Orsgadts
Voispir

Tears flowed from the end of Emune's eyes. He mourned what had happened to all the victims of the rebellion. Emune's heart ached to see the pain he had inflicted on everyone. The birth that should be welcomed with joy even ended up being a disaster.

The coiled black fog gradually turned to ashes as well as Emune's eyeballs. All the fickle happenings had vanished changing into nothingness. Emune then saw himself drifting and nearby was a towering black figure that changed shape like mist in the wind.

The figure repeatedly approached Emune's face and moved away. Emune felt her facial skin be extremely cold every time the fog approached her. Emune riled, he had no idea what was going on. As he remembered, he fell asleep after bathing in the dew of the night when he saw the stars with Fiona.

The figure approached then exhaled a cold wind that gave Emune goosebumps. His attempts to move his hands and feet were fruitless. He was conscious but bound by magical powers.

“I Voispir. Man, your story has been told. Get up or you'll die.”

A terrible sound, thought Emune. More like the evil whispers of witches as in the old stories he had heard. Slowly, half-whispering and threatening.

“A little more. My foster father, what happened to him?” ask Emune. Despite listening to Arrand's words, he wanted to see for himself his father's condition in his last moments. He felt guilty for not being able to accompany him.

“What will you give in return?” ask Voispir.

Emune confusion. He did not have anything valuable enough to exchange for the story he asked for. He remembered the emerald necklace but he could not give it to this creature. Not that necklace, he thought.

“You have something valuable. Blue bag, I want the contents in exchange for your foster father's story.” Voispir has determined his own rewards.

“Take it,” says Emune. He has no other choice

Voispir in the form of black fog pointed towards the silver box that Emune's foster father had given him. The box floated and the secret room opened. When the blue pouch opened by itself, the emerald necklace came out and beyond Emune's estimation, the pendulum shone.

Green light shimmered, getting brighter and expanding to penetrate the figure of Voispir. Voispir was thrown against the walls and ceiling every time the green light touched him.

“Fairy magic! Keep that away from me!” his roar.

That light would fill the room a little more. Emune is free from magical bondage. He could suddenly float up straight.

Emune moved her hand slowly. His necklace and pouch darted and fell over the palm of Emune. After the necklace was safely inside her pocket, Emune stared at the Voispir attached in the corner of the room avoiding the green light.

“Down and continue my story,” Emune command. He had the upper hand because Voispir would not dare to resist the power of the fairies on his emerald necklace.

Voispir crept down. His figure changed and melded with the ash fog. The ash fog moved around Emune, making him lie back in a drift. A deafening high shrill voice rang out for a while then disappeared along with the changing mist and Emune's eyeballs turning white.

Emune sees fast-moving events. Two knights, Arhen and Hemworth, hide in a dark alley in one corner of the market in Imperia.

“Arthen, they're everywhere. Look, I'm gonna pick up the package. You divert them. If I don't return, continue our plan.”

“Good. Take care of yourself, Brother,” said Arthen.

“You too, Brother.”

Suddenly the setting turned into the hills that Emune knew. Alder, that's a hillside trail to Alder!

Hemworth stood in the middle of the street with a drawn sword, surrounded by people dressed in black. They were the murderers who carried out the Orsgadt rebellion. The events at Orsgadt's palace are still fresh in his memory. He did not see firsthand how the royal family and the entire palace were slaughtered but the abomination spread throughout Artamea.

“Give up Knight Hemworth. You have nothing. Isn't death better?” The black-clothed assassin pointed at the knight with his sword.

“Stat! Rebel pigs! You'll be facing my sword,” roar Hemworth.

Hemworth did not wait any longer, he went forward to attack the nearest person with a stroke of death. An unexpected attack made that person an easy target. He was stricken with a gaping wound on his chest. Seeing his partner die, the other four assassins immediately attacked.

The battle initially went unbalanced but Knight Hemworth was the formidable bodyguard of the king. It moved quickly and deftly repelled all the opponents attacks. The assassins one by one he defeated.

The last killer, the big-mouthed man, begins to lose his guts. He turned around and tried to escape by riding his horse. Knight Hemworth didn't give him a chance.

Hemworth's hand grabbed the bow and arrow lying in the bushes and aimed it at the killer who repeatedly turned his back to make sure he was safe. An arrow shot very fast and stuck right in the chest of the killer. The killer fell off his horse which kept running leaving him with a puff of dust. Hemworth.

“You must be dead. Tell me everything you know, I might be kind.”

“You're just trash, history. There is no place for you in Orsgadt,” said the killer with irregular breaths.

“Good. Actually, I could've let you live, if you'd told me about the rebellion.”

“Kill me!” yell that killer.

“Good.” Knight Hemworth punched the killer in the face. “You can return to your base. Maybe they'll kill you because you failed to do the job. Send my message to your leader, Hemworth will chase him all the way to hell.”

Knight Hemworth got on his horse and then drove him away. He made sure he was far enough away from the killer and then turned left. He rode his horse slowly back to the scene of the attack. Hidden by thickets and lush trees, he was sure he would not be seen by the killer.

