Tales of Law

Observing the dark sky: it seemed plain, and clearly devoid of the celestial objects—just hung up there, poorly looking, and made less alive by the fast moving clouds and very few flyers of the night.

About the earth: some black fog stole the western end of the Fest country (because the end comprised majorly of woods, no animals, and less humans captured by the extreme wind). However, at the northwest, the wind blew calmly and the dark was dwindled away by the burning sticks (torches) from a small village (camp) of Windfall—named after her endless windflaw. "The wind is not normal! It is spreading and killing!" a woman had complained before the wind engulfed and annihilated her town, The City of Windfall.

Then, the camp: the outside had sieges, fortified in its four angles; and across the sieges, had patched up tents made from pelt, and quite separated from one another, which rounded a big tent. Inside the illuminated big tent by torches and lamps, of which radiated upon many silenced faces; while at the opened end of the tent, had a tall, squared, bamboo cane-made cage that had two inmates that were not abiding by the peaceful meditation of the villagers. The light that reflected at them was faint, and the wind did not spare them of cold, even.

"You are not helping. So improper," Enn muttered, and anxious as she watched Alen jolt the bamboo lowly.

"Quite proper thing because I'm helping myself, and not you," Alen jibed, persistently shaking the bamboo, "you could come help yourself."

Sadly, Enn stepped aside, ignoring her. She literally was seeing a figure of a mad princess, battling to break her little crown—in that, Alen was crazy and slovenly looking, fighting the bamboo cage.

"Don't stand there and watch! Help me out!" Alen's words strove to be calm, but came aloud which three villagers of varied age about that end, were disturbed. Awkwardly, Alen hastened to relax, and faked all-is-well smile at them, "Hi," she waved at them as they resumed their meditation.

"I warned you. What are you, anyway? Royalty you are. You walk on your own guide, whether the road is smooth or not. You don't care!" Enn grumbled.

"You are my best friend. You should praise Edin for such a deserving privilege, Lady Adviser," Alen drawled, releasing her hands from the canes as she quickly caught Deen through the canes, raising up his right hand and down to an old woman's face, as everyone, including Enn, was thrown in a quick and brief confused disorder. "I swear to Edin, I shall have that man dead."

"Take this witch away! Darn seer!" Deen seethed, shooting off a spit upon the old woman, and pointing to the cage Alen and Enn were.

The old woman begged for a chance while being hauled by a man through the crowd and into the cage like a piece of condemned meat. "Are you okay?" Enn pitied, trying to pull her up.

"You wouldn't want to be among her night birds," Alen mocked whilst scowling Deen whom seated, addressing his attentive and silent flocks.

"Thank you, young man," the old woman appreciated Enn as she turned to Alen; "you shine to blind and destroy, young lady. What is your name? Oh! You must be Princess Alen?"

"Sorry? Well, whatever!" Alen scoffed, "by the way, she's a lady not a man. Fair enough, to correct."

"It doesn't worth taking her words to heart," Enn advised the old woman whom really felt nothing about Alen's words, "princes' hate being held as hostages. So, tell me, who are these people?"

"Outlaws from every part of the nations; and survivors of Windfall. The survivors camped here at first before they began to preach against the law. You know, after the great wind swallowed Windfall. Sons, daughters, and animals, perished. The past king, her grandfather," she referenced Alen, "did nothing since the city breathe no survivors," the old lady narrated, coming closer to read Enn's palm lines, "these people have common goals to amend the law. I must say, Deen is a good man with a slow mind. You know what comes with a slow mind—hot temper. So, he'll need—"

"Stop," Enn cuts in when she saw Deen, approaching the cage along with his people, "he's coming right here."

"Oh, who?" the old woman turned behind.

"The good man that didn't pity your face," Alen retorted.

"Enough of the last words!" a teen girl huffed from outside, unlocking the cage, "move forward and don't step out."

The three moved forward, bending their faces, as Deen examined them, "you old witch again," he grimaced, massaging his forehead.

"You need me," Alen raised her face, breaking the silence between them, "to amend the law."

Enn, being took by surprise, faced up to Alen.

"The princess is in for blood betrayal. How fascinating," Deen wondered.

"What are you trying to do?" Enn whispered to Alen, curious.

"The law cost me my birthright, The Seat, which my younger brother, Prince Drek, stole from me. The LAW was in his favor as the male he is. Therefore, I fight for equal right. Accept me, and have your years plan achieved."

"A dagger," Deen requested, as one of the men handed it over to him, "slit her throat for my trust, Princess." He stretched the knife to Alen whom felt a sudden seizure of ache as her heart began to pound heavily, while Enn panicked within.

"It won't be necessary. You need her, too. More of her!" the old woman mused, "I read her palm lines."