Lunar Ethereal: Hawhtsqege Kingdom

A girl alone voyaged the sea beyond to the ancient land of Zagaraf continent. There lies vast ancient kingdom, under the protection of its enormous walls; built with stark sweats, and bloods. It once yielded to devastation as Its former people as one day—faded their existence across the world. Needless a king, Humans established the kingdom to undergo its renaissance. They dwelled the kingdom at the present day, overseen by relevant races. A rebuilt kingdom for its precedent people who might return; who they'd put their faith, their hope to conclude this endless war against the unceasing Infiltrators. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sun ablaze the clamoring street of Hawhtsqege Kingdom. Bustling peacefully with humans. Bumps on the cobble ground as streak of carriages drawn by tamed quadruped beasts are passing on the midway. Merchants abide the pavements along with their stalls; they're busy to make a trade between their purchasers. As the marketplace proceeds to be blatant, it jumbles the mind of a lost teenager—Nahayak. She manifested an anxious expression as she wanders with her exhausted feet through one unfamiliar street of unfamiliar kingdom. Although seemingly calm, her eyes tells crushing untold stories. Glancing upward the residences, curiously watching the residents inside their cobble houses, through their window as they peek back at her with oddity, lured by her sassy appearance.  An unusual appearance. Her physique of a skinny teenager wearing dirty tarnished dress as it veils her growling stomach, and the wound nestling in her arms of coffee-skin. A head consist of shagging black curly-hair, and a peridot-green eyes—sank between sides of her snobby nose.  Straying deep through the entire street, several questions dwells her inner mind: "Who are these people?"  and "Why aren't they attacking me?" she thought to herself. Also pondering just how exactly she can interpret their language, likely the way she can speak with it, without saying she'd never been here before, until recently. An urge to know.  "Did my tribe meet them before?" her wondered. A call back from her memory that some elders in her tribe enunciated that only perilous beast lodge past behind the sea. Indicating they're the only human alive. "But it seems they're baffling—or perhaps, they forgot, either, they had no idea," she answered her memory. In the meantime, her contemplation is useless if she dies in starvation, therefore, a seek for food sustenance, and probably a shelter is necessary. Even though she's a girl from faraway land, her tribe deliberately taught her how to survive, and that made her conviction firmer. However, this land is contrary to the survival system of her tribe. In this land, there's nothing such as free lunch. Even so, sluggishly twirling the crooked of her hair, she sigh, staring towards the merchant with a bleak in her eyes. "Hello? Could you please spare me some food?" she begged with mere sympathy. The merchant glares a careful scan over her entire appearance, yet disappointedly finding-out she's not of a proper customer, he then uttered with despise. "No food for cadger! scram! ya filthy cadgerrr!" he wave his hand, goading Nahayak to scram. His yelled resulted Nahayak to back off. However, it doesn't end here for she insist, bargaining with return. "Please, just one piece of bread—or even, any rotten fruit? I'll help you, I can cook, I can clean, I can work." She's desperate, it's been a day since the last time she ate her supper in the woodland, forced to feast over tiny-insects, and leaves, declined under the towering trees of woodland. "I'd no use for ya! scram now!" he aim his hand towards Nahayak, to flick a spell of a little fire-wisp, causing her to startle. "Aw!... What's that!?" she asked as well as she caress the burn from the fire wisp. "Are ya blind!? That's called magic! Scram now! Err! I'll call the guar—" His words suspended in the instant he noticed a stout lady in front of his stall, concurrent to his irritation as it changed to fright. In silent, he curtsies before the lady. The stout lady holds a folding-fan, and wears such exquisite dress, along with the jewels equipped on particular part of her body such as earrings, necklace and bracelets. All are embedded with glossy gems that seemed expensive. Her impression is one of a noble. Swaying her fan, she talks as she set her eyes towards Nahayak, "Ho! You're holding some fortune! Did you perhaps steal it? But, since I'm in a little bit, good mood today! How about this kid, I'll not tell this to the guards? However, you'll exchange that for one piece of bread—to me," she said with a high spirit as she pointed her long fingernails directly to the dull