Strange Waters

Merry, feast and tarry for the worst to come

The popular tarven was were most of the feast where the Emperor attended held. The whole empire could'nt fit in it not even half of the population. So the feast was just for a selected few to attend inside while the rest of the celebration resides outside the tarven where the merry making and celebration took place. The crowd in attendance that night was massive , the Atlantians were great in their numbers to support the prince as he made his return. Word of his capture had spread through the empire and for his Goodwill and at least his compassion towards the people, they were worried then and now extremely excited to have him back. He spoke for his father but never represented the harsh decisions of his. The people loved him for his stands and how young he was but yet possessed the courage of a man who had lived a thousand years.

Barrels of Ale which was the most valuable liquid in the feasts in the Empire was rolled up to the storehouse in the tarven. The fire dancers were already jubilating and showcasing their skills outside in the sands. One could see how much they played with fire. The fire dancers could drool their skin in oil and set themselves ablaze without the burns and they dance to the beat of the drums. They were traditional dancers that only came to perform for sensitive events like this. The feast was in progress as they people were already gathered outside. There was going to be special event. Warriors were to be glorified and the prince was to be crowned the best swordsman in the land. Of course he wasn't, he was the second best. Ibinabo was exempted from this title because she was of magic and she possessed powers that the prince didn't. It didn't deem fair to compare a warrior with a limited power to another with supernatural abilities. Her staff was her symbol of authority and it was her source of magic. Without her staff she was just a regular spirit creature. A tough one at that. Ibinabo stood outside and watched as there was a call to the people to see if anyone wanted to challenge the prince to swordfight before he was crowned the best swordsman. There was no response from the crowd and the old man who was one of the council men who conducted this little ritual outside the tarven announced Prince Jath as the best swordsman in the land. The people cheered and clapped. The prince wasn't there present. He was still in chambers preparing to join them later on... The main feast began right after the ritual. The sacred sword made and forged out of the powers of both the sun and moon. It cut through literally anything, both stone and steel. which was to be given to whosoever could make the prince yield or defeat him in sword battle, still resides with the prince so there was no need to handover powers. The prince was quite unbothered as he knew there wasn't doing to be any challenge for him, at least not tonight. He had proven himself before the people so many times. He used to have so many challenges at a younger age before he came back from the spirits land to harness the true powers of the imperial warrior. But he was undisputed. No one could make him yield. He had no difficulty in showing his skills and bringing his challengers down before the to for the challenge runs out. So when the sword was returned to his chambers as he was headed to the tarven dressed and full prepared to dine with the people he gave a smile as he walked past the guards who brought it back to his chambers in the hallway. He headed straight to the Tarven and joined his father. The Emperor was already at one of his heartfelt speeches and he gave a toast to the prince and the warriors who sacrificed themselves to bring him back home. Prince Jath sat and searched across the room for the maids to fill his cup. As he kept his running he met once again with Sandy. For a moment the whole place was mute and then there came voices from his head telling him to drop his guard and keep staring at her till she stops walking. Unfortunately he did just that. Sandy looked elegant as always in her red gown. The flare on the edge of the gown made it look like a royal attire. She caught alot of attention and her Ivory dark hair fell on her shoulders as he had dropped the pony she used through out the sail. She looked different. Beautiful and extremely colourful. She was called upon by the Emperor to sit at his table. She sat directly opposite the prince and she had no intention of making any more eye contacts with him. Seeing how much Sandy had changed since he last saw her the prince was moved but as always he tried to keep his emotions in check and looked away. He finally found a maid and poured himself a cup of ale. He drank it with ease as it was his favorite brew. Ibinabo joined Sandy at the table and so did Lord Nathan. she wasn't really dressed like she wanted attention, she wore a mild dress and had her staff with her. Always on to take on anyone. Classic ibinabo standards. Lord Nathan as always had his robes on and his spectacles on. The feast was quite serene as it should be the doors were closed and food was in abundance and so was the drinks. Noise and loud traditional music only came from.the outside. 

"I want to specially welcome us all back to this gathering. Before most of you all left we had this same place for ourselves, we ate and drank. And some of the spaces we see here now were not empty as at then. This only goes as far as to show we have lost many. But the purpose to which we accrued this lost and the sacrifices this valiant warriors made was not in vain. Yes, the Prince, my son has returned. The heir to the throne and am pleased with him."... Looking at Prince Jath and raising his cup to a toast. Prince Jath responded with a raise of his cup too.

" I can only imagine the lost we could bare of the Pacific army had gone through with their plan to execute him. But as fate would have it, he is now here with us. Stronger and better. Let's drink one time to this Victory.!!"... The whole room lighted up with cheers and chants of native songs from the warriors. The emperor sat and then stood up again just as he noticed Sandy and Ibinabo. "Lest I forget, I also want to specially welcome the young warlock to the imperial army who I heard displayed unthinkable braveness at the sea. Sandra flinch. She is nothing of this world yet her loyalty seems to lay with the throne even in such a confusing dimension. She has gone as far as earning herself a spot with the knights and Tomorrow she begins her training again. Cheers to our Lord Nathan and Senior Guard Ibinabo. Thank you all for bringing back my son."... The Emperor raised a toast one more time and the crowd responded in the same manner. Soon after the feats was about to end. Prince Jath already dizzy from excessive intake of Ale had to stand up and head towards his chambers after staring at Sandy all night. Sandy on the other hand had grown weary of the tavern. She was now sitting alone after several warriors had come up to her to start a conversation but she seemed uninterested and had little knowledge of the things that Interest them. So she stood up and walked back to the castle. She was never allowed to walk alone, she always had a guard accompanying her. She didn't really know if it was for her protection or to keep her confined. But she wasn't going to ask questions like that before it triggers more attention on her. Giving her less space and time to focus her mind to what was.