The Photon Hundred Percent

25.Prince Fenedia

Shahdan! In ancient times, in the ancient Tanzilvenia region, a sacred mountain called Samorath was loomed. It is said that, according to rumors, the mysterious mountain is the residence of the legendary Wingsy nation, told that they are a mighty nation that has wings and is able to split the sky like Rajawali, he said, for centuries their existence has been folkloric, an old fable passed down from generation to generation, but never written in a storybook.

Not many humans have ever seen their form, maybe even nothing, that is the reality, it could be because of the existence of their residence that is difficult to achieve, he said, mount Samorath is surrounded by forests of Elfocs that are considered forbidden forests, the forest that has been as a separation of two lives, the human race and the mystical Wingsy nation, anyone who dares to enter the forest will never return.

At that time also, in the European region stood a superpower kingdom called Arcadia, at that time Arcadia was a large kingdom that controlled half of Europe to Africa, Arcadian (the name for the Arcadians) is very famous as a nation of war-crazed conquerors, the most feared nation at that time.

At the height of his glory Arcadia was led by a great King named Yuzord, he is not only famous as an invincible war leader, his name is also famous as an accomplished female conqueror, who was not only famous for being the most famous, no wonder he had many wives, concubines and mistresses. Naturally, with all her power as beautiful as any woman can be made to her knees, and this story began when the news of the beauty of Princess Amfimetes from a small country in the east called Crondithus spread to her ears.

In order to prove the truth, Yozurd immediately set out with his entourage, after a long journey of days, they arrived at Crondithus, as if their great guest had been kindly welcomed, an official royal feast was held, which was when King Derodes leader Crondithus introduced his family members, including Princess Amfimetes, whose beauty immediately captivated Yuzord, no more excuses for him, no more, not to hasten to express the purpose of his visit, namely taking Amphimetes as his fifth wife.

Amphimetes certainly would not be willing, he tried to reject it subtly, but as the character of King Yuzord who never accepted any form of rejection, was forced to go home with a broken heart, but predictable, that surely he would return with the whole Arcadia army, that was the beginning of the catastrophe. King Derodes was then beset by confusion, he was faced with two difficult decisions, forcibly handing over his son or the land of Crondithus would be crushed by the Arcadian army.

In the midst of his turmoil, King Derodes sent a letter to his best friend in the southeast, King Darius of the Persian earth. At that time the Persian kingdom was also feared as one of the great empires that had a strong army and was very calculated, Derodes hoped, who knew his friend could provide help, a reply was immediately received, King Darius advised them to evacuate to Persia for a while.

At a predetermined time, King Derodes and his family set out, and the women, children, and old men, who were weak, joined in the company, their retinue was escorted only by a small army of selected courtiers, while most of the royal army, along with strong young men remained at Crondithus, to defend the homeland.

They set out at night, so as not to attract attention, they deliberately chose an unusual path, full of danger, through the forest and tread the lips of a precipitous ravine, he said, without them realizing that the plan had actually been known, it seems that Yuzord had placed so many ciphers among the palace of Crondithus, they were secretly followed.

Then one foggy morning, as Crondithus's company crossed the Tanzilvenia region, exhausted, pausing on the banks of the Libron, they set up retreats, fetching water for supplies, and, they also cook and drink tired horses. They never thought that the vests of Arcadia's forces were getting closer.

Soon enough, with their ease to be found, no negotiations, their camp raided immediately, there was an unbalanced clash, a predominantly female entourage, he said, the children and the old man were definitely not significant opponents for the Arcadia army that excelled everything in the war.

They can only defend themselves as much as possible, the selected troops of King Derodes bodyguards whose numbers are also not how quickly can also be paralysed, there is no mercy Arcadia's army that beringas it attacked blindly, butchering women, children and the elderly, King Derodes and the Queen were killed in the attack.

