The Thread Of Destiny

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The sound of swords meeting each other rang out in Tamayra's ear. He hid in a large tree that could cover his body.

"I'm glad someone helped me. But, will the event of Greatness be disrupted by the presence of me?" tamayra.

The sound of swords clashing against each other. Tamayra decided to sit on the ground and let her clothes get dirty. His right arm was injured and he felt tired of the fight.

"Kingdom of Dermarya, Power with Five Elements...."

Tamayra closed her eyes by thinking about everything she was going through. In the kingdom where they live.

"Do we have that power?" muttered.

There is no other way but to find out. Tamayra was curious about herself. The clothes he was wearing were still white. No discoloration other than exposure to blood and soil.

Now, Tamayra thought about how she should go to that big event. "I couldn't have come there under these circumstances. I have to change my clothes. But, whose clothes?" his mind.

Tamayra was busy thinking about her own problems. A masked Soldier was already standing in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Tamayra who was unaware of his existence was immediately startled and she almost cursed.

"Daughter, stand up." The hand from the Soldier was gently in front of Tamayra. slowly, Tamayra greeted the helping hand and stood up.

"Sorry Princess, let me treat your arm" said the masked soldier.

Tamayra's eyes were fixed on the wound on her arm. He nodded and sidestepped his body so that the Masked Warrior could treat his arm.

Carefully, the masked Soldier touched Tamayra's right arm.

All-white clothes are the same as the clothes often worn by Tamayra. With short clothes and cloth wrapped around his body and white pants that reach the ankles.

The masked soldier carefully bandaged the wound and provided spices around the wound.

"These crumbs will ease the pain and help remove the scar" said the masked soldier.

Tamayra nodded and looked around. He thought about whether the Badits had been defeated.

"Not to worry. They will be taken care of by the soldiers who are there. Let's Princess, I'll take you to the town hall" he said by extending a hand.

Tamayra looked doubtful. He was thinking about his clothes at this moment. So dirty and so shabby. It is not possible for Tamayra to be in City Hall.

"For your clothes, if you'll let me take you somewhere. You will wear good clothes even if not this good." said Masked Soldier with his head lowered.

Tamayra knew that this masked warrior had good intentions for her. "It would be better if I changed these clothes. So, let's go where you suggest."

The masked soldier nodded and extended his hand towards Tamayra. Tamayra graciously welcomed the helping hand and without a second she was immediately taken flying.

Tamayra's eyes were closed with a gurgle in the heart. If I could be honest, he was not afraid of heights at all. But, since this was the first time he had flown without safety, he felt an overwhelming nervousness.

"I hope, there are no problems on this Day of Greatness" Tamayra thought.

...°°°...

In the City Hall the banquet began to be done. Several small dishes are served by the Servant to each Guest of honor.

Talks went well from Ministers to other Acting Officers. The King and Queen only occasionally let out a sound. The rest, only advisors will answer any questions that exist.

However, there was a woman who was a close relative of the Kingdom who asked the question. "Your Majesty, permission to ask. Is it true, this Rumor that the Self hears. If Her Majesty the Queen has raised the Three Daughters?"

The adviser in charge of answering that immediately looked towards the King and Queen. Dare not speak if you do not get permission from them.

The king who was sitting on his throne immediately raised his hand and looked towards that close relative.

"Look! I'll tell you all. I, the King of Tyrant-Rya have made three girls my Daughter."

The words of the Tyrant-Rya King made everyone bend their bodies with a sincere salute.

"These three Daughters will be known by you and you should know them" he said calmly. Even so, his voice was full of emphasis.

The King's Majesty's hand stretched out toward the small Stage in the middle of the hall.

"I grant my Three Daughters to stand there and receive blood from me" said the King.

Lestayra and Melyra were immediately led by the Servant to head to the small stage. They are a little confused about what happened. But, what the King said was quite clear, That they would get the King's recognition.

When they were on the side of the stage. The two immediately stared in all directions in search of Tamayra's whereabouts.

"Where is she?" lestayra's murmur that Melyra heard. "Is He somewhere else?" tanyakanya.

Lestayra shrugged her shoulders in the sign she didn't know. In times of this kind of precariousness, worry comes to the minds of both. What if Tamayra doesn't come on stage?

"My first daughter, she was named Tamayra!" the king pointed to the stage.

Everyone stared at the stage. Waiting for a girl who has been summoned by the King.

Silence arises when no response from the name is called. The King who mentioned his Daughter's name furrowed his brows.

The concerns of Lestayra and Melyra culminated when they felt there was no response from Tamayra.

"Don't tell me Tamayra's not coming?" muttered both simultaneously.

In this situation, the atmosphere was completely silent until a gentle breeze hit their faces and someone gracefully saluted them.

"Tamayra apologizes for the delay" Tamayra said softly.

Everyone who saw his presence immediately smiled. In contrast to Lestayra and Melyra who were breathing a sigh of relief because they felt there was no problem if Tamayra was already here.

The King and Queen smiled.The anxiety on their faces disappeared instantly. "Him, my daughter Tamayra!" the King said again.

All gracefully gave their respects. Tamayra replied to something similar.

After that, the king spread his hand. "She, my Second Princess. Melira!"

Hearing her name being called out, Melyra slowly climbed the stage stairs and stepped closer to Tamayra.

Once there, Melyra saluted her gracefully and smiled sweetly at all who were watching her.

That smile of his managed to melt the man who was staring at him.

For some reason, the gazes of the men instantly disappeared when they felt a piercing gaze from the direction of the throne.

"Then she is my third daughter. Lestayras!" said the King with his arms stretched out again.

Lestayra slowly climbed up the stage and stepped gracefully. Even so, he was so clumsy and looked a little careless.

However, all eyes were on him for seeing Lestayra who was different from Tamayra and Melyra. The fabric on his body was so bright

"Is he the owner of extraordinary power?" that's what's on their minds.

No one is aware except the person close to Tamayra. That, the clothes he was wearing turned into a white color.

"What, Tamayra is wearing the same clothes?" the minds of Lestayra and Melyra.