The Last Sky Kingdom Twin Princess My Destiny Belongs to You

The Last Sky Kingdom Twin Princess My Destiny Belongs to You
Search for a poison cure



"Tooolooooong... toooloooong." the shrill voice of a person as if disguised by the fragrance of roses in bloom.


The voice was heard so clearly in Clara's ears, among the millions of roses blooming with the roof of the star-studded sky during the day, shining stars that sparkle like diamonds in the blue sky make the expanse of roses look more charming with awesome bright colors.


"Toolooong-s... "


The sound was heard again making clara use her auditory acuity to search for the source of the faint sounding sound, rushing her feet down the expanse of roses making her use a light shield so that the thorns do not injure her skin. The beauty in place of the current stand is very inversely proportional to its true meaning, every one of the small thorns attached to the stem of the rose stalk is like a misleading poison, how not so if the poison seems to be the water of the rose.


"Starlaa."." cried clara when she found dozens of roses that had become her sister's bed.


Clara hurriedly approached Starla whose state was already weak and filled with bluish black dots around her skin that was not protected by her clothes, which was not covered, clara quickly removes her shield and holds her sister.


Wuusshhh. (clara used her portal to leave the illusionary forest).


"Hold Starla, I'm sorry I couldn't be a good sister to you. Hiks. hiks. "clara's murmur was laying starla on her bed.


Without waiting for a long time clara moved from the illusionary forest to the sky kingdom, bringing starla to a safer place. With her light element, Clara gives temporary treatment to her sister, only to stop the spread of the poison that has spread almost throughout the body.


"Son what happened? How did this happen? " ask the queen mother to approach her two grandchildren.


While passing through the hallway that leads to her private room, the queen mother heard a sound from the starla room when her occupants were not there, and rushed to check . When the door opens, it sees Clara who is channeling her light element into the blue starla body, seeing starla condition that is almost like a human ink makes the queen mother anxious.


"Relax, Grandma, I'll find a cure for the poison of rose thorns. For a while my light element would stop the spread but my time was only five hours before the poison reached Starla's heart." Clara hurriedly took out a change of clothes because her condition was not as good as her sister's.


Some of his skin was also hit by thorns while trying to help his sister, lucky in his body is a pure soul then the poison is not comparable to the power in his body. A little while later Clara had already come out in her Knight attire and tied her hair like her sister Starla's custom, the queen mother only noticed without asking because her granddaughter looked like she was in a hurry.


"Son? " said the queen mother.


"Titip Starla Grandma, I'll be back before the time is over. One more thing, tell cleo to be ready tomorrow night." said Clara bawling kissed her grandmother's hand and looked at her sister shortly before disappearing back with her portal.


A different gust of wind with an incredible degree of cold pierced his skin, yet it did not become an obstacle to his. Seen a towering mountain in front of him, from his inner view is still invisible where the existence of his goal.


"Snow roses should be in this place. I have to hurry so that my time does not run out, be patient Starla. Brother will bring the antidote, hold on." Clara's mind and begin to set her foot on every road covered with snow.


Mount Vexia, a mountain that still belongs to the ice kingdom where this mountain is only used for ascetic and hunting. Both of these things do look different but this mountain provides various types of animals that can be considered rare and at the top there is a spring with three waterfalls that are believed a beloved place of the goddess.


Some pastors who want to let go of everything earthly will travel and go to the top to become a true hermit, fusing with nature without destroying nature. But according to history only those caretakers of the mountain of Vexia can survive even though there are actually a handful of people who can survive, whatever the mountain of Vexia is still a natural snowy mountain, where there is no logging of trees or humans who go out into the mountain.


With the help of the air element and the light element, Clara began to open her inner eyes to see the circumstances around her and seek her purpose without having to meet a hunter or hermit. Meeting hunters may still be able to talk but if you meet a hermit, it may be more time-consuming like last time.


Flashbacks


It was as if someone knew of his arrival once he entered the illusionary forest, Clara and the Holy Dragon instantly saw a delicate carpet stretching from where she came towards to a point ahead of her that was like a castle tower. There was only one tower that was seen to have several windows in each breeze, seeing such a welcome made Clara follow where the carpet down there ended.


"Let's go to the tower My dragon, like its aroma we are very tempting." Clara invited by stroking her Dragon head.


The holy dragon happily followed the invitation of its master, flying closer to a tower that was getting closer was actually getting shorter instead of getting bigger. From here Clara knew that the illusion forest was indeed very suitable to be the name of the place she stopped by this time, all just a momentary scene that would change without waiting for the blink of an eye.


Krriiiet (one side of the tower opened when the Holy Dragon had stopped flying near the tower which is now a hut with a mini tower shape as if that was the entrance).


"Let me down, we'll see who invited us." said Clara with her flat face.


The holy dragon quickly darted down that was not how high it was, lowering its master safely and safely. Clara came down and stared at a wall that was now open displaying something fluttering, a white scarf with long strands of white hair that looked contrasting in the dark room.


"What do you want sir? " inner Clara calmly.


"Come in! Let your Dragon rest." replied the figure inside the tower without speaking in his heart.


".... " silent, Clara still stood in the same place without moving a millimeter.


"Didn't heirs of scripture and holy swords side by side with the Holy Dragon, have to open up all dimensions to complete the prophecy that is still going on? Doesn't your heart want to make all good and stop the prophecy? " say that figure without emotion.


"It smells sweet like sugar, he's a good guy just chatty because he's long-faced" said the holy dragon casually as if he wasn't afraid of anything.


"Das@r Old Dragon! Your smell is not as good as it used to be! How many years have you not had a shower?! " ask the person inside the tower to walk up to the side of the open tower.


"Praise? " said Clara who was slightly surprised by the face that emerged from the darkness.


The face is not foreign, only different hair length with color and the way of dress that looks more ancient even though the facial line does not show its original age. White hair seems to have levels, although the color is white but clearly visible there are levels in each hairline.


"I'm not a priest, but "the man said hanging his words.


".... " silence.


"Can this girl relax? What did you teach Belenda?! " ask the man staring intently at the holy dragon.


"He is different from others, he is the owner of the holy soul. I have no problem with her attitude because this girl of mine prefers to act rather than speak. "answered the Holy Dragon and flew away leaving both my mah who have to solve some important things.


"Let's go in! Don't be out in the open, before time sucks everything from the inside out and replaces everything with a different state." invite that person to turn his body back to walk into the tower that Clara follows.


Both enter a building with a circular shape extending like a typical tower shape in general, with one swing of his hand the tower back closed and finally became pitch black**.