Part II
The dense fog swallows three figures, making them appear nothing more than the silhouette of stone planks. From far the darkness seems to sop up the maliciousness of their exchange.
“She took the bait,” says the first observer.
“I didn’t know she’d be that gullible,” sneers the other.
Then the third one, a small reserved figure shrouded behind his companions, speaks with a distinct scratchy voice. “You must do your best to keep her here. You understand?”
“Don’t you worry! We are adroit at this,” the two reply in unison. “The path will lead her deep into the Pocket,” one of them adds. “I had loosened the string when I gave her the pouch. She will soon lose it and be forever strayed.”
“We are always on standby. Even if she does reach the lake, we have another plan to trap her,” the other observer flashes a grin, even though nobody could see it in the gathering darkness.
“You can’t underestimate this,” the devious figure admonishes the other two. “I almost captured her at the Pocket of Corns, but something strange happened and she got away. I still have to look into what exactly transpired.”
“Don’t you worry, Warden Gerkolli, we will take care of it.” One of them assures him. “And you will keep your word and let us preside over the Pocket of Crystals, right?”
“I will see to it.”
“But you’ve promised us,” the cloying voice persists.
“When the Prince is declared as King, I will make the appropriate arrangements. That is only if you succeed,” the Warden hisses impatiently and starts to walk away.
The other two observers continue watching the activities out in the open. Their eyes glisten with cold light in the dark, their faces convulsing to the thrill of the conspiracy.
A moment goes by, before one of them discreetly paces up and retrieves a small sack from the ground.
“Our plan has worked. She’s now lost,” the observer tells the other one triumphantly.
“Why didn’t we just bury her right back then?” the second observer jeers.
“If killing her is that easy, the Warden would have done it himself.”
“Is that so?”
“He cannot harm her. The timeless nature of AohhoA means that she remains immortal as long as she stays here.”
“So why does he want to keep her here in eternity? How strange is that he is devoted to this girl when the Prince is busy with the Ashendrons!”
“Why should we care? As long as we do what he asks, the Pocket of Crystals will be ours forever.”
The two of them let out a shriek of joy at their boiling plan. With the eerie laughs, their distorted smiles turn into grimaces, all cloaked by the ghastly fog.
“She took the bait,” says the first observer.
“I didn’t know she’d be that gullible,” sneers the other.
Then the third one, a small reserved figure shrouded behind his companions, speaks with a distinct scratchy voice. “You must do your best to keep her here. You understand?”
“Don’t you worry! We are adroit at this,” the two reply in unison. “The path will lead her deep into the Pocket,” one of them adds. “I had loosened the string when I gave her the pouch. She will soon lose it and be forever strayed.”
“We are always on standby. Even if she does reach the lake, we have another plan to trap her,” the other observer flashes a grin, even though nobody could see it in the gathering darkness.
“You can’t underestimate this,” the devious figure admonishes the other two. “I almost captured her at the Pocket of Corns, but something strange happened and she got away. I still have to look into what exactly transpired.”
“Don’t you worry, Warden Gerkolli, we will take care of it.” One of them assures him. “And you will keep your word and let us preside over the Pocket of Crystals, right?”
“I will see to it.”
“But you’ve promised us,” the cloying voice persists.
“When the Prince is declared as King, I will make the appropriate arrangements. That is only if you succeed,” the Warden hisses impatiently and starts to walk away.
The other two observers continue watching the activities out in the open. Their eyes glisten with cold light in the dark, their faces convulsing to the thrill of the conspiracy.
A moment goes by, before one of them discreetly paces up and retrieves a small sack from the ground.
“Our plan has worked. She’s now lost,” the observer tells the other one triumphantly.
“Why didn’t we just bury her right back then?” the second observer jeers.
“If killing her is that easy, the Warden would have done it himself.”
“Is that so?”
“He cannot harm her. The timeless nature of AohhoA means that she remains immortal as long as she stays here.”
“So why does he want to keep her here in eternity? How strange is that he is devoted to this girl when the Prince is busy with the Ashendrons!”
“Why should we care? As long as we do what he asks, the Pocket of Crystals will be ours forever.”
The two of them let out a shriek of joy at their boiling plan. With the eerie laughs, their distorted smiles turn into grimaces, all cloaked by the ghastly fog.
