Nurvati
Episode 45: Mindset Imprisoning the Soul.
Still the same day, dark starry night, but not the same complex. In the distance in the direction of the West Wind, a vast dark forest that contains mystery, behind the Western forest there is a tree that has a secret door, trees that are no different from other trees, shades of ash, 39 meters high but at the root there is an entrance to a hidden room.
In the dim light of the fireflies, in a dark room, with a wall made of Red Pomegranate and a floor made of Sapphire, stood next to a royal woman, long wavy orange hair, wrapped in her favorite red dress, which has two soft white wings and charming, pink-red sharp netra now connected to three black Satan children.
“My children ... dribble the whole mindset of the people, to be firm on their egos .. My children, dribble the whole mindset of the leaders, to be firm on their honor, escort the scribes, to be firm in their book .. stop all myth, lest the trust of the Saviour arise except to me,” the command of Princess Kerisia who is firm and preventive.
So with the word 'Go' from the mouth of Princess Kerisia, the three strident sons of Satan flew up, carrying out the word of the 'Mother', they will whisper to all the people, about whispers that are subtle and beautiful but contain a negligent accident.
There was no smile on his smooth face, that luxurious sweet smile had disappeared, that hypocritical smile art had been preserved in the past, now just flat, hollow, and heartless, the curse of Prince Awarta, still ensnaring Princess Kerisia, he forgot how to smile and forgot what laughter looks like.
Slowly in his victory hopes, his net petals slowly closed. In reality, Princess Kerisia has known herself, her true self, which she herself created. Acknowledging the Angels as Creators, but not acknowledging that they were created.
Princess Kerisia, the third child of two brothers, all her brothers are a man, the heir to the throne of the Western nation, everyone does not know, even the world does not know, all of them really do not know the pain that will hit Princess Kerisia.
His two brothers are fighting for the throne of the kingdom, his older brother who is most loved by his parents are just ruthless killers, who are cunning again hypocrites.
His two parents did not believe his own daughter's words, about his brother who wanted to poison his parents, which was Princess Kerisia who was even punished, punished for accusing the non-existent.
But nevertheless, his love for his parents never subsided, the Princess of the Western kingdom, very much respect and love them.
But after much division, the end of which was spat upon, after his affection was abused, in the end everything was nothing but meaningless nonsense.
The beautiful is praised, the good but the beautiful is meaningless, the holy is exalted, but the sinner is sanctified, still seen as filthy. As a Princess, she knows very well what is happening and what is happening in the political and public sphere.
If good cannot attain salvation, then by evil salvation will be aspired.
No longer a matter of love, no longer a matter of war, Princess Kerisia had to make everything recognize life in this realm, because for her, one would not know about wounds, before they were wounded, because, and nobody knows each other, if they don't feel each other's souls.
Dark tonight, Princess Kerisia prefers to stay here for a moment, the view of the Goddess trying to look at the legend or myth, the legend, concerning the Angelic treatises given to the Savior, that there will be an age in which the Elf race returns to its 'Giver' nature'.
He nailed, closed the netra, crossed, his spiritual vision penetrated into various places, villages, housing, cities, tourist attractions, caves, forests, mountains, sand, snow, oceans, oceans, and so on, the clouds, the nations, but nothing is gained at all.
Not surrender!
Back again Princess Kerisia looked up, the whole place was not negligent in her vision. He must know, he must know, because after all, it is the Savior who can stop the mission of Princess Kerisia born in this world.
It was night, the point of night had reached his zenit, the whole time had worked hard to never stop.
Unfortunately, tonight, Nurvati was forced to sleep in a holding cell, her body was freed from the chains, but she is now imprisoned.
This is inside the Military building of the East area, the building is in the form of the letter 'O' when viewed from above, made of diamonds and diamonds, has 4 floors, has 4 floors, standing firmly on the ground hovering within 3 meters, and around an area that was three times the size of this ball field there was only a wall of energy, which no one can get in and out of at will if they do not have the permission of the guard.
Nurvati was sitting sweetly in a long chair made of diamonds, this room itself like an aquarium of fish, boxes, and rows of the same room around it, he said, so Nurvati is able to see through to the wall or next room, because however the whole room is made of glass covered with energy.
It can be seen by the eye, that, despite the large number of prison cell rooms, but only Nurvati one who seemed to fill one of the ten rooms of the holding cell, the rest was empty.
There was nothing Nurvati could do, her ability here was completely unreliable, every time she tried to use her ability, often that time her attacks were not able to destroy this sparkling place, she said, even the scientific light covering his face seemed completely useless, perhaps with magic or the power of the Goddess it could be destroyed. But unfortunately, Nurvati was just an ordinary Fairy.
The justice! Yes, justice, in his head still spinning the rhythm of justice that is the justice of life, sitting sweetly in this sad place does not stop his mind to be able to dream of achieving justice of his life, the turmoil of his ambition continues to stand up.
Not all housing residents have been tried, this hanging feeling feels mentally disturbing, it feels obstructive and like encouraging the body to again damage the homes of residents, then hurt their children, he said, that way justice is done.
Indeed, Nurvati felt tormented by her own ambition, not only that, being able to sit sweetly here was very nauseating, plus, tomorrow Nurvati will be tried, the trial was impressed to have guessed, if he was to be put to death. Clearly the moral burden must be borne again.
“AAAAAAAARRRGH ..!”
It was a scream from Nurvati's mouth that came out as a sign of his depressed mental expressiveness, the psychological side of Nurvati was not able to accept this, the proof alone both legs seemed to be kicking the void, the, imagining that what he kicked was his unlucky destiny, more than that, his fingers were clenched tightly, it was a sign that his mind was firmly holding the moral burden. And he yelled many times, but it was in vain.
Actually, now he was forced to be exposed to bad luck, and that was because of his own actions, rash and arbitrary. A woman who comes with the past, who is submerged in the reality of life, then feels that justice is to make people who hurt her, must be hurt again, that is the complexity of Nurvati's mindset.