When the one-sided battle was about to end in a crushing defeat by Crondithus, one of the Arcadians saw a grey-clad figure covering his head, having rode across the swift river Libron, then disappearing into the forest beyond, they growled at being late to realize that the fleeing hooded man was Amfimetes, the daughter they were looking for.

Not wanting to lose prey, they immediately pulled a bridle, the water moaned as hundreds of horses of Arcadia troops scattered splitting the flow of the Libron river, his voice groaning as it crossed the rapids, in just a moment they had reached the other side, but they suddenly stopped, their commander who was at the very front suddenly raised his hand, he who was experienced was certainly very familiar with the terrain, realizing that the huge tree-lined old forest that was now facing ahead, was a place of all abstinence, that was the forbidden Elfocs forest.

At first they were about to turn around, but their commander knew that if they went home empty-handed, it was the same as looking to die, there was no bargaining when it came to Yuzord's orders, finally selected some of the strongest and most courageous people, to accompany the commander, some were asked to remain waiting at the edge of the forest, just in case something unexpected happened.

Unwilling to waste time, fearing that the target they were chasing was getting further and harder to find, they ventured into the forest, breaking the ancient prohibition of the ancestors, even though they had ventured into the forest, they roared in pursuit of only the traces of Amfimetes horseshoe imprinted on the ground.

It feels right, for centuries the forest may have never been entered by humans, the atmosphere felt strange, dark and stuffy, many strange sounds they had never heard before, he said, the voices at a glance even sounded like laughing at their recklessness, plus the foul aroma of the mud swamp filled with dead plants.

Their horsemen were hampered, because their visibility was limited, on all sides of the forest filled with a thin mist, disturbing, the white smoke twitched in the cold winds of the Samorath valley, make them imagine imagining the ghostly figure of a woman in a dress that fluttered, even though no one spoke to each other between them, but each of them felt the same way, in their hearts they realized that something evil was lurking full of threats, but invisible form.

The fifteen-horse chase squad suddenly stopped when a woman's shrieking, loud echoing through the trees, looked at each other and gulped, soon there was also a rumbling sound, like a bush being run through with a riot, something running towards them, just as their swords escaped from the waist, on standby.

They were surprised not to play, when a white horse jumped from the bush, apparently that was the source of the noise they were aware of, the horse ran in fear of being chased, they immediately knew that it was Amphimetes, the horse, but the saddle was empty, the princess was not there, so soon they concluded that the shriek of the woman must have been the voice of Amphimetes.

In that gripping situation, the Commander had to make a risky decision immediately, whatever the reason for Amfimetes had to be found, although perhaps only a tip of his finger remained after being eaten by a savage beast, still someone must be brought home, then he immediately asked his subordinates to join in breaking through the bush with him, to the source of the screams, where the Amphimetes horse came from running in fear.

Surely not far from there, precisely under a giant Edenwood tree, they found the woman, she had been sitting on the ground, her body was cornered at the root, one side of his foot was pushing the ground trying to get up but lacking strength, while the other side of his foot looked stiff, there was an injury he got maybe when he fell off the horse, his face was pale grimacing, his face was grimacing, his teeth were grinding like cold, as if he had just seen a ghost.

Alertly, the Arcadians leaped down from the horse, they slowly wrapped around it at the root, while they were amazed to see the woman, though Amphimetes was frightened, but in no way remove the beauty on his face, if only there were a one-on-one contest for the sake of fighting over this woman, surely each individual soldier would participate in the fight willingly, he said, no matter Yuzord though they will fight.

But from the unusual splinter of Amphimetes, making them realize, that it was not their presence that frightened the woman, Amphimetes seemed indifferent to the Arcadians who besieged her, he looked more like a possessed person, his bulging eyes moving in all directions, like watching the approaching distress, there must have been something much more terrifying, something that just made him scream, he was thrown off his horse which had escaped first.

The fear of the princess seemed to rub off on them, it was felt as their horses began to act agitated, neighing wildly with their forelimbs sometimes raised. Amphimetes suddenly pointed up at the trees, making them look up at once.

