The Chronicle the Fenix Clan

The Story of a SAGE

It was in the Central Region of the central continent towards autumn. Of course the air turns cold so everyone prepares things for winter.

More store food reserves such as grains, dried fruits until the preparation of fuel to warm the body later.

On the 15th day of the eighth month leading up to this fall, there will be a phenomenon in which the Full Moon will appear shorter than usual.

Of course Meihua Village also celebrated the event that had become a habit of the Han people. Some stalls or merchants peddle cakes that are identical to the full moon celebration.

Girls prepare themselves with a variety of flour or some kind of white powder to sprinkle their faces when Purnama really shines at its peak.

According to the beliefs of the ancients, if a girl sprinkled her face with white powder while looking at Purnama, surely her face would shine brightly like the light of the Full Moon at night, so that young men will approach like a beetle attached to a fragrant flower. The point is that the girl will have a light innate with a soul mate.

In one of the stalls in Meihua Village, where the place is always filled with various drunkards, dancing girls or storytellers.. Little Lei loved to peek and listen to the foreign stories sung by the speakers of street fairy tales.

"This is the part I'm looking forward to" sis ZhongLei when he saw the drunkard was up on the small stage of the attraction (it was not worth mentioning the stage because it was so small that the stage was for someone to display his skills).

Music flowed from the old lute that was picked up by an old drunk named HuaiDe. in a fairly sad rhythm, Tua HuaiDe began to history.

"A long time ago, when the grandfather of your own grandfather had not been born, it was a mythical creature that had high devotion.

The mythical creature known as the Phoenix, always in the Han people, even they set up temples of worship for the mythical creature.

People began to realize that the phoenix is a bringer of luck, when the harvest always occurs in the absence of pest attacks or natural disasters.

Even then in the temples of worship to the Phoenicians, unknowingly awakened the power among the priests of the Temple of Phoenix, where they were able to control fire, control water and so on.

The Middle World is then surprised by experts who are then able to perform magic beyond reason thanks to the energy that flows out of the creature called the Phoenix.

Even in the Temple of the Phoenix worship there was once a powerful Witch of all time, known as SAGE" ....

HuaiDe stopped his story, and he was silent yet his finger continued to play the sad tone of the lute.

ZhongLei held a deep breath. He had heard the story that the old man had told him perhaps as many as ten times. He never gets bored. It is precisely this last part that is always in the future because the story will continue to the story of war.

As the lyre in HuaiDe's hands grew more and more authentic, and he was ready to move on to the story of war, the twinkling of an old lute in his hand exploded in flames.

"Reply.."

Everyone is shocked. How could the lute in HuaiDe's hand explode for no good reason?.

Not too far away from their surprise, suddenly a woman unexpectedly stood still with a fierce look towards old HuaiDe. In both hands the woman appeared to be burning a bluish-colored flame. Blue is a very hot flame, all frightened.

"Shulam.!"

"He's a witch"

"It is strictly forbidden to mention SAGE in the Zamorazhivaniye colony. You are tired of life !"

Following the female Shulam's clap, the sound of troop foot rattling was heard surrounding the place. No less than two dozen heavily armed soldiers entered the entertainment venue, then dragged old HuaiDe.

Shulam the woman hissed, though,

"You'll be hanged tomorrow at the square. King Alexei would be angry if he heard someone telling a false story about the whereabouts of SAGE"

The owner of the entertainment venue shivered and knelt down asking for mercy. "I am innocent and know nothing" he lamented.

"There is no mercy for rebels or rebel supporters" Shulam replied. While the owner of the entertainment venue roared for Shulam's mercy.

ZhongLei stared unblinkingly at the piece of the female Shulam's body. Though he was someone who was clearly from the Han Tribe. But he coldly punished the Han himself.

The female Shulam coldly raised her two palms, then she uttered a small incantation, as the flames burned enormously in both palms.

Then, like someone watering a plant in a garden using a container, the blue fire is seen bathing the amusement house with fire. In just an instant, the fire licked and made the wooden building disappear in the ocean of fire.

The owner of the entertainment venue was lying on the ground incessantly crying and uttering words of forgiveness. That entertainment venue was the only treasure he had. After it burned, he had absolutely nothing.

The longer in the swallow of sadness, the owner of the entertainment venue took reckless action. He jumped at Shulam's woman, swearing "We'd better die together"

Everyone who watched the incident was shocked. Out of nowhere comes the bravery of the owner of the entertainment venue, to the point that he invites a Shulam to die together.

In a cold snort, the female Shulam flicked something like a blue light. The owner of the entertainment venue then once again screamed, it would still be a scream of fear this time.

All watched with their own eyes, as the bluish rays flicked Shulam, instantly turning into tongues of fire that danced to lick the body of the poor man. No need to wait too long. Within minutes, the owner of the poor entertainment venue had turned to ashes.

Everyone is horrified in their hearts. So too with little Lei. His view has changed. Shulam it's not cool. Shulam was a ruthless sorcerer. The boy started to shake.

Little Lei was silent in doubt for over a ten minute. He was so oblivious to what was happening around him. He came to a realization when the female Shlam shouted in a strong tone, to the extent that the entire village would hear him.

"Tomorrow morning. In the village square, a hanging will be carried out against the rebel HuaiDe, a traveling storyteller"

Little lei was stunned. So that was the last story he would hear about a mythical creature called the Phoenix..

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