ADURAS

Part 23: Amethyst

A man with a height of a human waist, carrying firewood on his back. Kupluk knitted wool-based he used as head protector. He stepped towards the settlement of Bandai Besi. Wooden houses stand firmly in the middle of the forest, far apart and spread the distance from one house to another. The roof of their house is semicircular, as a feature of its existence.

Not much different from the wooden houses before, the man also had his own house. In the courtyard, there were two cook stoves. One of the furnaces he was using to cook food.

He immediately threw the firewood on his back to the ground and arranged it in a circular shape. Keep it that way until it's done.

There was the sound of boiling water coming from the furnace. When the lid of the pan is opened, the porridge with the spice mixture has matured, the hot steam billows upward. So fragrant, he himself became hungry after smelling his scent.

But, no! This porridge is for someone in the house. He was lying helplessly due to the deep wounds that kept gnawing at his body. The short man immediately picked up the bowl and glass after putting out the fire. He used a wooden soup spoon to spoon the porridge into the bowl.

Someone walked slowly while holding on to the wooden wall of the house to the door lip, he looked at the short man in front of him, "You, who?"

The short man looked over, his pupils enlarged. Someone in the house is awake. "Oh, Prince Hazard, are you awake?"

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After hearing an explanation from the short man, Hazard according to. Back into the house. He sat leaning against the teak-wood bed while waiting for the short man who kept walking back and forth looking for something. Just the first time he met him, Hazard's view could not be separated from the black beard dangling. Hazard observed the clothes with iron armor around the arm.

In this room there is not too much furniture, there is only one closet patterned plants spread, the bed for one person now Hazard occupy, and there is only one room, and some of the ornaments from the precious stones on display were lined up around the wooden walls. Hazard recognized some of his names, there was even a lump of unrefined— gemstone.

The short man brought a 4x4 table, lowered it near the bed. He put a wooden spoon, bowl and metal glass on the table. Delicious porridge is ready to be eaten. However, Hazard was a little hesitant.

"Just calm down, the porridge is non-toxic. I specially made it for the Prince."

Hazard observed the gruel's vents ahead, the smell of the mist billowing from the bowl making his stomach even hungrier. His throat was getting drier if he kept looking at him. Hazard turned his face away with his hand pressing against his stomach. "How do you know I'm a Prince?"

The short man looked expressionless, he touched his own forehead. "I know because the Prince has a blue crystal on his forehead."

His forehead wrinkled, instantly caressing the blue crystal. Again the turbans went missing somewhere. It might have been kept somewhere by the short guy. "Actually only Queen Tel-onera and I know this. How could you know?"

"The Queen told me. If the Prince doesn't believe me, I won't insist," said the short man, "please enjoy the porridge, you've been unconscious for two days." He continued, immediately coming out of the room, giving little room for Hazard.

Hazard stared back at the bowl filled with porridge. He was starving from unconsciousness. With a heavy heart, he grabbed the spoon stored on the table, a mouthful put into the mouth and chewed slowly. However, to his surprise, the very soft texture of the porridge immediately slid easily on the esophagus. Fragrant spices used add to the taste of porridge. In the blink of an eye, the porridge had been devoured. Even while eating it, Hazard thought of nothing but porridge in front.

Hazard completed one mouthful with a flowering heart. The suspicion that had previously appeared, gradually disappeared with time. However, there is something strange with the contents of the water in the glass, the purple color looks dirty.

The short man brought a wooden chair for himself, then sat at the end of the bed. "That's medicinal water. From the stew of the precious stone of Ametis. Efficacy as a poison neutralizer."

"That's it, huh?" ask it as a form of affirmation. Hazard immediately drank the medicinal water once a gulp. It doesn't taste too bad, a little sweet with bitter taste afterwards.

"Actually Ametis boiled water, only neutralizes the poison. I just found out, that water can heal elves that are injured by black energy."

"What's? You mean how?"

"Yes, I had to do that. I don't know what to do because the Prince doesn't have a partner yet."

Hazard cannot escape. Because in fact the medicine for an elves who are exposed to black energy, is indeed the delivery of energy from his partner. So far, that's all he knows. Exactly what Grandpa Vrede said.

"Has the black energy in my body gone?"

"I don't know. The Prince must see the Queen immediately. It's possible that Ametis's boiled water only stops the spread instead of eliminating."

Hazard stared fixedly at the short man, his brown bead brilliantly with firm facial folds. His nose was clearly visible when Hazard decided to sit on the edge of the bed. "Thank you, Uncle. May I know Uncle's name?"

"Call me Okan. It was a call from Her Majesty the Queen," replied the short man.