It was the culmination of all fear, that made all unnerved, upon the high branches of the tree, with the thick foliage shrouded in the mist that blocked the sun, something that the Amphimetes had pointed to, faintly seen his black scales, lining the circumference of his body as big as a Sago tree, his body was not only large but very long because it was seen intermittently, he said, twining from one tree branch to another, and somewhere where the tip of the tail is unknown, it is inconceivable at all as long as the body of the creature above was laid out.

The head of the animal is now slowly stretched down, its forked tongue makes a hissing sound, around its neck there is a membrane that suddenly blooms like a fan, and there is a, its gaping mouth featured fangs soaked with drool dripping, suddenly making the horses of the Arcadia squads scatter in all directions, leaving its master.

Notoriously brave Arcadia soldiers are now losers, they are limping back with legs that are suddenly difficult to move. For God's sake, never before had they met such a huge slithering creature, the pale Commander reflexively escaped his sword from the waist, followed by his other comrades.

They screamed, as they did not expect that in one more swift motion, the snake had plucked the body of their Commander, while swallowing the Commander, the serpent, from the unexpected direction the snake now slapped its tail like a whip, leveling their formation, until the bodies of dozens of Arcadia soldiers were thrown, hit the trunk and then fell on the root, most of them instantly died because their bones were crushed, and there were some people who were still trying to stand up, shuffling, but it was only temporary, because the snake's head quickly came back to ambush them, he said, the forest was gripping with howls of death, until their voices disappeared one by one, silent and lifeless again.

Only Amphimetes remained, he was still resting at the root of the tree in its original place, clenching his mouth in tears, watching as one by one the Arcadia soldiers were killed before him, the head of the snake had now turned to him. It's a shame, with his injured foot, let alone run, it feels hard.

The head of the snake drew closer to him, his tongue was forked, in and out of his mouth dripping with poisonous mucus, his voice hissing making the nape shudder, only a few meters away, only a few meters away, the forked tongue was stretched out to lick it, now the snake has straightened its neck as high as possible, with its mouth open preparing to devour the princess.

The defenseless Amphimetes, there was nothing else he could do, with tears in his eyes and intermittent breathing, he closed his eyes waiting for death, his eyes still darkened, but suddenly he heard a loud thumping sound like a fallen tree, when he slightly squinted his eyes that the head of the snake had slammed away from him, apparently something hit the head of the snake.

When Amphimetes opened his eyes fully, he looked up at the foreign figure already standing nearby, a tall man, looking like a primitive tribe in the interior, he wore a kind of feather from a bird that was knitted with fringes covering his waist almost to his knees. On his waist that was drunk with the tree root was tucked a weapon like a short sword, more like a dagger, while the hilt was made from carved animal bones.

Only his waist was covered, while he was bare-chested, revealing his sunburned tanned skin, the muscles in his arms, stomach and chest were hard-printed, signifying his owner was a strong male, the shirtless burly body was covered in an ancient mosaic pattern tattoo, the tattoo also spread to the neck up to the left half of the face, on the left ear it hung an earring from the canine **** the curved forest.

The hairstyle of this man is also strange, his head is almost bald in the second part of the ear, leaving only the hair on the top of his head, the crest extends from his forehead directly to the back, so long, so, the hair was braided tailing to the waist, an eccentric but magical appearance.

His eyes were as sharp as an indignation, especially when he shone on Amphimetes, cynical but also anxious, making the daughter of Crondithus both awkward and fearful, but from half of her clean, untattooed face, Amphimetes realized that this man was honestly very handsome, like the son of a chieftain who contested the girls of their clan. Amphimetes also realized that it was this man who had struck the head of the snake that had almost swallowed it, and he dared to conclude, this man might not be a bad person.

