Bab 28: TO DOUBT YOUR OWNSELF!
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She had felt like an outsider, an outcast in her own kingdom as she kept coming and leaving the border leading to the Mirror Forest, still not being able to make a final decision.
The stories, the legends that she had heard about the forest had never been the most ideal ones.
Every land had its own rules, bound by the rituals of its ancients, who had found the land and it would be breaking a major convention if she entered the forest just like that.
It had always come with a dire price to be paid, an unwanted one, immoral to begin with.
What did that werewolf leader, Jamal, the instigator of the Decade Long War achieve from entering the forest?
Many even told about the lore and how that entering the forest had the consequence of his mind being corrupted, devoid of any sanity, only disturbing thoughts taking over his entire state which led to the war.
He was a decent man, respected and well known back in the capitol. What could come out of it when you break an age old tradition? What could it make you to be?
For sure, finding an alternative, and being driven by it, Ambrosia did not want to become another Jamal and start something she had never intended to in the first place.
She watched the cattle being ushered out of the grazing ground, in deep thought.
She was in the last of the territory of the Saunders, where the scavengers resided, cut off from the main Kingdom in all the ways.
And the situation here was pathetic. The closest to the north entrance to the Mirror Forest, even though the forest looked the same from all directions, hence its name.
It made it quite difficult to leave the forest once you enter, as everything looked the same from the entrance to the exit.
She saw the sun setting down, hiding away behind the valleys. The following day would be the day when the Mortals would be coming back to the Capitol and the next day, would have been her wedding day.
She felt the time slipping away from her hands. By then, the palace must have come to know about her escapism.
After lots of contemplation, coming to not quiet a decisive ending, she had to at least owe up to the goal that she had fixed for escaping the palace boundary after all.
And it was to enter the Mirror Forest and get ahold of the Witch of Moonfall, Aradia and know more about the prophecy.
So in the next morning, when she was viewing the sun rising up, feeling the last beam of light on her face before heading to the forest, as it was rumored that no light could penetrate the forest.
She let the head of her cloak down, letting her red hair free in the air, embracing the sun but then not realizing that someone was behind her at all when she should have been.
Her senses were too good to not notice someone approaching her even from a mile. She had trained herself to be so.
"Believe me...you do not want to do that?"
He voiced out. And for a moment, Ambrosia felt as if she had been caught.
She hurriedly turned around, levitating in the air and Ruqui was awestruck to look at her.
"Who are you? Who sent you here?"
Ambrosia questioned. Her voice reeking of authority. Ruqui seemed to have lost all his senses.
He could not believe that he was seeing someone, not from just the capital but a vampire in flesh.
Their village had no vampires. The vampires were first-class citizens after that dichotomy doctrine that the queen drew up to differentiate between the Vampires and the mortals.
All the vampires resided in the capital or in there nearby, and not in their village, which was on the outskirts of the Kingdom.
Meanwhile, Ambrosia could not help but feel conscious and irritated, both at the same time.
How could she not listen to him coming closer? She could sense someone approaching more than a mile away from her position.
"Who are you? "
She questioned again and it broke his stance. It was only then he spoke up, that too could not avoid stuttering.
"I'm...I'm Ruqui, the cattleman here. "
Ambrosia narrowed her eyes at him, not entirely convinced by his words.
Going by her looks, he could tell that she was having a hard time taking his words for words. But he was not lying. And had no idea how to make her believe that he was not lying at all.
He raised up his cattle-raring stick. Ambrosia remained static in her position.
"That stick is supposed to make me believe your words?"
Ambrosia interviewed him and Ruqui had no instant come back to that.
"If you are just a cattle man then tell me why did I not hear your steps? Why did I not feel you approaching me? "
Ruqui did not understand what kind of questions were those. He was trying to analyze what the women meant by it.
"Do not fool me around...one strike and you will breathe your last!"
She came onto him, raising her sword high up in the air and he fell down on the ground by her force, striking the blade against the skin of his neck, leaving him entirely to her mercy.
He raised his hands up, indicating he meant no harm one bit. He was not expecting things to escalate so fast, and neither that the woman to be armed.
"Hey...hey...I mean no harm!"
Ruqui surrendered. He had no backup to protect himself. More so it was a freaking vampire from the capital.
Everything only made her more mindful of the next action that she was to make right away.
Did she commit a mistake by delaying her trip into the forest?
And By then her mother had sent a man, like this, a man that was beneath her at the moment, held down by her sword, whose advances she could not register.
"Tell me did my mother send you?"
There was a bit of silence at that very moment. His mind was already in too much trouble, with the tip of the sword against his neck but then it hit him...
And it did hit him only then and there...
"Are you the Princess? "
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