Queen Without Crown

Chapter 162 Flash Memory

Princess Juwita alone came to the garden behind the palace. He saw the branches of trees that were downed by sparrows and knees. Beneath him, red roses and marigold hordes were twitching like waves.

The girl sat on the grass. He wanted to be alone because he could not tell anyone about his secrets and innermost thoughts. About his confusion with the strangeness that occurred, also about the disappointment in the people he loved.

"Eldrige" he lamented, "Are we not meant to be together?"

Tears flowed without being able to prevent it. His heart was so bitter that his body shook. He wanted to shed the sense of tightness that he had been holding back all this time.

Without realizing it, there was someone standing watching him. As the girl looked up, she was surprised to see someone had stood before her.

"Don't be afraid, Princess, I don't mean to be evil." But his words did not make the girl believe.

"You're that shaman!" Princess Juwita was terrified. The girl moved backwards.

"Strive Mr. Princess. I just want to say that I understand your current situation. I know that sometimes you feel like you're losing time." Jadukari Daalal Nath tries to calm down.

Princess Juwita was stunned to hear the shaman's words. Did the strange man really understand his current condition?

"How did you know?" Princess Juwita looked at the shaman suspiciously. His hand that was stuck on the ground gripped the grass.

"I know everything." A strange smile expands on Jadukari Daalal Nath's lips.

"Don't try to trick me! Don't you do it. Are you reflecting on me?" Accuse the girl.

"No, Mr. Princess. I don't dare." The man approached slowly, "I can help you."

Princess Juwita shuddered at the strange figure, yet she was also curious about her condition. Perhaps the strange man knew the answer. He will try to listen to her words.

"What can you do?" Ask Princess Juwita at last.

"I can show you who you really are. Something great and glorious is dwelling within you, Mr. Princess." The shaman's voice trembled from being too excited.

"What do you mean?" Princess Juwita did not understand the meaning of the shaman's words.

"I'll show you."

Jadukari Daalal Nath flicked his finger. Suddenly Princess Juwita's gaze darkened as if she had suddenly been swallowed into the vortex of the black hole.

Everything looked dark and Princess Juwita felt her body hovering. After dark, suddenly before him appeared millions of sparkling stars. Galaxy clusters and the entire universe seem to surround it.

His hovering body was now darting very quickly through the heavenly bodies. The space rocks and the fiery red fog passed by just like that.

"Welcome home." A voice buzzed in his ear without knowing who said it.

Flashes of memories that were not his at all were vividly reflected in the girl's mind.

*****

A group of sharply armed guards ran after a young man who had come infiltrating the forbidden area. With long hair fluttering, the young man dressed in all black moved nimblely jumping from one roof to another and from one tree branch to another.

His pursuers threw him with spears and javelins, but the young man was always able to dodge the attacks.

The young man's body then landed on top of a temple building. His feet were firmly imprinted, as soon as the roof of the temple collapsed and jumped down.

His gaze moved scanning the room. His face grinned mischievously and his eyes stared wildly at a strand of beads hanging in front of the altar. A pearl the size of a pigeon egg was in the middle of the strand.

The pearl was emitting a magical purple light. The young man chuckled with satisfaction. He immediately grabbed the strand. At the same time the temple door was broken from the outside. The guards came in.

They attacked him back. Swords fluttered towards the young man's deadly spots. The young man tried to squirm. Several times his hands deflected those attacks.

Seert..Jamb..Jamb..

Spears were thrown at the young man, but no one hit him. In fact, one of the spears accidentally hit one of the candles burning on the altar. The candle rolled over and quickly the flames grabbed onto the surroundings.

The flames grew bigger as the cup of oil rolled over. The cup rolled to the end of the room leaving a trail of burning oil.

"Quick the fire!"

Panic cries sounded simple. Their focus is split between attacking the intruder and putting out the blaze.

The opportunity was certainly not wasted by the young man just like that. With a resting on a table he again jumped up through the tile while carrying his loot.

"With this thing I can be the strongest man on earth." He said while jumping in the air.

He ignored the angry screams behind him. He tracked the roofs of houses and jumped back, leaving behind thick smoke rising from the burning temple.

When he was about to exit the region, it sounded someone shouting his name.

"MANDALA!"

The young man looked back as he recognized his voice. He saw an arrow quickly chasing him.

