Blue Love: Collapsing the Winged Jin Heart

The spirit of the Coral

“Uncle however you must show respect to King Yaksa right? I don't want to punish you for this thing” said King Permadi leaving them both.

The intention of his two uncles' wishes was to attack early so that the kingdom of Jati Jajar was destroyed. But for the King, an honorable man would not be a loser who only dared to attack from behind. Futon and Huson hid their hatred for the King and looked for a loophole for the King to follow their wishes. King Permadi roared and rushed into the hall, followed by the warlord and escort.

“Quickly supervise Futon and Huson, lest they attack the kingdom of Jati Jajar before the taboo of drum warfare is lit.”

“Good noble”

The night full of unrest in the heart of the King, this time he was not so excited to lift the sword to the Jati Jajar region. Last night he had a nightmare until he woke up with a very heavy tear. Part of the dream he had forgotten, he only remembered the figure of the female genie who was staring at him for so long along with a sword in his hand that was filled with blood.

“Dreams of seeing blood, what does that mean?” muttered the King walking towards the window.

Out there the night sky of the jinn realm looked strange and terrifying. There were flashes and lightning strikes without rain. Right into the dead of night the queen mother had a nightmare that drowned her soul on the brink of death. His killing in the past still goes according to the karma obtained. The fatal mistake killed the soul of the innocent saint. The killing and slandering of the most powerful psychic. There is a mystery that has not been revealed about the presence of the spirit of the psychic freely at night until now has not killed the queen mother. He just haunts her without killing. The soul that is still carried away during life, the teaching from the estuary of the green estuary of liberation without killing the living creature even makes the greatest sin. But, now his cold heart became the opposite and occasionally present in the dream of the queen mother to hurt and warn him.

“Arghh... arghh please!” shouted the queen mother.

She ran down the long hallway while lifting her big dress. Actually he really hates to sweat because it will melt the decoration on his face. But this time he's in a pinch. Lifting the tip of the dress and maintaining the crown on the head so as not to fall off.

“No! No, don't bother me! Go!”

The breath of the queen mother hunts, in great fear. If only he had not defended his crown maybe he could have run even faster. At the end of the hall was already a figure in white clothes with a detached body waiting for him, a face he did not recognize many times present in his dreams.

“Arghhh..”

The screams are now out of the room.

The surprised ladies opened the door and woke him up.

“Have gone I'm fine” said the woman.

He glanced in the mirror, wiped the sweat and recalled the ghostly face of the woman in his dream. Tomorrow is the battle of the kingdom of Yaksa but he does not care about it or deliver the King out the door of the palace. The queen mother brought some bodyguards and maids to a genie who had supernatural knowledge near the forest.