"Oh, a minute ...." He got up, suddenly remembering the jug of medicinal water. He walked and took the pitcher in question, located outside this house.

Okan handed over the jug with both hands, he said, "Take this, just in case. Drink this medicinal water when the Prince feels pain in the heartburn."

A faint smile appeared, Hazard grabbed it with both hands, "Thank you. I'll keep it."

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Hazard says goodbye. The pitcher that was given was a belt on the waist, not forgetting the turbans that he always wore. Hazard had a chat with Uncle Okan, they talked about this border forest, which became the boundary between the territory of the Ukheil Kingdom and the Kingdom of Avalon, the kingdom inhabited by winged elves.

After that, Uncle Okan told me about the dwaft race, his own race. The dwaft race is not human, they stand alone despite their human-like physical form. They love mining and making metal tools is their specialty. They make these two things their daily work. Usually the buyer will come by himself and order. When it is finished, the seller will send directly the goods that have been ordered.

Why did Hazard just find out about this important thing? Is it possible because he is too focused on his obligations as a Prince? He knew about the blacksmiths because the weapons of the royal guards ordered from them. He thought the elves made it, but it wasn't.

"Finally, until. Better to go home first, save this sword," said Hazard, relieved to have arrived at his residence.

Hazard ran a little to speed up the pace. Sometimes it is greeted by the inhabitants. A friendly smile she showed. They are active as usual, planting and raising.

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"All the wheat I've transferred to the warehouse. Do you need anything else?"

"No, thanks for helping."

"Well, I'm sorry."

The man's servant bailed, leaving the residence of Dienra and its owner.

Dienra went into the house and closed the door tightly. He stroked his face then squeezed and pulled it like peeling skin. He's a fake Dienra. His clothes instantly changed right then and there, becoming the clothes of an assassin.

Netranya. The sky blue iris of the eye looked at the room with very minimal illumination, its sturdy jaw affirming its status as an assassin. He walked into the room.

In the room was a man with the face of Dienra, his hands and feet tied with his mouth biting on a cloth. False dienra knelt down, looking down at her victim. "Sorry man, I have to finish you now."

The bound man shook his head strongly upon hearing Dienra's false remark. He inched until he hit a wooden wall near the window. His body stiffened with widened pupils.

Fake Dienra picked up the dagger behind the shirt, her footsteps heard echoing. He hugged the bound man's body while pressing the dagger on the side of his stomach. "Good bye."

The dagger was stuck deep, the fishy smell of fresh blood piercing the smell. The bound man groaned in pain. He was dying, staring hatefully.

Now, the mission of the King is over. The fake dienra immediately came out before anyone saw the action.

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Reda city, night.

Someone was wearing a judah. His face was hidden behind the hood. He walked towards the Altair Royal Palace. The steps are relaxed, but be careful.

While in front of the gate, he showed the scroll paper with the signature of the King, the two bodyguards immediately opened the gate without asking anything else.

A person continued to step up, walking the stone path up to the brilliant, shiny white floor of the palace. He climbed a circular staircase with a handrail made of pure gold.

In front, there were two bodyguards guarding the King's study. Someone walked over and showed me the scroll. The two guards knew who the person they were dealing with was.

"Please, Sir."

Stepping aside, the two bodyguards gave way unannounced to the King. Because they've been warned not to obstruct someone with an autographed scroll.

A person walks without hesitation then pulls one of the doorknobs, closing it back when entering. The blue iris of the sky instantly flashed in the light of the lamp. He removed the cloak and knelt before the King, saying, "Sincerely, Your Majesty Firan."

"Stand."

According to the order, the man got back up, staring at the King's respect.

"Good, you came in time. What about your previous assignment, Sameer?"

"For three days there, I got a lot of information. About who gave them food supplies and of course the identity of the desert killer" Sameer said.

Apparently that someone was Sameer, an assassin Yena's best friend. The friendly face he always showed Yena no longer seemed to be the rest of his existence. All it looks is an empty face without emotion.

The King propped up his chin, smiling happily with a sly grin. "Tell me everything, I want to hear all the information you've got."

Sameer took a scroll under his leather clothes and saliva, then gave it to the King with both hands. "I wrote down all the information on this scroll. Please Your Majesty read it first."

The king received the scroll, he immediately opened the rope wrapped around it. Then read the scroll carefully. A few minutes later, a sly grin was clearly sculpted on the lips. "Good, it's not in vain that I pay you."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

King Firan looked at Sameer back, the corner of his eyes turning sharp. "There's still work to do for you. You don't have to worry about the pay."

Sameer then knelt before the King, saying, "I am ready to carry out any kind of duty, Your Majesty."