It was only a slight impression that Amphimetes could capture from their first meeting, but the young man of the tribe of the interior was clearly indifferent to whatever Amphimetes had judged him, he quickly gathered himself before Amphimetes, grabbing the injured leg of the girl, she pulled something out of her waist, a bottle of painkiller, she rubbed it right on the injured leg of Amfimetes.

Surprisingly Amphimetes had no power to resist, he let his feet be touched by the man of the tribe of the interior, even he was very grateful in his heart, because the pain that had tormented her was now gradually gone, but the girl suddenly groaned again in fear, apparently the great snake had risen and turned again towards them with anger, the snake's head was upright gaping right on the back of the young man inland who was still resting at his feet.

The man was aware that there was something threatening behind him, but amazingly he remained calm, even when the snake had taken a slight swipe to annex, he said, the man just stood up without turning back, but surprisingly from his back suddenly stretched out a pair of red wings, accompanied by a clanking sound like hundreds of metals were swiped together.

Not only Amfimetes was surprised by the appearance of the wings, but the snake was also apparently so, the attitude of the snake changed drastically, like a cat seeing a broomstick in the hands of our mother, without any more resistance the black scaly beast head immediately turned direction, then crept away, only the sound of the roar of the vegetation was like being blown by a typhoon, as its long body swerved between the trees, only the sound of the rustling of the vegetation was heard, until it disappeared no longer heard, now completely silent, all that was left was Amfimetes and the tribal youth in the interior, they looked at each other.

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Prince Fenedia, as the name suggests, he is indeed a prince, because he is one of the sons of King Boria the leader of the Wingsy nation, a legendary but mysterious winged nation, all this time they deliberately hide, they deliberately hide, avoiding contact with humans, building their own civilization in the bowels of Samorath Mountain.

Fenedia was an unfortunate pawn that was never expected, since childhood he had been ostracized and shunned by his own people, because born without wings on his back, it was not ordinary and acceptable, he said, generally the Wingsy people have two colors of wings, black feathers for men and white feathers for women, the wings are permanent and will continue to be attached from birth until they die, that's their pride.

Fenedia was not like them, she had been considered disabled since birth, there was nothing on her back, her childhood was passed by bullying, even her own mother seemed to regret having given birth to her. All the time he was just a material teasing his peers, even his own siblings also took part in sculpting him.

When he was ten years old, he had been driven from the palace because it was considered a disgrace that was predicted to bring misfortune to the life of the palace, King Boria only made him a simple hut located far outside the city of Mynca, which is not the only one that is located in the city of Mynca, only a female servant was hired to take care of her food, her life was nothing like a farm animal. He was free to do anything in the hut, except for one forbidden thing, which was to approach the city of Mynca, that's all.

Every day Fenedia was just pensive in the window of his hut which was reot, staring at the city of Mynca from a distance, the city of Mynca was always crowded with the daily activities of the Wingsy nation, they flew back and forth filled the sky, the city of Mynca was always crowded, looks graceful like a fairy. The city of Mynca is actually just a name for a giant structure located in the abdominal cavity of Mount Samorath, in reality it is more worthy of being called a nest, just imagine like a wasp nest.

The nest is attached to one of the rock cliffs, which are filled with holes that serve as doors, that's the houses of the Wingsy people who are stacked like a pile, the higher the degree, the higher the level, the highest point is their king's palace.

Mynca is a city without highways, which is why Fenedia will not be able to live there, every morning from the window of his hut with the innocence of children, Fenedia always fantasizes about being able to fly like his people, but he realized, it was impossible, he was just a wasted cripple Wingsy, no one loved him, no family let alone friends.

Noziya was the only Wingsy who might care about her, the winged maid was Wingsy her caretaker in the hut, she came every morning and evening bringing her a meal, Noziya also did a lot for her, teaching him to read, sometimes he knit fur for his clothes, tidying his hair, knitting tattoos on his body, all done by the woman, so that the appearance of Fenedia still dashing like other Wingsy, even though he was wingless.

