Timothy's PoV
It took me two days and half upon traveling toward the kingdom of Iasariel, I barely moved my knees upon arriving at the mountains. I felt the thirst on the tip of my tongue and I must say my journey was depleting my strength.
"What a stunning view," I mumbled as I was catching my breath. It fascinates me every time I went here and the gatekeepers do not even recognize me as their rival.
Ever since I was a kid, I often pay a visit to Iasariel whenever I am drowsy or awaiting further challenges and explorations. My mother the Queen won't permit me to do something that would harm me, she often pursues me to explore music. I eventually understood how to play musical instruments and I would play whenever my brother, Gohan feels upset or distressed. Yet as I mature, I discover the passion within me to comprehend archery. And it pushes me to go beyond my limitation as a Prince, therefore, figured out that I love adventures.
I always aim for the highest level and I didn't fail, I am always in the top class and it made me appear more competitive even if I am not really like that.
"Timothy!"
I was reflecting on myself as I sensed the refreshing gust of the wind, and I halted upon hearing someone's voice from behind.
I swiveled my figure and glanced at the man behind me. "Théodred Echeverria," I muttered and I saw him smile.
"It has been years since you last visited our place, how's my best pal?" He asserted and stepped calmly with a smirk on his complexion. As he reached in my direction, he tapped my shoulder and let out a little laughter.
"You missed a lot of occurrences," Théodred has spoken, he throws a gaze at me and he huffed. "Come on, how's the life out there?" He asked with his teasing voice.
I simply chuckled as I began to turn my back to him and faced him. "Haven't you heard of what recently arise? Thornsfrost is now undergoing a tragedy." I saw how his countenance shifted, his smiles disappeared and all of a sudden, an intense look reflects on his face.
"Could you be more specific," he retorted with the same urgent attitude.
"What I am saying is that our land is condemned. The witch, Constance poured out her wrath upon us due to an abrupt invasion of her home."
"What is wrong with that woman? I am quite certain that her anger is subdued forthwith, yet why is that?" He uttered and had a deep thought about it, I could not figure out how he learns about it. Even so, I am convinced that he hears about her from his messengers.
I cleared my throat before I could even speak to him. As usual, his expression reveals that he is concerned. "I could not agree more, I don't have any clue about this issue. Nonetheless, I heard the discussion she had with my father."
"What is it all about?" He questioned and removed the dust from the hem of his rob, for the old tree above us sprinkles its dirt and it landed on his apparel.
"Constance dreamed of the eldest prince. She yearns for his affection which I find relatively disgusting." I presently paused and took a glimpse of his expression. "She promised to break the spell only if Prince Gohan Ambers tie the knot with her."
"She wished to be betrothed with the eldest prince," Théodred commented and barely laughed upon the thought. We both agreed that we find it reasonably disturbing, she is as well obsessed with the man who covets another woman.
Prince Gohan is smitten by Terra Elliot and I believe Constance already knows about it.
"She has the humor," he clearly remarked and we both let go of our laughter.
"Come by at the palace, you seem so pale and unstable. You might collapse on your way, why don't you have a rest and fill your stomach first?" He insisted and I simply nodded. I figured out ahead that I must be extremely careful in their territory for them too as well don't permit any strangers to enter their gates.

"You often welcome me with warmth."

Meanwhile, the sun was bursting its fever upon the earth, and Terra Elliot along with the two women Celeste Guerra and Cachet Memphis are hiking their way toward the kingdom of Iasariel.
"You knew I never liked this idea, Terra." Celeste hissed as she walks behind her companions with a heavy step.
"Bakit mo naman nasabi, Celeste? May tinatakasan ka ba sa lugar ninyo?" Memphis asks while glancing in the woman's direction. She could not help but be curious, for she find it very interesting to know that both of them speak the same language and it always feels like an honor to meet strangers from different kingdoms.
The woman answered her question with a bitter speech, "Huwag ka na mag abalang mag tanong, Memphis." Cachet widened her smile and thought of teasing her yet eventually, she was halted upon hearing a phrase from Terra.
"It is quite odd to know that you don't like to come home, Celeste."
"Oo nga naman," Cachet Memphis agreed.
"Well, you never knew the feeling of being in peril in your own kingdom. My foes dwell in that nation and whenever I attend its name, it pushed me to my limit."
"Heavens, look at that! You seem so furious," Memphis commented with her surprised look upon beholding how Celeste clenched her fist, keeping the anger within her.
