Princess of Erodaire III: Part Eight
King Alastare is slowly wasting away before me...
The words continued to pound in my ears; I saw a mental image of my father. A
splendid Draik, unlike the dun color his mutant form holds, adorned in silver
armour with a steel blade in hand. Marvelous, strong, formidable...he's tense,
ready for any movement which he senses. And yet...his eyes...they are the eyes
my father currently have. They were filled with hate, solitude, despair...I pitied
him so much.
Collecting. 11th Day.
He is slowly starting to fall apart before me. His eyes grow dull with each
passing day, and his strength seems to diminish before my very eyes. I am older
than he, and yet he is weaker than I. I wish there was something I could do
to help him. The loneliness must be pressing down upon him. He barely eats any
of the food now, and he does not train as often as before. He stares outside
the window each day, almost as if he was waiting for something or someone to
come and save him from his horrible ordeal which he faces.
I have heard news from the messenger Dragoyles that the Erodaire castle is
starting to fight back...reinforcements from our ally Meridell have come, and
they have helped drive back some of Lorezai's forces. I shall tell this to King
Alastare just as soon as the sun sets; he needs joy in his life, the dear boy.
So young...and yet such a heavy weight has fallen upon his shoulders. I do
not think he knows of the death of his adopted father, and of the kingdom that
now lies in his hands.
Collecting. 17th Day.
More good news of the war have reached my ears. Meridell has released some
of our troops from the dungeons of Lorezai! They are now in the safe vicinity
of the castle, willing and able to defend our kingdom. Life is starting to look
good, and I could see that the King Alastare's eyes are starting to shine more.
He has gripped his sword today after many days of not holding it at all; this
may be a good sign of our young warrior King's return.
Oh, and yes, the Queen has requested that the King and I shall come back to
the castle in exactly three days. She says that the troops have not been able
to locate the Deathbringers, and that she fears for Alastare's safety. I already
have a few packs ready to go. It is like the faeries are finally shining a light
I smiled after reading this entry; I guess that
the foreshadowing thought I had before was wrong. Perhaps a happy ending may
lie in this journal at the end. Just as I was about to turn the page, a yawn
escaped me suddenly. For the first time, I lifted my eyes away from the book,
glanced through the door before me, and stared out the large window. It was
the middle of the night, and I was still up. I chuckled to myself when I realized
how quickly time can pass, and how hunger is a funny thing. It only affects
us when we're not busy, and when we are busy, we barely even realize the grumbles
of our stomach. With another yawn, I hugged the journal close to me and fell
asleep on the bed.
The sunlight from the large window did not awaken
me. Instead, as I lay on the bed, bouncing back and forth between the line that
separates reality from the dreaming land, I heard a soft, musical voice enter
my ears. It was pure, like a mixture of singing instruments playing a song for
the faeries...it made me feel sleepy, and yet I could not drift back to the
darkness. Instead, I listened to it while I slept upon the dividing line of
consciousness and unconsciousness. It was an eerie feeling, and as I continued
to dwell on this song-like voice, I began to catch certain words that were being
said. They sounded strangely familiar...
"...I guess that the castle guards aren't as
horrible as I thought they were. The Death Bringers, the troops who were sent
to find the king, continue to pillage and plunder every person who does not
I instantly recognized the words that were being
said. They were passages from Rune's journal. I quickly sat up in bed and stared
at the direction from which the voice came from.
My eyes fell on a Faerie Kacheek sitting upon
the sofa in the room that was located at the right side of my bedroom. The bright
sunlight streaming in from the windows obscured her face, but I was still able
to make out her bright, sharp eyes and the round, cheerful shape of her face.
In her arms was Rune's journal, and it seemed as if she was completely captivated
by what lay within. Sitting upon the table were two plates of hot borovan and
"Hetal?" I asked as I jumped off my bed and
approached the right room's doorway. Instantly, Hetal jumped up with a gasp
and gazed at my direction. Quick as a flash, she dropped Rune's journal upon
the sofa and instantly fell on her knees before me, her eyes filled with beseeching
pleas and her voice filled with guilt.