The arrow pierced through his chest. The pain began to creep up and made him groan in pain.

"Aakhs!"

The strand slipped out of his grasp. While his body was glued to a tree trunk. The end of the arrow stuck to the tree.

His mouth grinned at a beautiful girl standing within a few meters by tightly grasping an outstretched bow. Apparently that girl shot him.

The girl's face looked chaotic. Tears wet his cheeks. A feeling of anger, sadness and disappointment churned in his chest. The wind blew his black hair that was tied high.

"Lt.a? Why you..Ahhhh!" The young man groaned again. His body hanging attached to the tree trunk seemed to tremble.

The young man's hands extended forward as if he wanted to reach the girl.

"M.k.a.." His head then drooped with his eyes closed.

The girl then stepped slowly. There were blood stains that formed the soles of his feet every time he stepped. His bow slipped and fell to the ground, but he ignored it.

He then dropped his knees and fell to the ground. His trembling hand grabbed the strand lying before him carefully. This is his legacy. Evidence that he once inhabited Mayapada.

The feeling of love for mortal beings led him to be driven from a glorious place. Betrayal for the sake of betrayal repeatedly hit him.

Her first husband Raka, the man who made her give up her glory, has betrayed her by loving other women even though she has given birth to a mixed race of humans and gods.

Humans are greedy. After being given wealth and power he can betray his partner. With his own hand he took the man's life.

Now that decades have passed, his descendants form an independent colony called Dewanata. But the people out there are trying to destroy it.

He who never departs from youth, always guarding the territory of his descendants with all body soul. But the arrival of Mandala in his life has ruined everything. Once again he fell in love. And once again he was betrayed. The young man did not really love him. There was something he was secretly after.

"Miss Uma, are you okay?" A little girl came with an anxious look.

"The weakness of my heart has made me like this. And all because of this Mangal Meaning." Say it while shedding tears.

"Miss Uma, your leg is hurt!" The little girl exclaimed as soon as she realized the blood was flowing on both of her employer's ankles.

The girl named Uma shook her head. "Listen to me carefully, Holy. Burn this thing with my body so that it doesn't fall into the hands of the bad guys."

After saying that, Uma's body collapsed. Mangal Arti, a strand with a purple glowing pearl regardless of his grasp.

"Miss Uma, wake up! Miss Uma!" Holy, the orphan girl that Uma had picked up since she was seven years old roared to see her master lying lifeless.

*****

"How come you're here? " Eldrige appears before Princess Juwita, her body turned back to the sun. Her shadow extended around the girl.

Princess Juwita stuttered as if she had just woken up from sleep.

"You missed another meal." Eldrige looked at him while sighing.

Princess Juwita felt confused, she did not know what she was experiencing just now was reality or just a dream. He wanted to tell Eldrige that, but he put it away.

"I'm not hungry." He answered quietly with a somewhat stinging voice. Sometimes his shoulders were lifted like sobs.

"You crying? Are you sick, Juwita?" Eldrige crouched down in front of the girl. His hand grabbed Princess Juwita's chin and scanned her face.

"No." The girl replied, but she was not sure herself. He was confused, whether these tears were from crying earlier or he was crying over the girl in his dream.

Eldrige looked at him full of probing, wondering if the girl was hiding something. Then Eldrige stood up while pulling Princess Juwita's body with him.

"Ouch!" Princess Juwita, her legs hurt when she stood up. Slowly unfolded the tip of her dress and how shocked she was when she saw the wounds on her legs.

"Why feet?" Eldrige's eyes noticed a scratch around the girl's ankle. He was surprised that the wound was still new.

Princess Juwita was no less surprised. He didn't feel like he was doing anything that caused the injury. Wasn't the one who was injured the girl named Uma? Why would he have the same injury?

Eldrige has now crouched down to check the wound on Princess Juwita's leg, her forehead wrinkled because she felt strange.

"Your wounds are deep enough, like scars." Eldrige's words made the girl even more confused. "Did you get caught up in something?"

"No. Ah, I don't know!" The girl started to panic.

"Get on my back!" Eldrige crouched down in front of him.

Princess Juwita was actually still reluctant to get close to Eldrige, but her legs really hurt to step. He had to climb onto Eldrige's back and put his arm around the man's neck.

Eldrige then stood up, then walked towards the palace. A few servants who happened to see them were quietly whispering while giggling.