Whenever she remembers a certain occurrence from the past, it triggers her. She despises tons of people in her place, especially the ones who sit on the thrones.
"Just lock your lips," Terra hissed and rolled her eyes. She finds Memphis as someone who is too much, she is exasperated. "Let us stop for a moment," Terra retorted and sat on a rock near a bush.
For the moment, Thrille Daven watches them from afar. His dull expression was hidden behind his silhouette. He has been waiting for a chance to approach the woman whom he finds delightful.
"When shall I ever encounter you face to face, Terra?" He whispered and took a glimpse of the chopped hair in his grip. They were hers, he had been keeping them for it was the first thing that attracts him.
The prince of the netherworld wants her soul, for he could sense that her heart is open for him. He knows he can safely dwell in her, she appears to be a shell that needs to be owned. He desires to live within her and let his spirit reside with her.
"Sam Williams told us to reside at Iasariel to find a temporary shelter, he says the territory is becoming near to our location. It is dangerous to stay any longer in this forest," Terra Elliot stated and waited for her companion to concede.
"Is he the guy who was with us? I find him so stunning," Cachet Memphis admitted, and the two ladies stared at her deeply. "Why?" She questioned with a sheepish smile.
Terra crossed her arms as she gradually shook her head with a horrified countenance. "Oh please, that can't be true," she declared.
"What? I did not say anything," Memphis denied.
"It simply interprets that you are attracted to a predator," Celeste remarked.
Cachet Memphis flushed her cheeks red, and she could not look straight at the dames. "Oo na, Oo na." She feels so pressured and she wanted to defend herself, "Would it cause me to sin against heaven if I fall in love with a vulture?" She dramatically retorted and willfully fell to the footing.
"Don't be absurd, woman. Mayhaps you are simply infatuated, you must be aware of how vampires are so seductive. They lure women, similar to how the sirens enticed men," Terra clarified as she barely glanced at Memphis' complexion.
"Nakaka-asar naman," Cachet grumbled and remained quiet. However, her heart could not stop leaping at the sudden affection she felt toward Sam.
Conversely, Thrille Daven vanished in the thin air, and he trekked into the realm of the netherworld, where his home was established. Upon arriving at the pit, the grave of his two brothers greeted his sight. Their corpse rested in the innermost trench where they enthroned.
The murky hall was filled with echoes of his heavy footsteps and as he traipsed his feet on the flooring, he could feel the void within his chest.
He walked toward his chamber and upon reaching the door, an altar which was located in the center of his room welcomed his presence. There was a glass that encloses a dull and pale organ, it wobbles inside the crystal glass and is gradually bursting. His heart was caged inside and he feel terrible about it.
"No one shall cease me from scheming to ruin the mortal realm unless they soon get my heart," he asserted and his irises gleamed before it.
As he was reflecting, a raven flew and reached for the balcony of the palace. There was a shade of black letter on its peak and he sensed a smell of blood and therefore he knew that someone had died.
"What had transpired in the mortal realm?" Thrille Daven questioned the raven and he received the letter and momentarily stared at it. "A letter from the death angel," he whispered.
He wishes to ignore it in the meantime yet upon having a glimpse of the name of the fallen, he was stunned on his feet and was powerless to move due to his horror.
"What on earth is this?" His eyes were filled with confusion as he eyed at the piece of paper in his grasp. He could not believe what had come to pass yet his spirit somewhat rejoices upon the victory he obtained without shedding any blood under his accountability. He did not waste any sweat at all.
"Ezekiel Harold is presently dead," he announced and walks about the aisle, following the red carpet which leads him to a vast chamber where threads of life both the mortals and immortals were being conserved.
He summoned his death angels and they once more arrived at his palace. "Behold your servants, sire. What is your assertion?" In a split second, they all at once encircle the room and their gloomy aura fills in the four corners of it.
"Let this letter leak and notify the entire land of Moresis that a soul had perished," he ordered and they submitted to this phrase.
As the night fast approaches, the death angels were hovering around the wholeness of the mortal realm as they began to disperse the letters which were instructed by their ruler.
Before the shady clouds, the moon could not be hidden away from everybody's sight for it flashes at the sky, arising to its fullest. It emerges ahead of dusk, and the wolves howl for their social rally call, or hail to hunt and have their territorial expression.
Terra on the other hand momentarily gazes at the dusky firmament and sighs. She dislikes admitting that wolves frighten her. With fear in her heart, she shifted her attention and began to seek something else to give attention to.