After the assassin left, Knight Hemworth wrote something on a piece of paper. The folds of paper he put into a tube made of wood and he hid it behind a large stone. It was their secret place. One member of the Arthen network will check it out and if there is, will pass it on to Arthen. They have their own code that no one else will be able to read. After putting the message down, he climbed on his horse and followed the trail of the killer earlier.

The next incident Emune saw was ten years ago when his father suddenly invited him to leave Alder and he was entrusted to the Grantea family. As the story of Arrand, his father who was sickly and died is also clearly illustrated. Edmund Steggar, his foster father was very thin and weak. Lying in bed and only occasionally out of the cottage. In his last moment, his father who cared for him since childhood could only raise his hand and call out his name before his life left his body.

Emune remembers he had to see another incident before Voispir disappeared. “Show Knights Arthen,” Emune's orders on Voispir. He knew this supernatural being was afraid of the strength of his emerald necklace.

Instantly Emune could see Knight Arthen opening a window on the dirty kitchen floor. It should have been a kitchen dump but the stairs leading down showed another function. After descending the stairs, Knight Arthen arrived at the small room. He walked towards the small table in the corner and kicked the round button hidden behind him. The thick wooden wall opened and he entered.

Four robed men with hoods covering their faces sat around the wooden table. Arthen joined in the fifth seat. They did not speak, and the five put a piece of metal that almost became a gold coin with the Orsgadt symbol on it. Hemworth should have completed the sixth keep but Arthen believes something is stopping him from coming.

“Package has been sent to Arsyna.”

“Arsyna quiet.”

“Imperia quiet.”

“Eimersun quiet”

“The occult world is quiet.”

After each of them finished talking, they took their respective pieces and then took turns out of the other door in the room.

Arhen took his puck, slipped it in the fold of the robe and followed the others out of the same door.

Emune's floating body shook violently. Voispir wrapped it up and lifted it high to almost touch the ceiling of the room. Voispir changed color from white to black to ash and continued to change until it disappeared.

Emune's floating body moved down and fell slowly over the bed. Emune's eyes were tightly shut.

“Emune, wake.” Someone tried to wake him up.

Emune opened her eyes. The sunlight from the window made it glare. Morning already. Is everything just a dream? If it was a dream, it would be too long.

Emune's chest hurts. What he saw he never imagined before. Brutal, sadistic and unforgivable.

“I dream about Mom. Black fog enveloped me and made me float.” Emune spoke to him. Not all of his stories are known to others. He should be careful anywhere and with anyone.

Fiona. “Oh, you met Voispir!” flabbergasted. He immediately sat down beside Emune's bed. “Yeah, Emune, good thing you could wake up this morning.”

“Is that bad Voispir?” asked Emune even though he had met her himself.

“She just gave you a little story then offered her continuation in exchange for all sorts. No one wakes up at all after meeting Voispir.”

“I'm lucky then,” said Emune.

“Very lucky. Listen, the effect of meeting Voispir is different for each person. People who are not strong can go crazy because they remember the past. You better take a shower and have breakfast. After that tell me your dream, if you want.” Fiona held out a glass of drinking water to Emune.

“Yes. Sure do. All right, I'll take a shower first.” Emune sipped water from the glass slowly.

Emune waits for Fiona to come out of the new room she dares to check her little bag. Everything is still complete. In that void realm, he recalled how Voispir was frightened by the green rays coming out of his emerald pendulum. Emune was relieved that her precious treasure was not lost. He's getting ready to take a shower.

Usually Emune always took a bath as necessary, not lingering, but after seeing his history through the story of Voispir, he wanted to review it. The bathroom is not really the right place but he can not calm down if there are others even though it is only Fiona.

Emune poured warm water over her body. Fiona kindly asked the waiter to prepare warm water for her bath. Maybe he was worried that Emune would pass out like what happened in Tighourt. Emune's cheeks turned red, he was still embarrassed to remember the incident.

He had always hoped to know his mother, knowing the history of his presence in the world. Does he look like his mother or does he look like his father? Does he have grandparents? Do they love him? Questions that tormented him so much that Voispir was called.

Elizai Murisie Nezca Orsgadt's. Emune. She is a royal princess. The princess who from birth did not have a kingdom even a family because of the Goenhrad rebellion.

In Emune's eyes began to appear the faces of his father and birth mother, his grandfather, the people who defended him with their own lives. Emune couldn't bear that burden. He was crying really.

“I'm sorry .. I'm sorry,” she said quietly in between her tears.

Emune's hatred of Goenhrad is growing. The cruel man took everything from Emune, the life of those who loved Emune and the peace of Orsgadt. Emune thought hard how could a man who had never been heard of or known of his history suddenly lead a rebellion and become the new king? Although Urndie once told me about the witch and the dragon Anthura, why does no one know about Goenhrad?

Emune has strengthened her resolve. He will not run from his destiny. Emune swore vengeance on his family and the people of Orsgadt.

“Today, whatever happens, I must convey my intentions to Eimersun to Ronald,” the break was firm.