pendant located in Nahayak's chest. "Give me a bread!" the lady interacts the merchant. "Yes madam," the merchant immediately hand over the bread. Nahayak felt unease, the lady's offer is tempting, however, she deem the necklace priceless. "Sorry, this necklace is the only gift from my mother, and I'm afraid, I can't trade it for a bread, I hope you understand," she uttered with manner. Her eyes appeared to be gloomy, she seems to recalled something so miserable after contact with her necklace. The lady sigh and rolled her eyes, "Listen here kid, you're right, I know that you didn't steal it." "But there's one thing you're wrong, and it seems you're new in my street, anyway did you know me?" the lady asked with a smile, and a raised of brow. Nahayak responded with a shook of head that prompt the lady, staring towards the merchant, a wink, an eyes of a plotter, and the merchant grasp, thus, he nods. "It'll save me some trouble, if you just hand it over kid," the lady uttered, she crossed her arms. "Now!"  An enforcing grip took place on Nahayak's arm, from the merchant.  "What are you doing? Let go... of me," she grunted as she attempted to remove his hand. The lady scream franticly, "Guards! a thief! a thief stole my necklace!" Her accusation imposed Nahayak in distress, "What!? no! This is mine!" she exclaimed as she persists to resist the gripped, tugging away her quivering body that inducing her dread. The fuss gathered the attention of nearby residents, vaguely murmuring. After picking up the lady's scream, two discernible guard showed up among the bustling citizen. They're quick on approaching the lady, and after short interval of distance, their overwhelming bulk-bodies shadowed Nahayak's existence. "HALT! Yes madam?" a rough, and daunting voice from a guard. The stout lady inhaled deeply, "My poor necklace! look! this girl who reeks, and smeared with filth! a daring peasant to wore my necklace!" she replied in panic, a harsh glance befell Nahayak. Her glance turned against the merchant, driving him to speak upon supporting her scheme, "Ya... yas, she... I see her steal it, and she... almost escape, b—but It's good now! I caught her!" he stammered. Though, the duo's bogus is within consideration, it won't cease Nahayak, for she believes that she won't forfeit easily in regard for what she values the most. Moreover, Nahayak insisted in denying, genuinely expressing her pity state, "They're lying! I'm taught by my mother not to steal!... and this is a necklace gifted by my mother!" she claimed, gasping intensely. The guards trade between their obscure look, a future judgement for which side is more reasonable. Since Nahayak manifest a state of foulness, whereabout her appearance gives the impression of a bottom feeder; in contrast to the lady, who's more sensible for owning a jewelry. Therefore, a guard raise his elbow, snap his hand, and a handcuff—made of rock—is produced by magic, cuffing Nahayak further. "Faster guards! Take her away, and give me back my necklace! I won't ever touch her filthy skin! Yuck—Eww! My necklace is getting filthier by any more seconds you waste!" the lady stated hysterically, and the merchant played off along with her plot, "Ya! Scram her away now!"  The guards finally deduced, "I'm sorry kid," said sincerely, they soon pluck the necklace away from her neck.  In a moment, the necklace was entrusts over the lady, "Here is it ma'am, I hope soon, you'll be more careful." Tears began to stream down on Nahayak's cheeks, her emotion is mixed between fury and grief.  Furiously dissenting the guards, consistently discharging her cuffed-hand upon striving to take back the necklace wherewith clutched of the lady. "That's... my necklace please! I didn't... steal anything! Ugh!"  "Kid, what had you done is unlawful act, we'll turn you over to the underground prison as convicted," a guard said. Everything is coming up in conclusion, the scheme was successful, "All right madam, we're wasting much time, a pleasure for your cooperation," the guards nod. Mumbles of residents gradually diminish, proceeding in their business. Dragged along, Nahayak can't help but to resist over and over, "I didn't... stole anything! Please no! Believe... me!" "Stop opposing the law kid, you're not in position."  Her resistance remain until she reached a rock-bottom fatigue, emptying her will but to submit, hence the guards has to carry her by shoulder. Traversing somewhere the street, far from the particular noisy marketplace, and things moves quieter. Guards along with captive are alone along their way, "Stop!"