HER FIRST SIGHT OF SALEM
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Happiness, courage, and boldness are what Eros carries. The Salem on her mind is what exactly what she had seen. Full of trees as the field flourish. It stretched as far the moment she had been sent there. The clouds are blue, they hovered from above as if they remain there rather to guide them, although they also keep changing their colors. During the day, it would be blue, if not white. But at dusk, it would be smeared by a vibrant vermilion color shading it as it morphed into stars and moons. They look ethereal. Their beauty out of this world left her in awe. Her fears, and her nervousness to which she tend to have seems like had freed Eros from whatever chain they are trying to tied her from. The beating of her heart as the magic circle transported here on this realm—they eased into a harmonious synchronization. The rhythm of ups and downs she reckons to be filled with curiosity, intrigued as she keep her eyes wide, uttering soft murmurs of admiration. She may not have her wings anymore, but that does not bothered her even on the slightest of. “I never knew this realm would be more than what I am imagining from in my head,” She couldn’t help it, but to voice out what was inside her mind. Too lost, but not too drown, Eros picked up the sound of wheels, a loud neigh of a horse indicating that somebody was coming. Curious, but taking no means to blocked their way, she hurriedly walked to the side of the road, and waited. It didn’t take long, a carriage passed by, and by the looks of it, it seems as though whoever may have been the passenger of it deems to be a person with great importance. The stallions stood tall on their grace as they pull, they are handsome, and of good breeds that would be preferably found oftentimes in the Palace. They look to be well-taken care of, and carriage had something elegant radiating from it. It appeared regal, but how can it not be? Inside, Eva, wife to King Bjorn, and the current ruler of Salem remain seated. On her lap, she was carrying a heir she had just given birth to. It was a male who had taken the features of his father. Eva was happy, she felt the euphoria brimming to her chest, but at the same time, the worries never leave her be, although Lia promised, her mother ought that she would do something about it. But Eva is no fool. There’s nothing they can do against fate. It has been weaved, and so Silla vision would really happen no matter how unfair it is. She only blinks her eyes, when her youngster cried. His sleep disturbed by the loud neigh of the stallion outside. “What could be the problem?” She frowns, and calls. “My apology, your majesty, but the horses suddenly seem to have become restless for no apparent reason.” The guard who is holding the reign said back loudly. That’s odd. She thought. “Are you really sure that you had checked them before we left the temple?” Doubtful, she asked. The guard may have hinted it from her voice leading for him to sworn. “I swear with my life that I won’t put you nor the prince in danger, your majesty.” Genuine, the guard uttered. “Not when the King haven’t been able to lay a hand, neither carried his heir on his arms.” And truthful to what he said, it was right. Bjorn had not seen them for the past months. It was hard, when the night passed by in a lonely precipice that she couldn’t fathom at all. But it was a tradition. It was something she must followed. For three months, three whole months, Eva had been sent to the west to where some monks are residing. It is adherent to what they called a painless delivery, whereas she would be able to deliver her unborn prince. This also includes as a matter of safety, because by any means, if she remain inside the Palace, it would be possible for some enemies to penetrated through the capital, and it would put them at risk, and the whole kingdom. And that was something that they wanted to prevent by all ways they could. They wouldn’t want another war, nor had a turmoil at their end. What happened before was enough already, the terrors, and trauma is far more enough for another war to happen. But that was enough to reminisce the painful events. “When did it happen?” She brings back her attention to the guard. “When we passed that child, your majesty.” He quickly answered. “ A child?” That made her frowns, she had not noticed they had, if he did not tell it to her. Right before due to Eva’s curiosity, she peered across to the window beside her, and there enough she found the child he was speaking of. It was a young girl clad on a commoners clothes. Same as her, she was eyeing them curiously. She might have noticed her stare as she smiled. The younger waved across to which Eva unconsciously returned. They are both waving to each other. On her mind, her being intrigued was becoming deeper. As if there was something on that child to which had caught her attention. Something she didn’t know about or so she thought. What she didn't know was, the child was named Eros, somebody whom nobody knows what she may have bring into Salem. It could either be something depending to what task that the Gods had gave her that she must fulfilled during her stay in Salem, whereas fate had brought her there as well. @cycy
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