The Woman Ruler of the Altan Clan

Chapter 118 Found you

The words 'My Queen' earlier felt excessive. Shanum was stunned to receive the call. It was clear she was not a queen here, because her partner was not in this clan.

"Well, it turns out that my actions have stolen you from Khan Adrian. You were born to be my queen candidate" Avraam said with a grin.

Shocked, Shanum noticed, and realized that he was staring at the sword, which was now glowing, and then looked towards Avraam. Her eyes were pale blue, almost crystal clear, and radiant with a mischievous look looked at her.

The eyes were always changing according to the man's mood. The eyes will turn blue only if the man is happy.

"You must be kidding." Shanum spoke quickly.

"No. I'm telling the truth. The sword you wield is the sword of a queen from the Erebos Clan. His name is the Sword of the Queen. And he has chosen you. So, of course you are now the future queen of this clan."

Shanum gasped with a combination of disbelief and anxiety. His hand suddenly drowned, he let go of his grasp. But instead of falling to the floor, the sword still floated before him.

Slowly, the sword changed shape to shrink, then moved towards the back of his hand. The sword stuck there and then miraculously disappeared, leaving a golden-coloured sword symbol on the back of his hand.

Shanum's breath choked in his throat, he closed his eyes tightly. When he refocused, his skin would return to normal without the symbol.

Well, he shouldn't be surprised. Ever since he learned of this hidden world of magic, he had experienced many crazy moments. For example, like this, a sword that selects it and that can suddenly fuse with its body.

Oh, God, let this moment be a dream, and when he awakens it never happens.

Very slowly, Shanum opened his eyes. The symbol was still attached to the back of his hand. How hard he wished, he still found this symbol was real. The reality that he must accept, even though his mind rejects hard.

Shanum growled in despair. How could she be a queen of two clans, and have two husbands. The warmth of the symbol increasingly seeped into his skin, following the rhythm of his beating heart pounding on the chest.

"This..this..." Confusedly, Shanum, tried to utter a coherent sentence. There must be an explanation. He just needs to ask. But when he opened his mouth, only one word was spoken. "Why?"

Avraam stepped closer to Shanum. He pulled Shanum's arm, and then the man smiled. A seductive smile that shows regular white teeth while rubbing the symbol with his fingers, to make Shanum scowl.

"No more doubts, beautiful. You are now mine, belonging to this clan. Your move to decide on Khan Adrian yesterday was appropriate. After this, I'll have a meeting to prepare for our wedding."

Damn, what the hell is going on? Shanum's confusion grew rapidly. All his plans are threatened with failure, if the marriage continues.

Shanum. "Maybe we should hurry, Avraam. Didn't you want to take me somewhere?"

Avraam was still grinning in a seductive style, the man pulled Shanum's waist abruptly. "It seems you can't wait to spend time with me. All right, we're going."

The man pulled his arm from Shanum's waist. Then grab his palm to grip tightly. Shanum desperately tried to resist his urge to pull off the grip and hit Avraam.

Remember Shanum, you're having a show. Let's just say you're on stage. You have to succeed in doing it.

Repeatedly Shanum suggested himself to relieve nausea. He followed the man out of the weapon room with his usual attitude, though still stiff.

Along the way Shanum was more silent. Only answer as necessary if asked by the man. But somewhere, Avraam spread his gaze, he stopped stepping. He looked towards Shanum.

"You why?" avraam asked as he gestured to his followers to leave them.

"I'm fine." As he said that, there was no stiff impression in Shanum's speech. He made no attempt to push the man away as he moved away from his grip.

Avraam winks to Shanum. "Then why all the way is your face bent so?"

Shanum did not smile.

"You don't like our trip?" Shanum could barely see those words in Avraam's eyes: Come on, I know there's something you're hiding.

"Come here, sit with me" said the man. Shanum saw Avraam sitting on a large rock while patting the spot next to him. Shanum was fixated on the spot, doubt controlling his facial expression.

"You're sure you're okay." The tone in Avraam's speech made Shanum smile nervously. The tone he believed in was worry.

Shanum approached, his loose clothes slumping from his shoulders, his waist. Shanum did not realize he had lost that much weight during his time in this place. Perhaps the burden of thought and sadness he felt also affected his body.