—or not alone perhaps. The guards flip over their regards towards the speaker, they sight an old woman staring between the two of them. An old woman, at her stoppage, gives off the picture of a nobles' maid. She's skinny, but not too thin, her hazel archaic-dress has long-sleeve, and skirt, almost meeting the ground. Her hair is black and visibly tainted with some blue lining; also, it's properly tied by a scarf over the back of her crown. The only worth looking is the ring on her index finger. "Who's she?" the old woman used her lips to point out Nahayak. Her voice is quite at ease, yet her glare tells seriousness, aggravated with her natural angry eyebrows and wrinkles. The guards seem to have manners as they speak calmer towards the old woman, "This girl is a thief, she stole a necklace from a noble, but rest assured, she'll be soon imprisoned," a guard explained with conviction. "Wait!" the old woman nigh towards the guards, and provides an inspection. In a jiffy, her eyes yielded to pure intensity, "Oh my Water God!... She's just a girl! What are you guys thinking? The underground prison is full of vicious, and degenerates' criminals! They'll just make her their slave!" she complained fiercely. "But—" "No buts! I'll take her or I'll tell your captain about what you two did last night—at the tavern!" Despite her threat, the guards in charge are clearly unwilling. She sighs, "Fine! I'll give you this! Catch!" she flung a small sack—clanging metals—to the guards. The guards snag upon the sack, and their eyes widened, "It's gold," they muttered.  For a guard who earns a small portion of fortune, the temptation is incomparably. Thus, they settled on leaving Nahayak to the old woman. "Tsk, jerks!" The old woman further heed her attention towards Nahayak, who's currently in slumber, "Hey! wake up girl!" she said, gently slapping her upon awakening. Not awaking, and as an impatient woman, she sighs in desire for absolution, "Okay fine! Please forgive me," She sorts her hands-on par together, and with her magic; an orb of water apparently slumped onto Nahayak face. "MOTHER!" appalling exclaimed by Nahayak as she raises her upper body in jolt. While rough panting, her hands randomly gropes her soaked throat, "My necklace!?" she twists her dismal eyes towards the bluish eyes of the old woman, whose caressing her shoulder to relieve. Demanding a request, she clasps her hand onto the old woman arm, "Help me please, I got tricked, my necklace, they tricked me for my necklace," she claimed as she began to shed her tears in loss. Calm down kid, it's okay, just calm down, breath." the old woman said, trying to pacify her. Meanwhile, the depressing mood that Nahayak's dealing,  gradually appeased. She perceived something soothing on her shoulders. And a moment of curiosity, she glimpses into her shoulder. The palm relieving her shoulder, glows in light-green. Nahayak can't tell if it's one of what the recent merchant uttered, if "It's magic?", she wondered. It's not long before Nahayak settled down, yet the old woman pried her with questions, "I'm Amiras, who're you? Where's your parent? and where are you from?"  Slightly gaining her composure, Nahayak replied,  "My name is Nahayak, and—" she broke her words after she recalled her parent, and once again, her expression turns to blue. Amiras felt pure sorrow in her perceptible tears, she sighs, toning-down her voice, "Forgive me, though, I can't help you yet about your necklace since it's a noble you're dealing with. An inferior can't oppose a noble Nahayak. Maybe some other time, I'll help you with it,  and not now, look at yourself—not with your situation."  These words pull off Nahayak to reckon that if she confronts the recent stout lady once again, instead, everything will just repeat itself, the guards would take her away—or perhaps, she'll be harmed with their unexpected magic. Realizing that, she brushes her tearful eyes with her arm, "Sorry." All of a sudden, Nahayak stomach rumbles, and unexpectedly heard by adjacent ears. "It seems like you need to return into your home now Nahayak. It's fine, just tell your mother that you lost your necklace," Amiras said. Somewhat everything is fine, Amiras stood her ground, and turn her back into Nahayak. She walks away, leaving her, and right away, Nahayak yelled, "I don't have home," words that set aside Amiras to walk further. "I don't have any home to return... m—my parents are dead... please help me, I can help you, anything." Amiras turned around, "Is that true?" she ensure, even though she knew, considering the foul ambience she exude. Nahayak nods revealing a hopeless look. "Fine, would you mind coming with me? would you like to be my apprentice?" Without hesitation, Nahayak nods as consent. Both have fixed agreement, meanwhile, Amiras use her hand as signal for Nahayak to accompany her. "You're not allowed to ask questions, not until we're inside my quarters."