The Trapped Princess
Al

Ara nodded her eyes at the grandfather, her heart churned, several people appeared in her mind.

"Go away" said the grandfather with a smile.

"Can I see Grandpa again?" ara asked in a trembling voice, knowing that she hated parting so much.

The grandfather gently stroked Ara's long hair which now turned dark red, in harmony with her eyeballs which also changed with the same color.

"Of course we can see each other whenever you want, son, grandfather will always be here, and this whole place, including the village of the red clan will always be inside you," the grandfather looked straight into Ara's eyes.

"really?" Ara saw the grandfather giving a definite nod to her.

"How's the cake? What if I want to go see Grandpa?" asked Ara confused.

"You just need to focus on yourself and sharpen your intentions, it will be difficult at the beginning but the longer you will get used to it."

Ara nodded, "does that also apply to getting out of here cake?"

"Sure son, try it!"

Ara nodded again, she sat cross-legged, closed her eyes and sharpened her senses. Ara felt an extremely thick red aura, like pure natural energy, quickly the red aura around her was scrambling inside her, Ara was aghast in shock, she lost her focus, she lost her focus, cold sweat drenched his entire body.

Ara clenched her hands together, against all the intense red aura sensations, she tried so hard that she gritted her teeth, that darkness and silence greeted her. Ara took a deep breath, she began to regulate her breathing, in the darkness Ara walked quickly in any direction, following her instincts. The more he walked the more he felt desperate, because he could not find a way out.

Ara began to lose her temper, she stopped her steps and looked around, but nil! Nothing has changed, only endless darkness.

Ara sat down cross-legged again, her brain working very hard, trying to find a way out. "Can anyone help me get out of here?" whispered Ara softly because she was too tired, she was really just talking and not expecting an answer, she just wanted to talk to herself, so she knew that she was still alive.

"Master, do you think he's still not finished?"

Ara was surprised, suddenly an unfamiliar voice sounded to shake the long silence she felt. Ara stood up again and tried to follow the origin of the voice.

"Sorry young master, it seems like it hasn't. Why did you ask?"

Gentala's voice boomed, made Ara steady and ran quickly to the origin of the sound, Ara did not want to lose the moment, she had to run as fast as possible, before they stopped talking.

"Something's going on in the kingdom, I have to go back right now."

Ara saw a bright light, she sped up her run, jumped up and grabbed the light. Ara regulated her breathing, she was gasping for air from running, her body felt weak and powerless. He opened his eyes quickly, a bright light coming into the cave, now bursting into his eyes.

"What's going on in the kingdom?"

Ara tried to ask, still from where she was sitting, behind Gentala, but her voice managed to echo inside the cave.

"Your Majesty, have you succeeded?" Gentala twisted her body and looked towards Ara who now seemed to change in form.

"Fuck? Princess Eleanor?"

"What's going on in the kingdom, Mr Alardo?" ask Ara again repeating her question.

Alardo seemed to let out a long sigh, he felt very happy to meet again with the princess, but he knew that this was not the right time to express his happiness. He also tried to answer Ara's question.

"I got a message from General Arion that there seems to be a rebellion, Your Majesty," Alardo said politely after seeing the grandeur of the Princess Eleanor before him. Alardo realized that he could not call her Ara without a title anymore.

Elrick's face, both his parents and grandmother's faces were reflected in Ara's mind. "I'll come with you, sir."

"But Your Majesty, you have been meditating for more than a year without eating a single meal, please eat first, Your Majesty."

Ara blinked in surprise and looked at Gentala, "you said one year?"

Gentala nodded her head, the portico brought out fruits in front of Ara. "Eat first, Your Majesty," said Gentala thrusting the fruit toward Ara who was still amazed.

"But there's no Gentala time, can I eat on the way?"

Al caught Gentala's anxiety, "Your Majesty need not hurry, let the servant go first. His Majesty can catch up after recovering," Al said while saluting and saying goodbye.

Ara wanted to reject Alardo's request, but Gentala looked at him intently mercilessly. Ara could only swallow her tongue and nodded, agreeing to Alardo's proposal.

"We also have permission to leave, Your Majesty."

Luke, Olsen and Al's winged wolf, bow from the mouth of the cave. Ara nodded back.

"Don't worry Your Majesty, I'm sure General Arion and Gigas can handle it" Alardo said before boarding his winged wolf.

Ara was still unable to walk because her body felt very tired, so she just followed Alardo's departure with her eyes.

Alardo smiled and nodded from on the back of his winged wolf, in his heart Al promised himself to stay alive and meet again with the princess.

"Let's go Blevine!"

Blevine, the winged wolf, began to flap its wings and fly through the air. Al looked at Luke and Olsen who were following behind him, seeing that both of them seemed ready to plunge into the war, Al's eyes turned back to the cave he had just left. His heart felt heavy to go, but if he did not go the Princess would definitely insist on going with him with a weak-looking body condition.

Al let out a long sigh, his eyes turned to look up at the sky, there was sadness in his heart. "Why does a meeting with him always end with a farewell?" muttered Al from Blevine's back. The wind blew fiercely as Blevine's wings flapped, like lightning, Blevine pierced through the clouds before him swiftly.

"Master, it seems that things are not very good down there," said Blevine looking at the smoldering fire and the puff of smoke that caught his eye. Blevine decided to fly around the city which is now burning like embers.

"Take me down Blevine!"

Without giving an answer, Blevine began to swoop down sharply following Al's orders. The flapping of his wings began to slow down, checking the circumstances and the best place to lower his master.

Al tried to understand the situation, his eyes constantly looking for the figure of the General. "There Blevine!"

Al shared his vision with Blevine, he caught the figure of General Arion who was now covered in blood, the army in front of the General seemed to attack blindly, so he could not be seen, but seeing from the state of the General who can still stand upright, Al is sure that the blood covered in his armor is not the blood of the General.