A someone Last Rain

Mattias looked in the mirror at himself. Tomorrow. Mattias will devote himself entirely to his country, the palace, and his father exactly tomorrow. He will travel to Doli by horse carriage at daybreak, which may not be able to dispel his concerns. His small heart wondered, Had he c truly done it? Mattias will undoubtedly show colonialism, injustice, and cruelty to prove his status as the king's son.

A knock jolted Mattias out of his reverie; he walked open the door and turned to face his guard, who was already standing in front of him, carrying a black box with red roots carved on its surface. Dzkarda's dragon insignia is carved into a rose carving in the center.

"Fedyor, what is this?" As he accepted the city from the rattan, Mattias inquired.

"Prince, I didn't open it. His Majesty the King had requested it from a royal tailor." Fedyor stated. "I'm guessing it's something to do with the blouse or uniform you wore while on duty."

Mattias let out a big breath. "Okay, I understand. You're free to leave."

Fedor nodded and then looked down, his hand on his chest. "I of resigning, permission—"

Mattias said, "Wait."

"Your Majesty, is there anything further you'd like to say?"

Mattias hesitated to inquire, but he became concerned when the guard did not respond. "Will you accompany me, old gentleman? Follow me there; after all, this is the first time I've been assigned a state assignment."

Fedyor grinned briefly before shaking his head. "His Majesty the King has refused to let me come."

Mattias silent. There was an annoying face engraved there. "Why? You're my bodyguard, and you must always be with me. What's the matter with my father?"

"Perhaps he wishes for His Majesty to leave his comfort zone." Fedyor illuminates the situation. "He wants you to be self-sufficient and courageous. Believe me, I say that His Majesty is training you to be a powerful fighter who will alter our country."

Mattias was disappointed. Fedyor was the only person Mattias had hoped to accompany him. Fedyor would undoubtedly teach him how to lead effectively and inform him about Doli and its people. After all, Mattias had never colonized before. Colonize, yes. Mattias was hesitant to use the term 'more subtle'.

"Okay. For the umpteenth time, Fedyor, thank you."

Fedyor grinned and respectfully bowed. "Your Majesty, thank you once more. I may not be able to accompany the Prince, but believe me when I say that if you remember all I've told you so far, you'll be OK."

Mattias strolled over to his bed and slid the chest onto the silk bedclothes. He shook his head when he noticed an official royal outfit inside the box. Black, crimson, and brown robes come in a variety of colors. Queen Arinda picked a tailor to make a hefty bulletproof robe out of quality material for Mattias. Three black wool hats with a silver dragon insignia in the center were also available.

If I'm being honest, this palace's official outfit is certainly lovely. Anyone wearing it will feel incredibly manly and perfect. The fabric is constructed of a silk blend with some bullet armor woven inside. The gold and white embroidered designs that run the length of the material are stunning. Mattias would also be wearing his father's gift energy-boosting gloves afterward.

"Ah, certainly! I nearly forgot!" Mattias smacked his brow and dashed over to the nightstand, where he took out a drawer and took a blue and red object.

"Tekyo says I'm responsible for him. I can't betray his faith. These two books will accompany me on my Doli journey."

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"We have no idea."

Dysabella continued replaying Amely and Jonathan's remarks in her head. She could only lie in bed and ponder his parents' reaction when Dysabella questioned the woman in the blue dress, and now that it was almost dawn. Even though she didn't realize it, the girl had already revealed all of the secrets about shadows and dreams that she had kept concealed for so many years. everything.

Dysabella, on the other hand, was unconvinced by their response.

"I'm not sure about that...."

The girl appeared to require some sort of sedative. Dysabella took a thousand steps to get a coat and a dark scarf from her closet. She draped the dark cloth over his neck and went slowly and carefully after putting on the cloak. When she heard Jonathan's snoring was so loud, her heart screamed with relief. That means she is free to go out.

