10 AYORKO'S REALM
In one corner of the earth
In the middle of a threatening sea
Where two gigantic oceans meet
Where both waves crush toward each other as so as the whirlwind
they strife over their differences
even with each color,
the water on deep dark blue and olive green to almost electric blue,
bear no resemblance.
No visible islands surrounding the periphery,
for every island suddenly turns invisible,
a sign that you have entered another dimension.
A mystical palace and hidden island,
seen only to those whom the Phyado permits.
The Phyado, as they call is the sole distinguished sentinel with both strength and magic, the main protector of this mysterious domain. He imperceivable as this kingdom and he determines and bestows those with super-eminent intentions and prohibits those with scheming ambition. Hiding their island from the bear eyes of humans ensures more security. Though, they still can be penetrated through wizardry ways and black magic.
York also knows as King Ayorko in his world. Being the king, he definitely got his own access to his own kingdom from another dimension, with some fleck of magic in any natural water forms. It simply creates a whirlpool, a portal to his world. He jumped in it, and in a blink, he was tossed by the whirlpool carefully, dry as a bone with his earnest virility, to the spotless, shiny, reflecting floor of his own palace's hall.
"My King, you've come back. How's your quest the human world?" Amanda, like a puppy with a wagging tail, came running towards him after knowing his presence.
"Amanda, I need to talk to you; I need your help." After his poignant conversation with Thea, York can't think straight enough and find other ways to get her back. So he decided to stay away for the night and wind up or ask some advice from his trusted friend since childhood Amanda back to his world.
Amanda, just like King Ayorko, is an Encanto and got magic of her own. As they are, Encanto usually got gorgeous appearances; most of their hairs are white, ears are pointed, and its length will depend on their position or bloodlines. The royals mostly got the longer one. York's appearance when he is in his world doesn't defer much as a human, and unlike the other Enkantos, his hair is gold. When he used too much of his power outside his world, his outward form changed extremely and made him look like a monster. Since he is the king in their kingdom, he was known to get the highest quality of magic; he inherited all the previous king's capabilities and enhanced it with study and practice. Amanda is a different story; she hides her true capabilities from the public. She is a halfling; even York doesn't know the truth about her. Her hair shows white from the outside, but the inner part of it hidden are dark purple strands symbolizing the blood of the most powerful and wicked witches in their dimension, the Barangan. Her mother is an Encantada, and his father is a Barangan, and he got the dominant gene compared to her mother. Her parent's relationship is hidden 'till the present, which makes her true personality hidden.
While the servants are scurrying and busy preparing sumptuous dining for their king at a vast dining table, King Ayorko and Amanda positioned themselves seated for some serious conversation. He narrated the details.
"I can hardly understand my king; why do you need to go in pursuit of her? Why can't you just choose the pretty maidens in our kingdom? She's just a mere human, no power of any kind, and she's weak, not fitted to be a queen. And with what you told me, she's not happy knowing that you are different." Amanda stood up, intensifying her point to the king.
He raised his eyebrows in disbelief upon hearing Amanda's opinion. He'd been expecting her always to support him in his decision and help him find a solution as she always does. Yet, today she opposed him. "My ancestors chose her and showed her in my dreams. She's my destined progenitor, I don't understand at first, but at the same time, she's the only one who can make me feel both delight and weakness by just simply thinking of her. And that's a big deal for me; anything rare, especially about my emotion, is a big deal for me."
Amanda sat back down, disesteemed, and shoulders fell. "Then, my apology, I don't have the wisdom to help you in that matter, my king."
Instantly when King Ayorko fled back to the human world, Amanda locks herself inside her personal shady-hole. She had her own comfortable and exquisite room inside the palace, seated on the castle's upper floor. However, she always prefers to stay in her own secret fortress, where no one but only she knows about it. The only place that she can truly be, who she really is. This space is not far from the palace; it is even in the structure's very heart, just 20 feet under the King's throne.
"Corium mu sous!" Her eyes are teary and fierce; her voice is deep and precise with the use of her and only her own magic chants. A swirling bank of clouds appears; she had summoned the invisible passage hidden under the huge and eminently elegant whole body mirror. She steps in and vanishes.
Amanda manifested herself surrounded, a circular array of imperishable candles that simultaneously illuminates her fortress. However, the lucidity of the place is faint and limited. The outrageous adornment in her walls showed. Human skulls in various forms and sizes serve as her candle holders. Cloth dolls in human shapes hanged in every twig of a dead tree like a Christmas ball on a Christmas tree. Some of those dolls are pricked in pins and stained in red, human bloodsheds out from it. In one corner is a centenarian, stupendous and scruffy table with a sizeable thick spellbook, alive and flapping in excitement, sensing her presence.
Eyebrows meeting, tears falling, her jaw clenches while her cheeks inflamed about to blow the emotion she detained in front of York. She thundered in her tremendous disappointment, for she failed to own the King's affection with it, she stormily slams her fist in the table. Grabbed the ancient dagger that's within reach and, without humming and hawking, stub the spellbook with it. Then, the flapping stops, and blood deliberately spill out from it.
The sun's about to rise, at the same time as the whirlpool portal of the forest spring, spit York out back to the human world, and instantly his appearance changes back to humankind. The first thing he heard is the clamors from the campsite. The alarmed voice of Nerie screaming awakens the other two. Beforehand, York peeks, hiding behind the tree. Afterward, he sprints around his tent and comes out to join the others, so it would appear that he just came out from inside his tent.
"Hey, what's the tur...moils?" He suddenly static after he clapped eyes on the two unconscious, probably dead bodies of Nerie's friends laid in the ground.
"We need to send them to the Emergency!" Nerie is crying, shocked, and helpless.
"I-I-I'll call 911." The blond girl is shaking while crying, with her boyfriend holding her, disconcerted all the same. "Sh*t no signal, w-what shall we do now?!"
"York! Let's put them in the car!" Nerie's voice is tensed and demanding, but York stayed stilled, unfocused, and startled. He forgot the cause of clatters for a while; all he can think of is where Thea is? After he noticed her absence within the group. "York!" Nerie's yell is unheard after York scurried away to check Thea's tent.
Nobody's inside; left alone are her bags and stuff. "Where is she?" He mumbles, worried sick, anxious. Not again, he's thinking, but he can't use his magic locating Thea this time, with all the spectator. All he can hatch on is roam his view with only just around the surrounding, perceivable in his own humanly naked eye. But, negative, she's nowhere to be seen. Back to his consciousness, he laid eyes on other anxious human beings, Nerie, and her friends. So then, he decided to help them first before he deals with his own dilemma.
While the two girls constantly checking the pitiful slow and fainting heartbeat and pulse rate of both patients. The boys cut some bamboos and sew the tent to create a temporary stretcher in a quick-fire. They used it to travel the bodies en route to their car, and they succeeded. Without any delay and with York on the wheel, they dash off towards the nearest Emergency Hospital.
Just as the moment that the patients are settled and checked by the medics. York, unease, with his concern on Thea's whereabouts, took out his cellphone and dialed her number. It rang and no answer, he re-dialed and rang again. Still, no answer, he tried to dial again for the last time, and a shaky dreaded voice of Thea answered.
