Ar'Chismaytopia Rae Saga(Australia)

Snitchopalace (part 1)

At the end of the day Rae had already felt a stinging pain in her back periodically, but magic healed her immediately.

At the end of the crossroads they then said Frya, “there, there it was Snitchopalace,” pointing towards a castle in the distance. Snitchopalace Castle rises full of pride among the trees and cliffs around it. The sunset gives a tinge of orange color as the background, becoming an amazing backdrop.

The horse he was riding moved slowly. Rae looked up and looked in admiration. The castle's architecture reminds Rae of the fairy tales she often reads.

Their horses were slowing down in front of a gate made of wrought iron. Symbols decorate the whole cross section. Two elves with pointed ears stood opposite each other with their swords and bows. An elf with a bow had a circumference above his head. On their middle side a man carries a book in his left hand and a stick in his right hand. He split when the door swung open, with no one opening it. Only when they entered the courtyard further could Rae see the bustle there. With so many races wandering around, Rae can see dwarves, goblins, and cetaurus. All those things he only saw in the fairy tale.

Frya slid down in a smooth motion. Rae lifted her cat a hug and descended very clumsily, almost slipping with her face hitting the ground.

“FRYA!”a boy shouted as rae was balancing his body, he shouted in a tone of disbelief, running to empty them.

He's not human, and Rae can figure it out. His steps were graceful and lithe like an elf. But she is also not an elf, Rae can see blunt ears like hers. Her hair was white like silver, sparkling, while her eyes were green like a forest.  He was very handsome, making Rae's heart jump when he smiled.

He stopped and stood in front of Frya. Then bowed, his smile expanding.

Rae looked at Frya. The elf smiled at him. Not as wide as the boy, but Rae could see his face sparkling with pleasure.

“Denzel,” Frya reply to silence on the boy. Rae felt a jab of envy that she did not know of its origin.

“You decided to go back?” asked the boy, Denzel thought Rae was trying to remember the name.

“Something like that,” replied Frya.

“So I'll see you around here for a while?” ask Denzel.

“It seems so,” replied Frya amusedly.

“Mr Princess, it's been a long time,” greet someone. Rae turned her head and looked at the other boy who was similarly handsome. He was as tall as the first boy, but there was an aura of authority that was emanating from within him. Her hair is dark brown. So too with his eyes. He put both his hands in his pocket. When Rae turned to her she bowed. Instantly Rae felt a change in Frya's attitude. His smile disappeared, he bowed to the man coldly. Initially rae did not know that bending in a cold way could be done.

“Prince,” said. His voice froze Rae.

“Are you finally willing to join a commoner like us?” the man said it was friendly.

“The call of commoners does not seem to suit you, is not it so Crown Prince Zeine” said Frya coldly, The boy just shrugged in response.

“We retreat prince. Come on Rae we just arrived there's a lot we have to take care of.” Frya bowed, followed by Rae with the same gesture.

“See you later, fry,” says Denzel. He got a warm smile in return and a wave of hands.

Frya slightly galloped as she left for the two people.

“Who are they?” ask Rae when they're far away. Frya stopped in front of the castle entrance, the door was towering over five meters high, as she entered Rae hall unceasingly amazed. But that didn't stop him from asking.

“You hate him?” ask Rae.

Frya grunted unhappily. Rae doesn't understand Frya's grunt, but she lets it go. Rae did not ask anymore because Frya's expression said that she did not want to explain further so she asked another question.

“And the other guy?” ask Rae.

“Denzel,” replied Frya briefly. The gate is open. “Come, we have to find Master Mounchi.”

Rae sighed, knowing that Frya would not give her any more information.

After asking one of the guards where Master Mounchi was. They walked towards Mounchi's office through a hallway with large glass windows that made this place in a blanket of twilight light.

A few turns of the hallway they finally arrived at a wooden door. Frya knocked on the door three times.

The door opened by itself. “Log in,” word voice from inside. Frya stepped into the room, after Rae.

Before him was a middle-aged man sitting in front of a table. The blue eyes watched Rae with piercing glances, behind the glasses. His dark brown hair in short cuts, his long face looked calm. Both of his hands were clenched under his chin.

“Princess Frya, glad to see you back. How was your trip?” ask the man friendly.

“Just a little misunderstanding at the Master's inn, but the rest of our trip was fine. How are you?” frya replied while receiving the man's helping hand. They shook hands for a moment.

“please sit down,” said. “You must be tired after the trip.” Rae and Frya each took a seat in front of Master Mounchi's table. “I'm fine princess, thank you. We are glad you decided to come back,” he said with a smile.

“it's just a matter of Master time. In the end I still have to go back. Master monchi, this is Rae. Rae introduce this Master Mounchi.” Rae let go of her cat, and got up, extending her right hand which was not holding Fhyre.

“It's nice to meet you Rae,” he said as he shook Rae's hand.

“It is precisely me who feels happy Master,” said Rae. Rae mimicked Frya's friendly demeanor. Mounchi waved, a set of tea cups and equipment flying from the rack cabinet behind Mounchi. Landed in front of them. “I only have teabags I hope you don't mind.”

“Of course Master,” replied Frya. A tea bag flew into each of their cups in one wave of Master Mounchi's hand. From the end of the room the tap water spun open and the water flew and flowed into the teapot. As soon as the water hits the bottom of the teapot the water vapor billows. The teapot then floated, pouring the water into each of their cups.

“Sugar, milk?” ask Master Mounchi. His long fingers pointed towards the place of sugar and milk in a friendly manner.

“Sure,” replied Frya. He waved his hand and the place where the milk was floating poured some of its contents into Frya's cup. “Rae?” ask Frya. Rae nodded with a smile. She was unsure of the magic she could produce, and was too embarrassed to pour her milk without magic.