Blue Love: Collapsing the Winged Jin Heart

My soul belongs to you

Where is spring to be found? The land of the jinn is now too much wind. On the day tired of turning his face up the fireplace, anger floats show deliberate. King Permadi retracted the throne that was almost deposed.

The war between King Permadi and Huson intensified, they gave each other energy in. The seconds of the battle were spent restraining the king's anger pressure. He dropped the sword on the ground turning towards the pulpit. Huson grabbed the sword about to stab the king, the king's back slightly exposed to his sword. From the direction of the gate the voice of the princess Arska cried out.

“King, King!” yelled princess Arska.

He ran towards the king, Husson's sword succeeded at the edge of the Permadi king but he released a dagger into the princess' body. The sharp object hit the belly of the princess of Arska. The king spread his wings to slam Huson.

“Argh...” Huson draws blood from his mouth.

The king's anger was not satisfied until there. He slashed Huson's hand until it revealed a hand bone. The queen mother screamed running up to her, the king kept on attacking her, lifting her flying as high as possible and dropping her to the ground.

Brugh.

The sound of bones cracking Huson's bones until the last breath.

The king headed towards the princess of Arska, lifting the princess' body towards the green temple. Blood from the princess' stomach poured out, the king hugged the princess' body firmly. He accelerated the flapping of wings flying as fast as the wind above the clouds.

The barrier trees covering the moving temple gave way as the King entered the territory. He walked in front of the fortress laying the body of the princess.

Instantly the door of the temple fortress opened, the clustered shamans raised their bodies. The afternoon, the king waited for news from the princess in the background of the temple by bending his legs. The blood-thirsty scent of the princess still lingered on her body. The king held back a speck of rainwater that had already overflowed almost spilled on his cheeks. Time and again, the ruler of Yaksa could shed tears only for a single teak princess. He is the king of the strongest winged jinn but his heart if anything happens to the princess.

“Is everything in vain?” han's psychic mummy.

Looking at the princess's pale face, pursed lips and blackened eyes. He seemed to be stretched stiff yet still breathing weakly closed his eyes. The Han shaman unleashed power from the Coral, a green supernatural spell entering into the princess' body but did not react to anything.

From inside the temple, the head of the psychic noticed the king of Permadi who was suffering so much. He walked to see her while breathing. “O king jin Yaksa, it is not proper for you to kneel in front of the temple in the rain like this. You are a ruler who is so respected and feared.”

“All that is meaningless without a queen beside me” said king Permadi.

“There is no hope, he will exhale the last breath when dawn breaks.”

When the psychic's head stepped away from him, the king stood before the temple chief and knelt down again.

“I know that princess Arska has a strong bond with the green estuary temple. Please tell me how to save the princess. Whatever the challenge will not dampen my desire.”

“King, you should look for a long sprig of pistil flowers containing pollinated spirit plant. He was at the bottom of the land of the jinn and guarded by the spirit tree. But remember, your time is only briefly” said the head of the temple.

The moon dims the light so that it can be with the Sun, now the two rays meet but the wrong distance and time of death will separate. The earth weeps to witness a sad farewell that hurts the deepest of hearts. Mother earth's land needs both rays and becomes a world of blue love sign both.