Nurvati
Episode 35: Destiny Guides the Decision.
The wind chirped, the long hair of Princess Kerisia somewhat swayed uncertain direction and conditions began to be peaceful although still in the psyche of each passionate desire towards their goals has not subsided.
Princess Kerisia inched to the right, making room for Prince Awarta to wriggle to enjoy her pain.
“AAARGH ... GAH ...”
How painful the magic that Princess Kerisia did, to the extent that the two hands of Prince Awarta grabbed her hair, closed her eyes, bitten withstanding the torment.
A calm smile still struck Princess Kerisia's face, her gaze on Prince Awarta as a heartless; heartless.
“Haah-haah-haah ..”
Pain was eliminated, Prince Awarta set his breath towards calm, still lying staring at the cloudy sky, his two hands still holding his head in vigilance, his countenance slowly changing in contemplation. Only then did he come back to talk, “And I couldn't hit a heartbroken woman .. I just wanted to catch you, explaining that ... I can understand you ..”
“Ahk, that's bullshit, only women understand women, only a sick person understands pain,” Ketus Putri Kerisia with a serious facial expression.
”No... I understand you from the sight of a broken heart,“ refuted Prince Awarta still staring at the sky.
”I don't see you as a broken hearted man,“ wonder Princess Kerisia.
”When you take my mind, when my soul will hurt, it will be the beginning of my heartbreak, because that means, I cannot possibly meet the Savior, cannot be his servant,“ explained Prince Awarta in a look of serious contemplation.
When disappointment takes away all hope, that's when Princess Kerisia only understands about justice is vengeance, then she dares to ambush, “You deceive me! Disrespecting me as a princess, disrespecting me as an honorable woman! All looks from your fake parents! If you don't want to live with me, you should suffer like I suffered!”
But Prince Awarta who understands the blindness of the mindset of the Princess, only replied, “You are too excessive Princess Kerisia, I protect my parents, I protect my people and your country, I protect my country, I protect your honor from this crime of blindness of your mindset, justice is not like this Princess.”
”There is no exaggeration when we uphold justice! The one who hurts must be hurt again, the one who kills must be killed again, that's justice!“ staunch Princess Kerisia who still bears heartbreak in the disappointment of life.
”Justice for you, but a misunderstanding for me,“ Prince Awarta said.
Back the pain hit Prince Awarta's head and then held it to withstand the pain.
”Gaaah ..“
”See this! You will understand my actions when you recognize pain, and you will know me that justice is achieved through struggle!“ said Putri Kerisia loudly and dynamically, even so earnestly.
“Fuck you Princess Kerisia! You ... AAAAARGH ..!”
Unable to find a solution, the pain forced to switch focus on his head. On the other side of the soul, the Princess of Kerisia still sees the truth of herself is the truth that must be upheld, until the Princess again opens her voice, “Again, I want you to understand this, I want you to understand this, I'm doing this so you know me!”
Starting to grow angry and wrathful, that is what now appears in the soul of Prince Awarta in response to the foolish actions of Princess Kerisia, until though in pain she tried to rise, rather heavy and troublesome, rather, but in reality in the pain in his head, he was able to stand facing Princess Kerisia within 2 meters with a pale face and bite to withstand the pain. The jet-black net was somewhat shiny due to the reflection of the baskara light and stared intently into the red iris of Princess Kerisia.
Then Prince Awarta said. “Princess Kerisia .. whatever you want to do to me, do it .. but lest it be only a state of denial of love, our nation is at war ... gah.”
The wish that was accompanied by hope first formed a wicked grin through the face of Princess Kerisia, then replied, “That hope will only give birth to disappointment, and war with your people is very worthless, and your parents are nobody I should protect, so .. don't expect much from me, this hurt and disrespected person just wants justice.”
So to end this entertainment that has not been entertaining anymore, Princess Kerisia began to be subdued reciting the mantra 'Bothering Psychiatry'.
And the Prince collapsed with a groan of pain, he thrashed on the sand, moving to the right and to the left holding more pain in his head.
At first the pain was only in the head of the Prince, then it began to travel to the neck, and twitched in his chest, a pain that was very painful, as if a thousand needles pierced his heart, as if a thousand needles, in that unbearable pain, Prince Awarta again conducts a conspiracy with the Original Self.
“Let me meet the Savior, if I go mad, how can I serve the Savior?” the Inner Prince of Awarta.
So the Original Self gave way, came the first silhouette, of the different form of Prince Awarta; thin, sloppy and somewhat chatty, no longer even a Southern Crown Prince, no longer a Southern nation, no longer recognized himself, but he walked with the Savior. Not only that, there is a second silhouette, which describes Prince Awarta as a King, but instead he drove out and persecuted the Savior.
When consciousness triggers the decision, the Prince takes the decision upon himself, although no longer Crown Prince, his love for the Savior makes him choose the first silhouette, choosing him in full earnestness.
And the return of sorcery from Princess Kerisia struck the Prince of Awarta.
Brazenly, the Prince's moans suddenly interspersed by the swearing of Princess Kerisia, broken by the justice he managed to embrace, but seemed like a fool just because of blind love.
“HA-HA-HA-HA-HA ..
“... love is fair Prince, if you hurt again that hurt you,” Princess Kerisia added in a smile of grateful satisfaction.
“AAAAAARGH ..” The Crown Prince of Awarta has drowned in the agonizing sorcery, his ears hard to hear the words of Princess Kerisia.
What Prince Awarta should have been able to do with his victory was to free himself, but fate led to another path of inheritance. Slowly but in certainty, the Prince's skin began to turn white misfortune, his sturdy body began to shrink to thin, his breathing was heavy, and the black Satan child who was in the magical side, he said, strangely faded into smoke, then disappeared.
It's just that, do not want the Prince to go without giving gifts to Princess Kerisia, in the rest of her divine knowledge, she said again word by wind.
“Princess Kerisia .. no one escapes the punishment of the universe, so I cast my curse upon you in case you always remember what you did to me, accept without being able to smile again and forget to know the rules for laughing.”
So when the word disappeared, the body of Prince Awarta was slowly fading like the flickers of stars swallowed by the dark of night, then he disappeared from the reality of this nature.
However, Princess Kerisia was unable to dismiss the curse, due to the law of cause and effect, which, if someone injures an 'Familiar' or rather a God, will accept the risk of the curse. So Princess Kerisia was forced to bear the curse, unable to smile anymore, forgetting how to laugh. Silly, but that is the reality.
In fact, those who have reached the level of full mental culmination, are able to give a curse if where they will die in a state of aggrieved or will lose their honor.
“Damn it, you cursed me!” swearing Princess Kerisia by touching her lips by her lentic fingers began to feel discomfort on her lips.
His mouth began to feel stiff and his mind began to faint.
Although in fact, the Princess of Kerisia did not immediately resigned, precisely in her unacceptance, in a hilarious manner, while staring at the horizon imagining himself Prince Awarta with full seriousness, he retaliates with an oath containing a reprisal curse. “We shall see, I will make sure, before the Savior appears, the whole race of Elves will fall into my hands, the commoners, the teachers, the leaders, and the scribes, I'll make sure to follow me and acknowledge me as the Savior!”
And cried out Princess Kerisia in her own nature, reluctant to accept the curse, and continued to swear with insults to the Saviour if there was one.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRGH ..!”