The Sensation Of Evil.
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Alistair hollered at the men although doubting himself if he should really climb on this beast? Sea lords stared in disbelief, reluctant to hope on the majestic dragon. Rhineas, gazed at the from atop. He sensed the caution of his companion.
‘She won’t hurt, I promise my friends.’ He assured.
‘Is it she already?’ Alistair spat.
Jiua growled in response, Alistair jumped startled.
‘Do not make any comments.’ Rhineas warned.
The horn blared in the walls of the palace; they could hear the footstep marching at in their direction.
‘All right, get on or die here.’ Asked for the last time.
Alistair of all hasted and climbed on Jiua. The other men imitated him and one by one they all got on.
Jiua flapped her wings and launched herself up. The archers shot arrows behind them none of them could get through the impenetrable skin of Jiua.
The air brushed through Rhineas’s hair flailing it them behind him like an enraged flame. Alistair held on to the dragon’s scales firmly. He couldn’t dare to look down.
The fact Rhineas could ride a dragon didn’t surprise Alistair. He had known all along that Rhineas is more Ignysreon that Edgard ever was. The sea lords whispered amongst themselves as they tasted the chilly air on their tongues.
None of the men had ever felt this liberated. It was as if the air itself whispering the song of freedom to them. Singing songs of glory. Alistair was certain someday Rhineas be remembered just as his father. But right now, Alistair had to tell something to Rhineas, about Sanlysia. He had to tell him that she is his daughter.
The first thing Edgard would do is to pass the sentence for Alistair’s head. He doesn’t want to die before telling his daughter how painfully he longed to hold her, to teach her and to take make her the greatest warrior of the Varheim. No man would ever dare to battle her.
Sanlysia although reflected the perfect likeness to fierce bravery.
Rhineas had Sanlysia in his mind, he longed to tell Alistair too. The way he was feeling about her was inexplicable. He had never felt this way about a woman before. The princess had bounded Rhineas into some kind of spell.
The way the princess moved and fought fearlessly and elegantly. Her every move was like a sway of dance. Rhineas couldn’t diver his mind from how her hips swayed as she walked and strode in the fight. The way Sanlysia’s skin touched against Rhineas’s hand when he would block her attacks or the few times when he held her. Those grey eyes of Sanlysia had no hatred, they were fierce with wrath but no detest, and yet warm.
Rhineas felt abundance of things at this very moment but this thing which was budding in the depths of him was an absolute stranger for his doorstep. He had questions about Jiua and why she called him Lord? He had everything in his mind but it seemed to be mumbled beneath the voice that’s screaming the blooming love for Sanlysia.
As the dragon climbed higher flying through the thin clouds a certainty soothed everyone, but Alistair. He brooded about the inexplicable ways of gods, but the feeling of joy – of seeing his daughter fight so well and the grief of learning that his daughter will never be educated on her real father – subjugated other thoughts bubbling in his mind.
Would I ever get to hold my daughter? Alistair asked himself, he didn’t expect an answer.
Alistair was grateful to Edgard for accepting Sanlysia and bringing up as his own daughter. If she would’ve born to Alistair, then she would have never had the luxury of being called as princess. It is not just the title but other things which comes along with it. No civilian woman is allowed to take a sword, only men. But Sanlysia could fight, and she could fight fairly. Of course, she might be trained under the royal knights of the king’s command. Alistair could have never done that, even if he wanted to.
The air swished and whistled as the dragon’s widely spread wings clapped against it. They slowly made the dragon move up and down as it flapped the wings. The men sitting on the back could feel the wavy patterns of the serpentine like body underneath them.
Hadrites’s ten men had saved from the thirty and no royal treasure. The deal was to get the treasure, not for getting wealth, but for the dignity of the children of Anlectus. Nobody felt even the tiniest concern about the sea lord.
Alistair and Rhineas had plenty other things to think about. The sea lords began to whisper among themselves pulling Rhineas out of his contemplation of the most blissful thought.
‘Who shall answer the lord?’ one of the sea lords whispered.
Alistair’s ear stopped at those whispers, dedicated to hear only them, not the whooshing of the wind or the low growls of the dragon.
‘Maybe the one who brought us here would be answerable.’ A different whisper prompted.
Alistair prodded Rhineas on his shoulder.
‘What do you want?’ Rhineas yelled.
‘Just listen.’ Alistair said.
‘I am.’ Rhineas said absently but the stern tinge in his had implied otherwise.
The creases had appeared on Alistair’s forehead as he strained his mind to think of a rational answer to present in front of lord Hadrites.
Rhineas led the dragon all round the ocean delaying as much as he could getting to Hadrites’s ship. He felt a strong distress, but this didn’t seem about Hadrites. This was something out of his control. This fretting over something he couldn’t fathom. Something greater.
The air had begun to get lighter and thinner. The cold shivers crawled on Rhineas’s skin and prickled it. The air stung on Rhineas’s face like the needles raining down.
What is this sensation? He thought.
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