
A table that looks ordinary but has extraordinary things, that's what Clara was looking for. The Ice Kingdom's ancestral flower, but the shadow seemed to get something that was very desirable. A light began to spread through the glass that protected the flower, there was a finger that touched the surface until the light spread and momentarily showed the shadow figure perfectly.
*Beautiful little girl but. * Inner Clara who saw the original form of the shadow that had disturbed her.
On the edge of the mind that is present and returned to concentration with its purpose, the shadow looks back to its original form that is only half visible. Clara approached the table that had the Royal Ice Ancestral Flower in sight, a stream of light elements began to envelop the glass tube with a snowy red rose in it.
Graakk.. Krieit.. Bluuum...
The sound of friction, vibration and falling objects began to be heard simultaneously moving the glass tube into the room without clara, clara, one movement with a flying bolt left the collapse of the hut that was instantly flat on the base of the footing.
"Huuuuaaaaa." a crying voice that broke inside Clara's arms.
"Be quiet! Want to stay here!? " ask Clara without changing her expression.
"Hiks.hiks." answered the small voice but Clara could not see what the little girl before her was doing other than her lower body which several times stomped her feet.
"I'm sorry but we should go now, come with me." Clara reached out her hand.
Feeling the cold touch of a tiny hand welcoming Clara's hand quickly Clara pulled the tiny hand into her arms once more.
Wuuushh....
From the hallway came the sound of footsteps in a hurry as if something bad had happened, making the move even more audible how the race in the arena of the match. But when the door opened a smile that connected their anxiety finally disappeared replaced with a warm heartwarming view.
"Welcome back, son, thank goodness you're safe" said a grateful middle-aged woman approaching her two grandchildren who were hugging.
"I'm sorry Clara nek, because it's too late" said Clara with a lowered head.
"Sister is the greatest brother to Starla, don't be like this. Wasn't my word true, Grandma? " said Starla asking for support.
"You two of my father's greatest daughters, keep loving and protecting each other. I hope your mother can see the strong bond between our twin daughters" said King Lucas, who was a little glazed between the melting blocks of ice.
Greeeb (the twins hugged King Lucas at the same time making the man smile and channeling his love and pride to his descendants).
"Who's son is that? " ask Suri's mother who saw the strange apparition standing behind Clara but was finally seen after her grandson hugged King Lucas.
Now the three pairs of eyes had the same question while Clara just smiled at the expressions of her father, her grandmother and her sister. Busy treating Starla until one figure is forgotten, although it looks the figure is silent according to but Clara knows the figure's annoyance because it is ignored by her.
"Later Clara explained, but better grandmother and father take Starla to the room first" said Clara who saw her brother's condition was still pale with wet clothes due to lying on a block of ice.
"But." said Starla who wanted to argue.
"According to what your brother says, son, let's go to the room. Change your wet clothes and eat, isn't your little belly hungry? " let King Lucas embrace Starla out of the treatment room.
Kruuyuuk...
The voice brought out the laughter of the middle-aged man who patiently swept his daughter back into the room, the soldiers and servants bowed down and saluted the leader's family and stopped all activities to allow their leader to walk freely without hindrance. While in the treatment room with a block of ice that lives a quarter now leaves Suri's mother, Clara and a creature that is not perfect.
"Everything's still cryptic nek, Clara has to make sure first. Does grandma have some past photos or history of the Ice Kingdom?" clara asked with a little hope.
"All the grandmothers gave you from the beginning, son, did something happen? " take Suri's mother's question anxiously.
Slowly grabbing the hand that had been struggling to raise her affectionately, with a transfusion of Clara's memories telling her what she was looking for. Suri's mother tried to seriously see what Clara showed, until a familiar little girl figure appeared to raise one eyebrow with a mutter that was caught clearly by Clara.
"How is it possible, but the funeral has been done." murmured Suri's mother.
"Does grandma know who she is? " ask Clara gently.
"Grandma'll bring you something that might help you, but do something to her. If everyone saw her like that it would definitely be a mass furore or something else happened." replied Suri's mother leaving Clara with a step that looked hurriedly as if time would stop.
Once again his hand was greeted with silence, moving back to the place to go into a room that looks silent and dark. Clara quickly opened a closet that already looks dusty but not with the inside is still clean even though it has long been left behind.
"Wear this and bow your head, whatever happens, keep yourself in control. I'll help you but follow all my orders, do you understand? " clara said as she handed over a Royal garment with a large robe.
"I just want to have a house, I don't want to be cooped up anymore. Hiks. hyks. "the girl answered wearing her clothes.
"Sorry, I have no intention of hurting you. But try to be patient in a moment" said Clara stroking the hood which can now show the form has a shape for even though her body is perfectly covered by clothes with a large hood.
"Thank you, please don't lock me up." clever little girl tightly hugged Clara.
"Hmm." replied Clara letting in a moment as her body gained a tight grip of two fairly spaced hands on her stomach.
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"Is this all? " ask with a restless face.
"Well, boy, that's all but I remember there's still a little book with a red rose symbol in a glass jar. There is an answer that no one else knows, maybe the book is gone" replied the middle-aged woman.
*Tomorrow the night of a white lunar eclipse, how is this? * his mind massages his pained temple thinking of his crossroads.
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