The Trapped Princess
TOKENS

"But what if it turns out I'm the wrong person?"

"If Your Majesty is not the right person, then Your Majesty will not be able to unseal it," Gentala replied.

"You sure nothing bad's gonna happen?"

Gentala nodded, "whether there is, I will promise to protect His Majesty."

Ara took a deep breath, inevitably, she had to go down and try to unseal it.

"I KNOW YOU'RE INSIDE, COME OUT!!!!"

Not yet had Ara tell his decision to Gentala, the cave where he was hiding felt shaking violently. The sound of screaming from outside made Ara surprised. Ara nodded at Gentala, gesturing to come out together.

"Who are you?"

A man dressed in all white, with thick animal fur attached to his clothes, asked Ara in a hostile voice.

Gentala quickly moved ahead of Ara, as if fortifying Ara from the possible bad possibilities.

"Rooarrr...Rooooaarr's..... Keep talking!" Seru Gentala gave a warning.

Hearing Gentala's warning, the giant white wolf did the same, it moved towards the front of its master with a pair of eyes full of threat.

Ara observed the situation that was going on in front of her, she really hated the fight, she did not want to smell the blood today. Ara's eyes stared at the white wolf that was now facing Gentala, Ara was very sure that this wolf was the one he had seen just a moment ago, the silent wolf stood guard at the door of the cave where the core strength of the red clan was located.

Ara's eyes moved again, now staring at the young man behind the wolf, Ara sharpened her gaze until Ara saw a holy white aura emanating from within the young man, white without a stain.

"Seeing from your aura, it seems that you are from a white clan." Ara stepped forward until she was beside Gentala. "I should be the one asking, who are you?" ara asked with a red aura.

The white clan youth looked aghast at the red aura that felt intimidating, "you. are the red clan?"

"Where was your arrogance?" snapping Ara while squinting her eyes, trying to make her look spooky. "Don't if anyone asks, then you should answer?"

The white wolf suddenly bent its legs, as if saluting Ara. "We are indeed from a white clan, we are tasked with guarding the mountain of truth until its owner arrives" the white wolf replied politely.

Hearing the wolf in front of him, the young man knelt down, "we cannot explain any further, only our master has the right to explain it to you, miss."

The change in attitude of the two made Ara gawk, she thought the two would insist on opposing her, but instead the opposite. "Can I meet your master?"

"Sure, Miss."

Shortly after the young man answered, the wind blew, followed by the sound of flapping wings getting closer.

"Is that your master?" asked Ara while looking at the giant white wolf with a pair of wide wings.

"Rubber, miss."

Ara felt that the male figure looked familiar, his eyes continuously following the movements of the winged wolf that had now landed in front of the cave. The man on the wolf's back seemed to rush down, Ara continued to observe, until a pair of blue eyes answered her curiosity.

"Alardo!" muttered Ara softly looked at the man who was now walking towards her.

"Master," exclaimed the giant wolf and the young man who was kneeling before Ara.

Al kept walking closer to the two, he helped the young man up, then gently rubbed the body of the giant wolf and made him rise.

"So, what did you find? Luke? Olsen?" alardo asked both of them.

There was no answer Ara could hear, so Ara speculated that the two answered by telepathy.

Gentala re-encompassed Ara's body, as if wanting to be a shield and protect her. "Didn't you come because of us?" gentala's voice echoed inside the cave.

Al's gaze was diverted towards Gentala which now made Ara's body invisible behind him. "Why are you, the white clan is here?" gentala asked with his voice blaring.

Al smiled, remained calm and looked straight at Gentala's eyes. "It's hard to believe that today I was able to meet the dragon emperor who was rumored to have long gone extinct. In a book of prophecy belonging to the white clan mentioned that 'there will come an earlier dragon with a great queen who will return to awaken the power core of the red clan'. Seeing you is a form of divination made manifest, so where is the great queen mentioned in the prophecy?"

Ara remained silently watching behind Gentala's body, trying to guess at the situation before her, while Gentala began to get emotional. Gentala exhaled violently, as the air in the cave warmed due to the hot breath of the dragon.

"Say what your intention is! What is the true intention of your clan? I will never be fooled again by such rotten clans as you!" Gentala started to get carried away with emotions, he seemed to recall the destruction of the red clan.

"Perhaps because you fell asleep too fast, you didn't know that the white clan didn't belong to the rotten clan you mentioned."

Gentala squinted her eyes, "what are you going to do to make me believe your words?"

Al smiled as if he knew what Gentala wanted, he reached into the secret pocket inside his shirt, and took out a circular token with a fiery red aura. Al thrust the token in front of Gentala's face, as soon as a voice echoed, the dragon-carved gold token now floated above Gentala's head.

"Gentala, you're finally here!"

Gentala's body trembled violently, Ara felt the same. The sound he heard, was like waking up a red aura within his body.

"Don't get me wrong, after I put you to bed, my wife, my son and the white clan came to my aid, they saved my daughter and my grandchildren. Since they are the ones I can leave quietly, they also promise to guard the red clan's power core until you arrive with the grand queen of my descendants."

"Sir," said Gentala.

"Don't grieve Gentala, it's not time we met again. Please protect and accompany my great grandson as you did me, only you can trust me completely, please take care of him for me, Gentala."

Ara's heart trembled violently, her tears dripping down her smooth cheeks. After setting foot in his home world, only this time did he hear someone pleading for him. During this time Ara felt unexpected and should not be alive, but today suddenly, she heard someone pleading for her sake.

Gentala bowed her head, "the servant promised to protect His Majesty until the end of the servant's breath, sir."

Hearing Gentala's words, Ara's tears fell more and more, as if her defenses were collapsing.