Ar'Chismaytopia Rae Saga(Australia)

Light and Darkness

Night, bring a cool breeze that blows breeze. The leaves swayed, as if

danced. He hasn't fallen asleep since when. Time revolves around him without him noticing. Feels exhausting.

Everything feels like a dream.

Is this really the life he lightens. Is this really what he wants to do? Again, everything feels unreal. This is not the life he wants to live. This is someone else's life.

Not life…

Morning is coming soon. And again he will see the sunrise. For the whole time. He sighed. Then get up from his bed. Waving the curtain that separated his room from the outside world. He stepped out, the night air pounding his face, blowing the children's hair with a gentle swing. From the balcony where he stood he stared out, towards the night sky.

The sky is scattered with stars. The moon shines in a tiny tinge of light.

It's his life now and what he's going to do about it.

He climbed on the balcony. Stretched his hands.

He has to end it.

He dropped into the empty air in front of him.

Take back his life.

His body slid down quickly. Landed gracefully on the ground. Then he ran as fast as he could.

Steps ceased.

“Mr daughter, what are you doing here.” One of the palace gate guards stopped his steps. He glided gracefully in front of him.

“I'll take a walk in the forest. I'll be back.” The girl flicked her hair behind her pointed ears.

“But princess, this is not even dawn.”

“I'll be fine.” Then he ran again. Not to run away again. But to find himself back.

“Princess!” I sayup he heard the palace guards shouting. But he doesn't care.

He must find himself again. Get out of all this…

***

On the other hand Ar’chismaytopia, in the other kingdom; Herados bored, bored to death with all the ridiculous nonsense before him. He sat on one of the chairs on the pulpit with three high chairs, his father stood in the middle, his uncle sat on the right side while himself on the left side. In front of him stood several Svartalfar sitting in high chairs along the side of the room. His father forced him to attend a council meeting. Either until when the members of the council will use flowery figures and go straight to the point of the problem. They had spoken for almost half a day and had just finished talking about the working situation when a rancid magician came. This was not the first time so Herados knew exactly what he was expecting.

Herados yawned impolitely. Of course intentionally. Something he actually knew was futile.

His father threw a warning look at him. Indeed what his father expected by asking him, ah. not asking for it but commanding him to join this council, along with the rancid witches who.

constantly licking his father's ass. Herados wondered how his father could still sit on the throne without slipping.

“Your Majesty,” The witch started to stand up and started talking. She was the only witch in the room, and the only one standing in the middle of the room. He had just entered, and started speaking before the board of “With great difficulty and distress, I had endangered my life over these past few months, in the mission of finding the sword of Ljsalfar.” Herados scoffs. He knew the witch would do nothing. He was only chin-backed and spying on the real people looking for the sword. But Herados did not care about any sword. He was just sick of the fool in front of him.

The witch looked at Herados with displeased eyes. But it was too clever to let Herados' actions affect him.

“We must destroy it immediately, Your Majesty! Before the hybrids found it. I've heard that those mixed characters are starting to move in search. Those damned people should not have any hope of being able to master Ar’chismaytopia.” Herados looked at the strange witch boredly. Found the witch throwing a fleeting look of fear at her uncle.

His uncle just stared indifferently at the witch. It's common knowledge that his uncle has a hybrid son. Unmitigated he impregnated a Ljolfar, not a witch but a Ljalfar.  His uncle never admitted publicly, but he never denied it as a child either. And again their faces are too similar to be denied. Everyone talks about it behind his back.

While his uncle_Prince Holgafar lamented indifferently. It was as if the boy never existed. His uncle never married, nor did a hybrid woman give birth to his child. Even Herados—King's father

 But no matter what his uncle did, he was a hero to Herados, his role model.

“Only by observing the hybrids moving will not take us anywhere,” said his uncle casually. “We will always be one step behind. If that's what you call risking your life, even a child can do it.”

The witch almost choked. He looked at his uncle with a look of hate mixed with fear.

“We not only observe, but we know for sure what the hybrids are doing, your majesty,” said the witch clearly once she stuttered.

“Have you put people in that group?” asked his uncle while raising his eyebrows.

 “Yes majesty, with Prince Zeine there will be very difficult to enter Svartalfar

into that group.”

“Hmmm... not if the child we input is hybrid.”

“But I heard you didn't get along with your son Prince Holgafar?” immediately after saying it the witch looked regretful and frightened, the atmosphere became silent gripping.

Herados immediately upheld his seat. He watched from the corner of his eye Prince Holgafar tighten his handlers. No one knows what he'll do next.

King Bolgefar snapped the table to everyone's surprise.

“Dragon your mouth, Witch!” snapped it.

“I'm sorry your majesty,” he said as he bowed backwards. With a fierce look glimmered in his eyes.

“Holgaf, which hybrid child do you mean. Do you have another bastard you're hiding from me!” bentak King. His face was angry. Herados clucked in surprise indifferently. His father threw a look

sharp at him. Herados pretended not to know.

“What?” tanyanya. His father just shakes his head. In his mind he said, if his son was more like his brother who never humiliated him. Except the disgrace he had done by impregnating the hybrid ljosalvar. But all that he paid for with devotion, and never once did he pay his attention to his son. If only he had never once had a child with that hybrid. It'll be better. But the king knew he couldn't ask for better than now. Everyone has fallen. Especially the hybrid ljosalvar. The king knew how Ljsalfar's hybrid beauty could be so blinding.

While child. Like most of Svartalfar's other children. Sloppy, uncaring, and playful. It's just that his son did not refer to the maturation of Svartalfar. He remains irresponsible

like her all along. The uncle just looked at the king indifferently. “Surely you remember our cousin Elgorf.”

“Yes, what's with him,” said the king briefly.

“Remember how much he is happy with women and he is not a voter. If I don't forget, I remember he had one or two human peranakan.”

The king scratched his chin thinking.

“Earn people to call Elgorf to the palace. I'll talk to him about this!” the king turned to one of the royal guards. One saluted and left the room. “And you!”

. “When I get the right candidate. Make sure she gets into the group seamlessly.” After saying so the king waved his hand telling the council to disperse.

“Good noble,” said the witch bowed and left.

　

Herados

Fryas