Ar'Chismaytopia Rae Saga(Australia)

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Rae couldn't sleep, she rolled around restless in bed too agitated to be able to fall asleep. Tomorrow the mounchi master will test his magic abilities. And he has no picture of her at all.

“You can't sleep?” ask Frya after a while.

“Eh, do I bother you?” ask Rae.

“No,” replied Frya. He got up and opened the glowing stone cover beside his bed. Letting light illuminate the room.

Rae got up from her bed. And sipped a glass of water from the cup that was on the table beside his bed.

“There was wrong Rae?” ask Frya.

Rae sighed, “there's not just too tense,” replied Rae. He was silent and played his glass. “What if tomorrow I mess up?” rae said a moment later.

“You can definitely, don't worry,” Frya replied casually.

Rae put the cup down, then walked towards the window. He sat on the window sill and leaned his head against the glass, his eyes pushyly staring out.

Rae stared out the window, their room facing a garden. The garden reminded Rae of Celestia. A large tree grew densely in the middle of the room, the tree had branches that were parallel to the windows of his room which was on the third floor.

Something on that branch caught Rae's attention. An elf is in there. Her plump body was leaning against a tree, while her hands were folded. Elf, thought Rae. Not Ljalfar, he did not emit light like Frya in the dark. But Rae can see his face clearly. He's handsome instead of playful, like an angel hiding a demon inside. His eyes stared. A second later, their eyes fluttered and Rae flinched. His eyes were dark, Rae wasn't sure there was such a black eyeball, but that was how his eyes looked as dark as the night sky, exposing Rae's soul.

“What do you see?” ask Frya curiously. He stood beside Rae and stared into Rae's seven eyes. “Ah, Herados. Isn't he very handsome?” said Frya flat.

Rae grunts, “you know her?”

“Yes, and no…. He's the son of the king of darkness,” said Frya dramatically.

“Eh.?”

“Prince of darkness, son of king Svartalfar, elf of darkness?” answer Frya.

“Yes he is handsome and you are beautiful, you should be together to strengthen your kingdom,” celfor Rae.

“Yeah... he's amazingly handsome, but you can't trust a Svartalfar Rae! remember that,” said Frya casually aware to the window facing the opposite side.

“Why?” as if that Svartalfar had heard what they were talking about he continued to shower his sharp gaze on Rae. Long time they sat. Until finally Svartalfar jumped down from his perch and left the garden.

“It's their natural nature to betray and make trouble.”

“You trust Rae too easily. It will be interesting to see you sort out the good and bad later.” Frya ate Rae who was still stunned looking out. Frya turned to look at Herados standing up, then smiled at Rae, patting her on the shoulder.

“Why do you sound like praying for me to be hurt?” ask Rae. The answer from Frya was just a patter of laughter.

“Of course not. Go to sleep, tomorrow is a long day for you,” Frya said as she closed the glowing stone.

Long Rae sat there. Before he finally laid back on his bed, and stared at the ceiling of his room for a long time.

***

The cold had crept on his shoulders, though Winter had passed, the spring night had arrived and the air was beginning to warm, but it was not warm enough to remove the cold tonight. I don't know why he's sitting here in silence. Herados loved the darkness that surrounded him. Darkness calms his desires. He missed his sword, it kept haunting his thoughts, like a beloved lover. Herados breathed. This garden was too small to feel like a forest, not enough to make his soul feel free, but at least there was a tree here, he wanted to run in the forest. Cowering in the trees, and hearing the song of the night. For a while he will be here and this is enough for him, no matter what he thought sourly.

For the umpteenth time the mind bounced back, to his father's storage room where his sword lay alone. Since when did he think of a sword that was alone, ah, has he gone mad. He really wanted to take it, feeling incomplete without that sword. He used to not feel it but now it was as if he knew there was a strange hole in his body that could only be filled by the sword. Makes him cringe. The sword made him obsessed, and Herados hated that feeling.

Returning to snitchopalace did not make the feeling fade, it had been almost a week that he returned to this dormitory, participating in activities like the other children's Svartalfar. The activity did not turn its mind to the sword of Svartalfar . It was just a sword, Herados thought sourly.

He wanted to go home and touch his sword, but his father would be angry if he did, unlucky for him, unlucky for the world around him, once he had that sword, nothing would be able to separate him with that sword. Herados sighed, what was he thinking.

Then the feeling hit him, creeping around his skin, someone was watching him. Herados puffed up, and there it was. Their eyes were clashing. Human girl, he thought.

Herados' heart stopped beating, the girl's eyes drugged her. For a moment Herados stopped breathing. Why did he stay in one of the dormitories for the elves. He should have stayed with the witches. They lack space to show it. Ladislaus's dormitory, Herados noticed it. No one has lived there for a long time. Who's the girl.

What the man is doing there. He was talking to someone, but their eyes did not come off. Herados wanted to get closer. He was like being bewitched by her. Herados was able to recognize the silhouette of his face. The advantage of being a Svartalfar is that he has sharp eyes, capable of penetrating darkness. And across the distance. Is that human girl capable of doing so as well? He was talking to someone, but his eyes didn't turn away from him.

The person he spoke to approached the window. Ah. the light princess Frya. He was about to get out of his safe forest. What did the girl do with the princess.

Ah, maybe he's the princess' pet. Doesn't he like to hang out with humans. I am still trying to see the goodness. How idealistic the princess was.

But the girl was indeed attractive, the girl's eyes reminded her of the wood in her debt. Dark brown with a tinge of red, she is mine, mine. You have. Herados then smiled at the girl. The girl looked at the light princess. Time to go, thought Herados.

He'll find out who the girl is, but later. For the time being it is best that he return to the castle. The cold began to pierce him. Herados felt light. Without realizing it he no longer thought about his sword.