If Noziya had gone home, he would have stayed alone in his quiet hut, so to drive away the saturation, he would have walked towards Bolmor's door. It was the name for the mouth of the cave which was the only normal access that could be used in and out of or into the belly of the Samorath mountain, only Fenedia used the stone pit, because he was wingless, he could only walk in the narrow cave fissure, while if only he were winged like the other Wingsy people, he would have chosen a more honorable path, it is through the gates of Metmiroz Peaks on the top of the beautiful Samorath.

No one uses Bolmor's door, until only occasionally, one or two Wingsy Rangers guard lazily, but just like the other Wingsy nation, the Wingsy, the doorman also never cared about Fenedia, the wingless handicapped boy was left in and out, even if he had gone out they hoped that the boy would never come back, the guards had always wished him to die in the forest of the Elfocs, but he always returned every afternoon.

Outside Samorath's stomach, he will know that there are many creatures that are born also wingless, Rabbit, Mongose, Kancil, and all the mammals he met that he himself did not know what his name was, all his discoveries made him feel that he was not alone.

Over time, that his harsh life in the wild had scored him into a dashing and tenacious young man, with a pair of much stronger legs, he said, because he was used to running up and down mountains using his feet, unlike other Wingsy people who use their wings more to move.

His hands were also much stronger because almost every day they were used to cut down and cut wood for cooking fires, breaking up the rock created a channel to drain water from the tributaries of the Libron so that the fields on the slopes of Samorath were not dry during the drought, that strong hand was also used for hunting, sometimes you have to fight against various strange beasts that will not be found in any forest other than in Elfocs.

Thus for many years he lived his life, without complaining, without the slightest hatred of his people who had treated him arbitrarily.

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That day, it was not usually early in the morning that Noziya came to his hut with a sad face, he brought news from the palace that his mother Queen Behdethia was very sick, all the court healers had tried hard, but they raised their hands, the pain was not an ordinary pain, but a black weave that could only be treated by the sender himself. Grandma Molgonora, such is the name of the witch who allegedly sent the disease.

Noziya said, on the west side of Samorath mountain, on the edge of the Westermoth waterfall, it was there that the old Wingsy named Molgonora was believed to have lived, during these three days the entire Wingsy Rangers had been deployed to look for him, but no one has managed to find him. Noziya suggested there was no harm if Fenedia helped find the witch, who knows she was more fortunate.

Hearing all the stories, Fenedia hurried out of her hut, through Bolmor's passage, out of Samorath's stomach, with quick steps even half-running around the mountain, towards Westermoth. The waterfall is very beautiful but also deadly, the water rushes from the indentation of two cliffs that coincide, the height of not less than 2000 meters, the water is open, then without any more levels of water it immediately fell freely through the clouds that adorn the abyss. This is the headwaters of the Libron River.

When Fenedia got there, he was a bit confused because he found no sign of life in that place, except a cave hole near the body of water that fell dewy broken down by the wind, it was only that small cavity that caught his attention, perhaps that was the residence of Molgonora that Noziya meant.

If he had wings of course reaching the stone slit was not a difficult job, but he only had hands and feet, then there was no choice, Fenedia immediately crept down the slippery cliffs mossy, mossy, sometimes his feet stepped on the fragile rock, the fallen rock avalanche was soon lost in the depths of the abyss, but he was completely undaunted, all for the sake of his mother, the dangerous Westermoth abyss was not a problem.

With great effort, he finally managed to reach the stone slit, there was a bit of a wide place to stand on, until he could stand there rather freely, he said, carefully he peered into the gap, it turned out that there was indeed a large enough room in there like a long hallway somewhere at the end, invisible because the condition was really dark.

According to Noziya's story earlier this morning in his hut, the entire Wingsy Rangers had at least three days looking for the witch in this waterfall area, of course they had also examined this stone gap, and they had also checked the stone gap, but the fact that they found nothing, it was this thought that initially made him hesitate to enter into the stone crevice, but again flashed in his mind the face of Queen Behdethia, his mother who was lying in a daze, this is what then rounded up his resolve.

