Blue Love: Collapsing the Winged Jin Heart

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Once that belief was torn apart then forever the ice stone crystals froze in eternity. Beautiful words, sweet days, letters of love and sacrifice all collapse the collapse of a hardened heart. She was the unseen-eyed Crown Princess accompanied by two black and white lights. Behind the birth companion of the natural year change of jin. No one can know all the destiny and fate of the togetherness of love in this world. Even though it had disappeared, the supernatural eye was still burning considering again the thing that made the sun burn too much.

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The essence of the natural world of the jinn dimension, a dark day added to the suffering. A magnificent palace towering above the sky did not look beautiful when it had stepped one step into it. About blue love, complicated heart out of control. The increasingly faint taste of princess Arska faded away. The clock is always toyed with by the king of the winged jinn. Deaths that should not be repeated even soul-generating potions from psychic help could not provide an aurora for their happiness.

Heavy rain slammed the ground, too wet to break the trail of blood waste of the jinn soldiers who died on the battlefield. The mud hit the foot of the incision, the puncture and the arrow still stuck in their bodies. The kingdom was successfully defended, back again new stories and mystical things revealed the presence of an unseen figure who helped. The enemy has not yet come here to attack, vengeance and anger are still burning in their hearts.

Upon returning to the palace, Darson sought a new way to overthrow the king of Yaksa and his kingdom. Inside the oversized room, he grabbed the robe and prepared a box of opium pills. Mimic face laughs wide even to the point of outburst. He had not been well aware of the opium plants that had been destroyed on his royal estate.

“King Permadi, you'll be dead soon!” murmured the prince.

His escort bodyguards approached then he lowered his head in salute. The prince looked indifferent. Slowly the bodyguard whispered something with a trembling tone. The prince's eyes glared, He pulled the sword that was on his waist and pointed it at the bodyguard's neck.

“Try saying once more in a clear voice or my sword will cut off your neck in a matter of five seconds!” sniffed the prince.

“Sorry prince, what I say is true. The field of opium plants suddenly disappeared, there were only traces of dust and barren land on it. Moreover, now the prince must help the king fight in the Southeast region.”

Hearing the guard's words, Prince Darson put his sword back in . He walked hurriedly to the opium plant. As if in disbelief, the prince touched the red cracked barren ground. He put on an angry face, without thinking about his obligation to help his father fight. The prince rode on horseback without taking his bodyguards to the black forest where the witches were famous for the Taraya tribe.

“Prince! Wait prince!” the royal commander shouted trying to prevent it.

Prince Darson sped up his horse, he spurred so fast that he could barely control the direction of the bend through the hills of the jin river valley. The place where the black magicians were covered with swamps, shrubs, sharp twigs and layers of forest trees. Lots of white smoke billowing, wild animals, strange sounds and packs of air so cold. Reaching that place with a certain purpose, many of the jinn could never return from there.

“ihihihih!” the giggling laughter of the old woman holding the cane exceeded twice her height.

Mucus-red eyes, blowing a thousand crows out of his jaw. The animals attacked the prince, brutally until some of the flesh skin was torn out to bleed. Prince Darson brushed aside, swinging a sword to kill all the animals.

“Almost I became a carcass of food these animals” he said continuing the journey.

A few meters away was a strange sound, black smoke in the air and screams echoed. Prince Darson undaunted down from his horse and walked up to the source of the sound. One of the monstrous figures wearing a robe made from giant leaves was attacking him. He slashed the prince's wrist. Initially the prince felt his life was threatened but, the figure held his blood into a small black container then handed over to a large figure who was standing in front of the burning embers.

“Taraya!” yell them simultaneously.

Long wood, their strange weapons snapped to the ground many times mentioning that name.

The prince placed his sword on the ground, he leaned over while pressing the blood on his wrist that was unwilling to stop. The big black figure had approached him, he licked the blood on Darson's wound. His tongue stuck out long like a snake, eyes glaring grinning showing four pointy canine teeth.

“Stthh!” ringice.

One of the other strange figures snorted kissing Darson's entire body. He forcibly pulled the robe he wore . Darson helped release because he couldn't bear to feel the giggles, he let out a worm vomit after the figure touched his neck.

“To_to_please save me!” said it.

“Didn't I just say, you came here as if delivering your own life” said the big black figure.

“Quickly say that you have become our adherent!” another strange figure whispered.

The prince nodded, he could not bear the pain in between the endless vomit of worms. Finally he fell unconscious carried by three figures of the Taraya tribe onto a giant rock. The Taraya tribe gathered around him. Spells were spoken, their loud voices woke the prince. He was scared, there was no way to run.

“Please!” hysterical shouting.

“Prince, don't be afraid! Now you can say your request to us” said tribal chief Taraya.

“There are only two options, power or age of immortality. After you decide it then drink the blood of this strongest demon genie. ahahah, Taraya!” he added.

Embers of fire, bustling boisterous sounds and black fog enveloped the place. Prince Darson stood up by hitting his own chest.

“I, the successor of the next king of Kalingga.

The eternal ruler!” he shouted out loudly and then seized the cursed herb that he seemed to realize had mortgaged his soul.

The head shaman glared, he could not believe that Prince Darson was a greedy and greedy genie. Rituals, strange leg-banging sounds and crowded sticks sow grain around the giant rock. The expression of a face full of lust for the hope of greed.

"Everything I'll have!" screams mixed with grinning faces.

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