Dysabella walked away from her residence without thinking after arriving outside. She walked down streets where no soldiers were stationed. It is undeniable that when she saw some Merapi, he felt almost dead. Dysabella, on the other hand, was able to cope with the issue calmly, ensuring her safety.

Until we arrived at the dry sea, where she and his parents had spent the entire day hiding. She down the steps and landed on the ground, which had formerly been a source of life-giving water. Dysabella stood there speechless, unsure of what to do. He only glanced at the sea, which had dried up and become barren land.

Dysabella's heart hurt so terribly for some reason. Thousands of needles pierced her heart whenever she saw the sea, rivers, and lakes, that had dried up due to the lack of rain. The girl began to suspect that there was something wrong with her. Her existence was tormented by a darkness, and the shadows associated with the sea and the big fish.

"HEY!"

Dysabella had been caught off guard. When she heard a baritone voice, he turned around. When she saw three armored warriors staring at him with zeal, her heart was about to burst. Merapi.

Dysabella bolted from the three Dzkarda troops without pausing to consider her options. She bolted, her gaze fixed on the nearby dry trees, preparing to flee into the woods.

"Either you stop or I'll shoot!" Merapi let out a scream. In the low moonlight, his voice blasted through the silence. They simply stopped Dysabella, who was fleeing.

"STOP I SAY!"

Dysabella was aware of the voice, but she was unconcerned. Whether she ran or not, she knew she would still be slain. Because a year ago, a law was implemented prohibiting all citizens from going out after sundown.

The three of them exchanged glances while Dysabella continued to run. Stupid girl. They stepped out, exasperated, to pursue the girl whose face and the head were obscured by a scarf. Surely, an untrained baker girl could not surpass a soldier who had been specifically trained for this task.

Merapi's ring and pinky fingers were tightened and closed to resemble a rifle, then lifted towards Dysabella. He tried to aim with one eye closed at the still-running bad girl. A flash of orange light flashed from the tips of his index and middle fingers not long after...

The flight landed just in front of Dysabella, resulting in a massive explosion and a raging fire. Dysabella was thrown backward by the explosion and landed hard. She got up and rolled over in pain, completely unconscious that three Merapis were nearby. Because her body was helpless, the girl could only surrender.

"Hahahahaha!" When they arrived in front of Dysabella, they all laughed at the same time. Dysabella's beads rose violently and powerfully as the three soldiers surrounded her.

"What made you flee, hm?" With a smirk and an angry moan, one of the dark-skinned Merapi inquired.

Dysabella cried out in terror behind her shawl. Her body was weak and impotent on the one hand, but it refused to stay still and continued to shake. While the other two Merapi's held him closely, she didn't dare to glance at the dark-skinned man who stood just in front of him.

"What are we going to do with him?"

"Of course, kill," two of his friends said. "She disobeyed the rules. Burn her now."

Dysabella bowed out. She didn't want to defy authority. free. He will perish.

"Look!" He pointed at Dysabella's face, the dark skin man seemed surprised. "His blue eyes sparkled!"

Two of his friends suddenly tried to see her. Yes, Dysabella's blue eyes shone with a fierce radiance. Dysabella's blue eyes lit up as the girl asked herself, looking perplexed. She didn't notice any changes in his vision. Nothing has changed in her perspective.

"No...." With an astonished glance at Dysabella, the dark-skinned man shook his head and stepped back. "Rain clan!"

Dysabella felt the ground tremble after as the dark-skinned said. Then, out of nowhere, a torrent of water erupted from beneath the ground, pounding up and hurling the three burly men away. Dysabella down, wide-eyed on the ground. She noticed a flowing wave of water in front of and behind her. The waves rolled on until all of the trees in the forest were crushed, leaving big fallen branches strewn around.

Dysabella's scarf was removed, displaying a surprised countenance. "What was that?"

"Engh...." Merapi grunted in agony, his whole body clutching his chest. "A someone Last Rain..."