The first thing he did was to call from the stone door, and he was taken aback by the mysterious voice that answered him, the voice asking for the intent of his arrival, he said, Fenedia said briefly that he wanted to meet Molgonora, and the voice told him to come in.

Just a step on his foot, suddenly the dark stone cavity was lit up brightly, the light from the oil lamp that lit up suddenly on the wall of the cave, enough to reveal the whole room, and the, many furniture such as pottery neatly arranged.

On a cot made of stone, sat the winged old woman in her tufted fur robe, her face sunken full of wrinkles, her nose crooked like the beak of a Bethet, he held his wooden cane with his thin twig-like fingers, while his pair of wings drooped weakly on his back, the color of his white fur almost turning gray this sign of Grandma Wingsy was very old. Then they immediately engage in conversation in their language, which if interpreted this is what it means,

"I am Molgonora, why are you looking for me young Prince?"

"You must have known Nek, that my mother was sick, for her recovery, I came to you for help, and let you generously forgive her mistakes, and give me the cure."

"Better, you go home Prince, I'm not willing to give you the cure, it's my proper revenge for the evil Queen. The day your mother sentenced the woman accused of stealing her gift, the innocent young woman was cut off by her wing until she was disabled for life, damaged by her future, she could not fly anymore, no man will marry her, and that poor woman is my granddaughter."

Fenedia remained silent for some time, with various thoughts raging, but soon he gathered before Molgonora.

"Sir, if only I had wings, I wouldn't mind cutting them to make up for your granddaughter's misfortune, but this is all I have, if this right one isn't enough I don't mind giving up my left hand." Fenedia thrust both of his right.

Molgonora giggled, and he looked cynically, then he said,

"Why do you care about that wicked Queen, hasn't your mother abandoned you since you were born? Even if she regrets having you in her stomach, you should be happy to see her suffer with her illness."

"I love him, my parents, my brothers, even all the people in this country, no matter how they treat me all these years, I love them. This is! Take my hand, but please give me the medicine." While pushing his right hand, his left hand had moved and pulled a dagger from his waist.

The molgonora was blown away, its old body was shaken with laughter, he said again,

"I don't need your hand, for whatever reason, it won't bring back my grandson's lost wings, just well, I'm a little impressed with your sincerity." Molgonora took out something from under his fur cloak, a small bottle the size of a pumpkin pistil, filled with a red liquid.

"If I wanted your life to be exchanged for this tirta water, would you give your life?"

Fenedia was silent thinking hard, before long he replied,

"Yes, I don't mind, but if I die now, who will hand the medicine over to the palace? So let me take her first, after that I'll come back here, to give up my life."

Molgonora laughed again. He said,

"Smart role, but how do I know that you're not lying to me?"

"Why did I lie to you, Grandma? In this forest-covered Samorath region of Elfocs, I won't be able to run anywhere, and there's no hiding place for me, you'll be able to easily find me, believe me, no one would dispute my loss if I were to die in this abyss, for this whole winged nation never thought I existed."

Molgonora smiled, "Well if that's what you want, now come with me!" he said, then he got up from his stone cot, his skinny hand holding his staff in trembling as his hunchback body restrained, he walked heavily as if he was displacing his feet on the floor.

Molgonora brought Fenedia out of the rock, both of whom had now faced the mouth of the ravine beside the rumbling Westermoth waterfall, and said, "If you fall there, you will, you're most likely going to die."

"Yes, there's no chance I'm alive."

"Well, here's the cure, you don't have to come back here to take your worthless life, but please try your luck." Finished handing over the bottle Molgonora then poke the tip of his wand, the young Prince did not have time to twitch at all. Strangely, the power of the old wizard's wand was absurdly strong, making Fenedia lose balance, then fall into the abyss.