Shanum chose to lean against the mossy stone wall not far from Avraam, then said, "Do we need to stop here?"

Avraam frowned seeing Shanum choose not to sit next to him.

"Of course it is necessary" he answered, shrugging his shoulders.

"We need to rest for a while. I don't want to see my queen-to-be fidgeting all the way. To the point of choosing to stay away from me." He grinned, nodding his head deeply.

"And I'll always make time for you." Something that radiated behind that arrogant and irresistible grin was indeed a worry.

"So, is there something you want to tell me?" he added.

"You're right. I'm just tired" said Shanum, sighing to cover his nervousness.

Avraam's eyes poked towards Shanum. "You sure that's all?"

"Yes, that's all" he answered. Because it's nothing. Shanum could not have told the man that he was not interested in being his queen and was thinking hard about finding a way to escape the trap.

Shanum glanced to the side, and anger, not worry flashed in Avraam's eyes. He was sure once the cold temperatures around them turned to freezing.

Shanum gulped his saliva, trying to neutralize the anxiety that felt increasingly suffocating. It was impossible for the man to know his true heart.

"If there is nothing at all" said the man coldly, "why is your attitude strange?"

Shanum shifted closer, then sat down next to Avraam.

He said slowly, "I'm sorry. This is all too fast for me. I. i..."

Silent.

Shanum shook his head, then let out a loud sigh. "I don't know what to do about today's events. About the sword that now fused to me. And also the Queen."

Avraam was watching Shanum, his eyes unblinking looking at him.

"Are you rejecting me, Shanum?" his insistence.

Shanum tugged at the grass that was on the sidelines of the rock. Dare not look directly at the man. "I didn't say that. Please give me some time, Avraam."

"How long? And it takes me until when do I have to be patient?"

The man's spark of anger made Shanum's head finally lift. "I don't know," Shanum replied in a soft voice. His gaze clung strongly to the man.

"All right," said the man. "I'll give you a month."

Then Avraam stood up quickly as he gestured to his followers.

"But remember, Shanum. I do not tolerate the slightest refusal, if the deadline has arrived." Avraam's tone of voice sounded sharp.

The distant part in Shanum's heart felt wry at those words, what the man blatantly revealed. That one month felt really short.

So, they walked back. Avraam did not say anything else throughout their journey, until they finally arrived at the border post.

Shanum stared at a building with hundreds of stairs set against the back of a rock mountain, trembling to see a thick black fog hood blowing. On their right and left sides the stretched ground contained a green-colored steppe full of illusion magic.

If the gestures he displayed were not enough to tell Shanum what kind of danger they would face today - if the vibration of the sword symbol on his arm was not enough to give an idea, it would not be enough, all he needed was to look at the illusory steppe on his right and left once and he knew right away that this would not be fun.

Two hours ago his mind was so distracted in the weapon room, with the addition of a new symbol inside his arm, that it was unthinkable for him to ask what they would encounter here.

Avraam signaled them to enter the building from a rock that stood tall and firm in front of them.

"Where are we?" shanum asked, spelling out the man's steps. This place is freezing cold, secluded, full of illusionary magic that makes the feathers goosebumps.

"In a place that borders between my clan and the Batzorig Clan," Avraam replied, staring at the rock mountain. "And that," he said pointing, "is our refuge."

There was nothing and no one around.

"I didn't see anything."

"This stone building was made from one side of the rock mountain, and penetrated to the other side. We were watching the border from within the rock. While the illusionary steppe is the most dangerous place you could ever imagine. No one has ever survived past him in his sane state."

Shanum. "You mean, those who pass through the steppes are going through madness?" shanum asked as he began to climb one by one the long stairs leading to the entrance of the post.

Avraam.

"This place," he said, "was built before the clans were formed. When humans still don't understand magic."

"So, this place was built by the first ancestor in this magic world?" ask Shanum again.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Means that the ancestor of the first magic owner was in the Erebos Clan?" continued.

Sharp smile. "You're so smart, beautiful."

Shanum shuddered. If the Avraam clan is the oldest, what about its magic. It does not rule out the possibility of magic possessed by them could also be the strongest.

"How many stairs is this?" shanum asked as he adjusted his breathing which started to sound heavy.

"Oh, very much. Climbing it will be enough to warm your blood" Avraam replied, chuckling.