"Dear Princess Andra, forgive me for intruding
and taking this book from you. I apologize a hundred times over, and if possible,
a million more times if I do not run out of breath. Forgive me for my atrocious
act of reading this seemingly private journal without your permission. I'm so
sorry, please do not punish me," Hetal blurted out in a one hurried breath.
She grabbed my hand softly as another added bonus to her pleas, and she continued
to gaze up at me with her innocent eyes. I couldn't help but laugh at this odd
"Hetal, get off the floor you odd thing," I
said with mirth and helped her off the floor. Confusion struck Hetal's eyes,
and, this time, a look of puzzlement graced her features. I laughed once more.
"Do not apologize for anything, dear Hetal. It twas my fault for leaving the
journal out, and besides, it wasn't at all private. Just a little night-time
reading book, it is. Besides, I could never be angry at the one who brings me
breakfast each morning. Now let us eat, for I am completely starved."
Hetal smiled at this proposal and followed me
willingly to the couch. The moment she sat down opposite of me, her bubbly and
cheerful attitude came back. "I thought that you might be tired of borovan because
of yesterday's meal, so I brought some Krakuberry along, but, of course, our
Krakuberry isn't as tasty as the ones that the Meridellians grow," she said,
her voice now tinged with laughter, as she took a sip from the hot borovan.
"Was that really you reading?" I asked out of
the blue, completely ignoring the statement that Hetal has made. Hetal looked
at me with inquisitive eyes once more. I smiled at how childish she looked and
said, "When I was dozing, I heard a musical voice, and I thought that it was
someone singing, but, instead and oddly enough, it was you reading from this
Hetal's cheeks burned a deep red when she heard
this, and she buried her face embarrassingly into her hands. I was confused
by this, but didn't inquire at this weird act. Hetal finally lifted her head
away from her hands and said, "I'm so sorry, but I can't help but feel embarrassed
about this. You see, I love music, and I always read everything in my path in
a singsong manner. I don't know why; it's just instinctive, like how a Draik
knows when to hatch from its egg at the right moment, or how a Krawk understands
that this plant is poisonous and this plant is edible. It's odd, but I can't
help it. It's just the way that I was born, and I've become quite used to it
"You have a magnificent voice, Hetal," I said
with a smile, and she blushed even more.
"Thank you, my Princess, but if you don't mind,
I would like to read more of that journal," Hetal said quickly and picked up
the journal and handed it to me. "And if you don't mind, I would love to hear
it read from you."
"Oh, I don't mind at all, Hetal. Where did you
"No, just read it from where you left off, Andra.
I'll still be able to understand it...I've heard this story told before..."
Hetal said in a soft whisper as she took a sip from her borovan. I glanced at
her in confusion, but the only thing Hetal revealed was the mysterious glow
that seemed to fill her eyes.
"Um...okay," I began and cleared my throat.
Taking another sip of my borovan, I opened up the journal to where I left off
and began reading...
Collecting. 21st Day.
King Alastare and I are upon the road, returning to the Royal Castle. He is
joyful, full of merriment, and I could see clearly that he is glad to be able
to meet his parents once more. Of course, I would leap for joy as well if I
were not burdened with all the packs and supplies, but I do not mind. King Alastare
is happy, and therefore, I am happy. The world of Neopia is happy, and I hear
the Pteri's chirping upon the branches. It shall be a day and a half more until
we reach the Erodairian castle, and I am taking my sweet time. Although King
Alastare is fully healed currently, I still believe that he is still wounded
by the past. I am not surprised...he is still so young...so full of youth. The
past shall be something that he won't forget easily.
He treks ahead of me currently. King Alastare...I worry about whether or not
he will be able to take on the responsibilities of a King. He is just a young
Yes...I have forgotten, I need to ask for a white paint brush in order to change
King Alastare back into a white Draik...his mutant form terrifies me...who ever
was crazy enough to create a mutant potion should be sent to live in a metal
structure in the abyss of space...
To be continued...