His body immediately plunged into freefall, spiraling out of control, sliding rapidly through the thin, wet clouds, racing with the falling Westermoth waterfall rumbling, and the, his ears could still hear Molgonora's laughter, "May you not die prince!" That was how his shout sounded echoing interspersing his harassing laughter.

Obviously the words of the witch were completely meaningless, for Fenedia knew she was about to die, soon as her body hit the rock at the bottom of this waterfall, her flesh would be torn apart, and the bone is dislodged from the joint. The further down the bottom the more visible the bottom of the ravine, the shallow waters of the Libron river filled with taper stones. Damn, because he did not slide towards the puddle of water, but instead towards a large and flat stone also the end.

That is how he felt that his life was coming to an end. But unexpectedly, something happened that had never been imagined by him so far, before almost a few meters of his body was split by the sharp stone, Fenedia felt the motion of the fall slowed, slowed down, then stalled just in the air, the strange sensation simultaneously appeared with a tremendous pain from his back that felt torn, but the wiggles were gushing from within his own body, he said, when red metals like thousands of well-arranged clanking swords form beautiful wings, it is the stretch of wings that stops the rate of fall. Until he can float in the air.

***

Fenedia, observing the reflection of his own body reflected on the face of the water, he was deeply fascinated by the thousands of swords arranged like wing feathers growing on the left and right of his back, wondering to himself about where those red magic wings came from. Lest the wings were already there, but were hiding in his body without knowledge, and then today appeared amazingly in order to save him from death.

He tried to climb back to the top of Westermoth, using red wings on his back, with great difficulty even having to hit the cliff, and fell several times. Naturally new people learn, he is very difficult to control the wing, although in the end Fenedia was able to get to the top, with pride in himself.

Arriving at the top of Westermoth, he was astonished, the cave where Molgonora lived was no longer there, vanished without a trace of stone walls, there was no hole there, there was nothing, and strangely the red wings shriveled back into hiding into his back.

He really did not understand all the events that had just happened, everything felt like a dream, Molgonara and his goanya suddenly disappeared, he said, then the red wings that he himself did not know how to take them out again, it occurred to him to jump back to the bottom of Westermoth, but he was afraid of dying silly. Finally he came home with a million questions that had no answer, while prying of course.

In the hut, all night long he was struck by a great uneasiness, skipping that long night without being able to fall asleep, thinking of his sick mother, who was, he could not give up the medicine because he was forbidden to approach the city of Mynca, the ban still applies even after fourteen years he was isolated in this butut hut, can't wait for the morning, hope that tomorrow Noziya comes to cover it.

The next day, very early in the morning Noziya had come with a basket of food, his face was very bright, unlike yesterday morning, Fenedia who was astonished immediately asked about the health condition of her mother, but she was surprised, she was surprised, when the maid said that Queen Behdetia was healed.

Fenedia was astonished to check the bottle he got yesterday from Molgonora, but the bottle of medicine was still there, then how the Queen's story could be cured, and what is the usefulness of the drug now, doesn't that mean nothing anymore. After thinking hard, Fenedia finally entrusted the drug to Noziya, to be given to young women who were punished by cutting their wings. Maybe the medicine was useful to him.

Thus the bright morning ended with the extraordinary story of Fenedia, about his spiritual experience of meeting with the supernatural Molgonora, only the story of the appearance of the red wing was kept secret from Noziya, but it was enough to make the servant come home with overflowing cheer. He has interesting material that he will pass on to Queen Behdetia.

After Noziya's return, Fenedia rushed back to Westermoth, he reached it by midday, on the edge of the misty gaping chasm, there was a beautiful ring, a beautiful hull, the spectrum of seven colors must have been created from sunlight refracted by the waterfall dew, its beauty seemed to give him confidence, so with full determination he did not hesitate to jump. Trying to identify who he is, uncover a long-buried secret, and the fantastic red wings quickly develop to take him flying.

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