At the corner of their expanse, she saw Celeste Guerra, building a bonfire. She took a heavy breath before speaking. "Celeste, may I ask you something?"
The woman simply tilted her head, glancing in her direction. "Yes, you may, what is it all about?"
"... I heard you mentioned your foes in your city, and I was a bit eager to know about it." Terra's voice was faltering out of anxiety, she knew they don't have much closure, and assuming to know something from somebody's life is inappropriate.
"About that, I simply uttered what I must enunciate. Sam hitherto knows about my situation and burdens, yet he nonetheless insisted to shove us to go there." Every phrase that comes out of her mouth bitterly expresses her emotions.
Terra choose to understand her, yet she felt stunned by Celeste's sudden words. "I always believed that those whom I trusted are the ones who shall currently seek for my whereabouts, yet perhaps they are way involved by what is arising forthwith in our territory."
"I missed my home, my mother used to bake me cakes and my father would tell me numerous stories I wanted to hear since I was a kid," Celeste proceeded to speak and Terra felt empathy for her.
"Where are they now? They are probably awaiting your arrival,"
That phrase made her chuckle, "I cannot wait to be buried alive just so I could be with them," Celeste spoke, and Terra feels ashamed of what she has spoken.
"They are murdered, and I despise the people of Iasariel, for they did not do anything. I could not protect my family, I was too vulnerable and incapable of defending them."
Terra hopes to give her an embrace yet it made her hesitant to do so, she never knows how to provide comfort to anyone. "There must be a reason why it arose, Celeste. What I mean is a favorable motive, your loss might be somebody's gain but do remember that the curse you ever received can turn out to be somebody's blessing in any way."
Celeste felt bewildered upon listening to the voice of her companion, "Could you elaborate on that?" She requested and waited for Terra's response.
"The situation you are currently in made you flee from your hometown and eluded from their hold to bring back vengeance upon your return. Yet along your journey in the wilderness, there are people out there being grateful because they met you." Upon hearing the remaining words, she barely moved into her location.
"And sometimes your enemy is not those people whom you loathed so much, your opponent could be the ones whom you trusted the most." Terra's statements were like a piercing sword thrust into her chest, she merely gasped for air considering the fact that she discovered something.
"Betrayal comes from the ones whom I mostly think are honorable," Celeste whispered and recklessly stood up and ran away from their spot.
Terra calls for her name yet she was too overwhelmed by the sudden revelation she discovered. She encountered Cachet Memphis on the way as the lady gathers tiny sticks for the bonfire, and she felt confused as well and assumed that Celeste would abandon them.
"Hoy, saan ka ba pupunta?" She shouts out yet was then ignored. She hastily went back to the camp and saw Terra on the bonfire, sitting and is silently staring at the flames. "Hey, Terra! What's wrong with her?" She throws a question and was disheartened upon figuring out that they won't be having their meal for the night. "There's no food, I see."
"Celeste probably prefers some space," Terra simply responded and ignored the woman's next question. The three of them didn't have enough time to hunt down food as the sun lightens their path, and now they are eventually regretting it.
As they were about to walk away to have their rest, Sam Williams appeared before them with lifeless feral birds in his grip. "I brought you sustenance. This doesn't taste terrible at all, who agrees with me?"
Terra nearly dropped her jaw due to surprise while Cachet felt her heart thudding hastily. "Where on earth have you been?" He only responds with a teasing grin.
"I was occupied lately and I needed to remain updated on what is taking place in this realm, I anyhow received a letter from one of the death angels." Sam handed a black letter and Cachet was the one who took it yet Terra eventually grab it from her grip and gradually opened it.
"Why is it written in dark shades?" Asks Memphis yet ended up being ignored.
Terra felt the sudden heaviness of her heart after browsing the piece of paper. "What kind of hoax is this?" She questioned as to her mind afloat.
"This can't be," she once more whispered.
"Terra, what is it?" Cachet Memphis attempted to ask yet Terra could barely open her mouth.
"Ezekiel Harold was murdered in the dungeon, my condolences to your friend, Terra," Sam Williams pronounced.
Her heart was filled with hostility upon having the thought that the Ambers slaughtered the life of her best friend, Ezekiel. Silence covered the entire atmosphere and her tears began to fall like crystal drops of mist.
"No! Please, this can't be happening!" Her soul grieves and she screams from the top of her lungs as she tries to give solace to herself.
She felt so hopeless upon knowing the sudden death of her friend, and the dark woods has become her witness of how she mourned with anguish.
Vengeance slowly consumes her soul.