a pair of pants on his knees in jet black. The price of one pair of clothes is estimated to be equivalent to the price of three camels. While his hair is long black, styled with a chain model.
The hair ties used by Yena are made from rare plants that are dried. The plant only appears in the Forbidden Forest area. Yena bought it from a bandit who stopped in town. They say, the hair tie will last and not be easily damaged even though the wearer experiences extreme activities like the work that Yena often does for his Majesty, His Majesty Firan.
Of course the thief knew Yena very well. A woman who was so hailed by the entire population of the city. It was clearly visible from the two blades curving like a giant celurit, perched perfectly behind his body.
The sword was named the Legendary Sword of Er'dura, only the chosen ones could possess it, even a powerful person was unable to conquer Er'dura's will which had his own brain.
That was why the Firan King did not want to waste a chance. Upon learning that Er'dura chose Yena as his owner, King Firan immediately gave Yena an honorary title, making her the King's Personal Guard. With his oath that reads...
⑅ Anyone who dares to injure His Majesty will be my eternal enemy.
⑅ I am willing to pawn a life for His Majesty's safety.
⑅ I will never betray His Majesty, if I betray.
With the three binding vows, it is expected that the percentage of Yena to betray is close to zero. That way King Firan will not have to worry about the possible betrayal that Yena will commit.
Not to forget, the tattoo was immediately made with the coat of arms of the Kingdom Altair—daun falling—on the upper left arm of Yena, a sign that Yena was already part of the kingdom.
Walking quite a distance, passing through the settlement of the residents, Yena finally arrived in front of the gate of the Altair Royal Palace. The two gate guard guards bowed respectfully as they opened the door. Yena replied with a faint smile. Altair Palace is magnificent, the golden domes stand firmly up there. Around the palace planted tropical plants, some are planted in pots. Ah, there is also a fountain gushing profusely in the middle of the Palace, adding to the impression of elegance and luxury at one time.
Because of the conditions that are still early in the morning, Yena chose to visit the warrior training ground first. Yena rested on the stone floor until she got there.
"Sincerely Miss Yena! Good morning!" exclaimed a Deputy Commander. He looked down followed by the would-be soldiers simultaneously.
Yena just smiled to appreciate the candidates to increase her enthusiasm. And sure enough, after Yena passed the group of young men. They immediately cheered as her greeting was well received by Yena.
In the eyes of prospective soldiers, Yena is like an oasis that is rarely found. Because women could not pass by when they had decided to become the Soldiers of the Altair Kingdom. For now Jena is the most beautiful to them. His tough figure managed to destroy the hearts of some would-be soldiers. Of course, many are rejected and heartbroken because of Yena.
Yena arrived right in front of the King's Throne Door. His chest expands to breathe all the air around and then throw it away, until he is ready to face the King.
Three beats is enough to make someone inside open the door for her. What appeared was a woman with a typical abaya Royal Wife.
"Oh, you .. wait a minute," said Leah—second wife of His Holiness Firan— with a cold look. Unfriendly.
Want it feels like Yena slapped the woman's face but she paled because she remembered the family at home.
His views shifted, capturing a King's Advisor named Zain. His position is on the right side of the king. The Warlord of Eden was on the King's left side.
Yena stepped towards the throne, she knelt down with her legs bent parallel, "Hamba saluted His Majesty Firan."
"Stand up, there's something important that we want to discuss with you. Have you heard the rumors?"
Yena quickly stood up but she looked awkward because the one in front was not a random person.
"I've heard it Your Majesty," Yena replied politely.
Zain's advisor seemed to whisper something to King Firan with a view not separated from Yena. It made Yena feel angry.
"So what do you think of the rumors? Assassin[1] What kind of dares to kill the higher-ups of the kingdom?" ask King Firan.
Yena thought hard from all the aspects she knew. There was no way an ordinary assassin would accept a task without seeing who the victim was. Just this time, someone dared to take the task of killing the higher-ups of the Altair Kingdom. To his knowledge, the assassins did not dare with the people who took refuge behind the name of this kingdom. Thanks to the influence of King Firan's leadership, he managed to subdue some of the kingdom in the east.
Yena steadied the heart. This is what he had been thinking since. "Your Majesty, ordinary Assassins could not possibly dare to take on the task of killing the higher-ups. Because the risk is so great. The only one capable of performing a task of this magnitude .. was a special assassin. Maybe someone sent him to kill the top brass."
The king seemed to consider Yena's opinion, quite reasonable for him but did not necessarily make him believe it. "Are you responsible for what you say?"
Yena lowered her head in, the King's doubts affecting her confidence. "I will try my best to Your Majesty."
"Good, look for any information about the killer. Before everything is clear, never come back here. If you say you're coming home with nothing, I'll make sure your family stays in bars. Youunderstand?"
"I understand Your Majesty."
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During the day at the city market, the sun was almost overhead. The boisterousness of the traders and buyers of each other makes the air around become stuffy. Even so, Yena was already used to this kind of market atmosphere.
"Uncle, the whole wheat bread is 3 packs of 1 dirham, huh?" yena asked, starting the science of bargaining passed down from parents.
"Okay, I will be poor if Miss bids him that low," the merchant's uncle, looking with compassion, asked for mercy from Yena. Her clothes looked worn out with stitches here and there.
Yena exhaled a coarse breath, turning her face away as her little heart began to fill. Again he was unable to practice this family legacy. How can he bid, if with a twinkle memelasih the uncle Yena had flown the white flag. Surrender.
"Yes already then. Directly wrap wheat bread and egg rolls 3, Uncle? Then the desert nuts and dates a small sack. So how much is it?"
The uncle was immediately excited, the plan to successfully make Yena disappear. That way, the uncle again took a big advantage from Yena.
Of course Yena knew consciously, that she was being cheated. However, his love for small sellers made him unable to protest. Let Yena lose a little, and she will not run out of money.
To the left of Yena, appeared a six-year-old boy. The boy tried to poke the uncle's merchandise.
"Hais, no! Can't be nosy!" ban the uncle out loud. He shook his arm between the piles of spices. Instantly the boy shrieked. She hid behind Yena's feet.
After paying all the groceries with little additions because Yena forgot to buy for her own provisions. While shopping, Yena gave it to the boy. He squatted down to line up the body.
"Adam, take this. Give it to mom. It's food for supplies for a month. Remember that! Go straight home and don't stop by anywhere, okay?" Yena cupped the cheek of Adam, who was her sister. He did so so that Adam might listen to his commands.
"Well, Miss, Adam promised to go home."
The curved line appears under the nose. Unknowingly Yena broke her sister's head full of pride, "Good, smart kid."
Adam waved his hands cheerfully. He ran while carrying the sack that Yena gave him. He went straight home exactly as he was told.
In her heart, Yena was grateful to still have a family. Mom and Adam. Two very valuable people in his life. He promised not to make them miserable.
Ket.
1 Killer of payment.