"And after passing through that door, we will find many other steps."

Shanum stopped moving. "That's right. More stairs?"

The man nodded his head and then grinned. "Just calm. You just have to tell me you can't. I can help and feel so happy to hold you in my arms until the last rung."

Shanum snorted loudly. "In your dreams, Avraam. I'm not that weak." Shanum resumed his steps to climb the stairs, although in his heart swore.

The cold mist bit Shanum's face. He really tried to take a step forward.

His body slowly refused to obey, as he felt a dense black fog surround him. His hair was standing on end, he felt a terrifying magic power being around him. But Shanum tried to take another step, trying for his father, his mother, his husband and other clans that might be destroyed.

Then a rumbling sound sounded behind him. His eyes shook to the stone steps. Shanum only had a chance to turn his head, shortly before he was pulled closer by Avraam. The man confronted the speed of the arrows with the magic shield he had laid out.

"Run to the door, Shanum. Now." Now."

It was Avraam's last command, and his words as the man ran rapidly down the steps, towards the group of humans who were on the outermost side of the forest. The road they had passed.

Shanum was stunned, seeing the hordes of people attacking them. Magic against magic, sword against sword, scream after shout reverberated.

Shanum saw the followers of Avraam coming out from the door above him. They ran in a hurry while carrying weapons past him. It turned out that inside the rock mountain were gathered people who were not few. A company of troops might be there, standing guard at the border between these clans.

Shanum bit his lip, turned his head towards the door, then turned his head back towards the battle that was going on before him. He has not been able to decide to follow Avraam's orders or not.

Then Shanum shook his head. He can't. Not hiding behind that door. Although he could have been looking for a way to escape from this place, utilizing the distraction of Avraam and his followers in the attack that is happening right now.

Shanum still has to think clearly. Looking at the situation, finding a safe way to escape was still necessary. Shanum didn't want to die silly from getting lost in this middle of nowhere.

While keeping an eye on the surrounding environment, Shanum ran. He came running with the Avraam army, passing the stairs quickly without hesitation.

In front of him the screams grew louder. Shanum tried to get away from the center of the battle. He took the location he thought was safe. The queen's sword is out of its shell, on standby if necessary.

Strangely, however, as long as Shanum stepped in, not a single person would come in his way or attack him.

Shasha... Where are you?

Khan's voice rang out deep in Shanum's head, through a gap within the bonds of his soul. Shanum stopped running.

Adri's?

Yeah, I'm looking for you in the middle of this mess.

You mean, you did this attack?

Where are you, Shasha? I know you're here.

The man's voice sounded anxious.

I-i don't know. It seemed to be on the west side of the battle site.

"What are you doing here, Shanum? Didn't I tell you to take cover?"

Shanum gasped in shock, he turned his face away, and saw an angry expression radiate across Avraam's face.

Shanum grimacing. "Em, I can't possibly hide there, Avraam. That place isn't necessarily safe." Shanum answered quickly while returning the sword into the back of his hand.

"Keep, what are you doing here? Do you want to escape?" The man stared intently at him. Seems suspicious.

Shanum gritted his teeth. Trying to pretend to be offended. "Where do I want to escape? I know the way out of here! I'm not stupid, Avraam."

"Then you should go back to the guard post up there. Come on, you're coming with me." Avraam forced Shanum's hand to pull violently.

"No, Avraam. Damn it, let me go!" Shanum tried to rebel to break away from Avraam.

"Take him off, you bastard!"

A snapping sound was heard by Shanum, and also a red glow glow shot towards Avraam's body. Simultaneously, Shanum felt a powerful pull releasing him from Avraam's grasp.

His body immediately jerked backwards. That move surprised him enough. Shanum saw Avraam grimacingly holding his waist.

Then Shanum felt a hand grab his face, raising his chin as he turned towards the golden brown eyes. The eyes she missed.

Khan approached, his forehead wet with sweat, his breathing irregular. He kissed Shanum's lips gently. To remind himself who he is, what he is. Shanum's arid heart suddenly returns, his fragile soul becoming strong, while rediscovering his partner.

Khan retreated, carrying Shanum in his arms. His thumb stroked Shanum's cheek while smiling. The soul mate whispered, "I finally found you back, Shashaku."