“You are naught, Kovon.”
With that, she turned her back to him and walked away. Intuition told her she had made a mistake. She turned in time to see him running at her, his hands like claws, wanting to tear her apart. But his strength died suddenly and he could not continue. His knees buckled, and he fell to the floor defeated.
Once more, Thya felt the mysterious strength burning through her veins. She seemed to grow in size, becoming tall and menacing. Kovon cowered before her. Her eyes, too, had again changed. They were no longer blue. Instead, they glowed white, and with the same brightness which had borne into Kovon previously. Only, this time, he could not look away.
They stayed locked in contact. His eyes fixed on hers until he could see no more.
“I removed your sight,” her ghostly voice echoed through the silent hall. “You will never again sight evil.”
Kovon cried though no tears came. All around him was darkness and emptiness. He shook with fear and apprehension.
“Mercy,” he cried out. “I beseech you.”
A finger touched his quivering lips. The touch, at first, gentle, caused the sensation of burning. The pain was so intense, so unbearable, that he lost consciousness. He awoke as her voice echoed through the darkness.
“I removed your voice. You will never again voice evil.”
Kovon lay motionless on the ground unable to see, or beg for mercy. He hoped for a quick end to his torment. It was then he heard a distance rumble. The noise grew in volume. Then, without warning, a loud clap of thunder shook the land of Senx and beyond, forcing the great window of the chamber to explode.
Silence followed; the most frightening sound Kovon had ever heard. He strained to hear the intake of his own breath, only there was nothing. What he heard, or what he thought he heard, would stay with him for the rest of his life. Thya's strange, voice echoed, “I removed your hearing. You will never again perceive evil.”
Only moments after the end of her wrath, Thya emerged from her trance like state into reality. She looked wildly around at the devastation. The last thing she remembered was Kovon's attempt to attack her.
Kovon. Where was he?
She found him huddled in the corner looking helpless. The sight sickened her. His eyes were wide open in horror. All that could be seen were balls of milky white. His hand reached out to nothing, imploring for help. His mouth opened as if in a scream, only no sound came out. She raised her hands to cover her muffled cry. “Tis my responsibility!”
Only, was it her doing? She had no recollection. Something, or someone, had taken over her mind and body. She felt weak, as though her strength had been zapped from her.
She ran, almost falling, out of the chamber and didn't stop until she was at the gates.
The citizens of Senx ran about in fear. The tremendous thunder had blown out most of their windows and a strange storm had appeared over the warlord's domain. Although they saw Thya, they paid no heed to her. Even the soldiers were too busy running to aid their master to take notice of one lone female Tsinian.
Thya struggled to remain conscious, running almost blind through the city. She didn't register where she was or where she was going, just kept moving down the mountain towards her home. That was until her strength finally failed. Her mouth parched, and her limbs so weak she could go no further. Unable to stay conscious any longer, she collapsed.
***
Though Thya had instructed that no one accompany her, Alkazar had gathered the gifted Tsinians together, ready to go to battle if their assistance was needed.
Tasark made it his duty to ready the females and ensure essential belongings were packed, just in case they had to leave suddenly.
The citizens of Tsinia were seated upon the ground in prayer when they saw the strange storm appear. Sensing it was not natural, Alkazar stood up in alarm. It was then they heard the almighty thunder and felt the earth shake. He believed Thya was in trouble and so called out, “I will not permit our princess to continue alone. Who among you will follow?”
Not one remained seated, all felt it was their duty to aid Thya. Omad was especially glad that someone had the same notion as him and was willing to do something.
Although the Tsinians were a peaceful race, if any Senx were to cross their path, there would be trouble. They would take no more. Even Alkazar was bent on getting his hands around Kovon's neck. It never once entered his head that Thya had defeated the warlord. He was certain, as were they all that Thya had failed and required their help.
I am coming, my love, Alkazar silently called out.
It was on the treacherous mountain path that he spotted her. As though dead, she lay across the trail. With a startled cry, he ran to her. “Thya,” he whispered as he turned her over.
She seemed unhurt. In fact, there was not one scratch or mark on her.
On hearing her name being called, she uttered, though barely a whisper, “Tis done. My kinsmen will exist in peace.”
“Praise to our saviour,” Alkazar shouted. “Princess Thya has attained victory over the Lord of Senx.”
The cheers echoed through both lands. The Tsinians hugged one another and jumped around with joy. Alkazar carried Thya to Valcan, who waited further down the trail. The cheers cut off as they waited to hear the healer's proclamation.
Valcan examined Thya, relieved to find her unhurt. “Your princess is thriving. All that is required is rest to recuperate.”
The Tsinians rejoiced loudly and continued on, determined to rid any evil that still lived. Alkazar carried Thya down the mountain while Omad and Valcan silently followed.
There was little resistance from the Senxs. After learning of their warlord's downfall, many of the warriors laid down their arms. The citizens rejoiced. At last, they were free and able to live as they wanted.
Kovon could not be found. Whether he was aided or walked blindly out of his land, no one knew, nor cared. The Tsinians left Senx without bloodshed.
Thya was taken to the Recas where she slept without stirring under the watchful eye of Valcan. Four tril moons passed. When she awoke, she found she had no energy. She couldn't even lift her head. It took a further seven tril moons before Thya could walk unaided.
Alkazar was by her side throughout her recuperation. He was curious about Thya's past life and of the strange world she had been brought up in. He asked her many questions, yet not once did he ask what had occurred in the land of Senx. Not once did Thya think about it.
A month passed swiftly. Thya felt happy, and at last contented. She enjoyed her new life without the threat hanging over her. She explored her beautiful land and breathed in the real atmosphere of Tsinia, one without the stench of fear.
Her citizens were once again humble and merry. For their hearts were lightened, able at last to live in peace without fear. Thya could not help but be swept away by it all, engulfed by the wonderful calm and peaceful existence.
The celebrations continued. Thya was later to learn that festivals and parties were a part of everyday life in Tsinia. So carefree and merry were her kinsmen that she fell in love with them all.
It was at one of the many festivals that the council again offered Thya the crown, believing that this time she would not refuse.
The realisation hit. If she accepted the title of Queen of Tsinia, she would have to live there permanently and forget her past life. It was a frightening thought.
Omad instilled the help of a fellow Tsinian so all could hear the presentation. His voice rang out loud and clear. “Thya, Guardian of the Changlins, your nation implores you to once again consider and receive what is rightfully yours. We require a ruler as majestic as yourself to govern our lands. I would gladly renounce my title as head of the council if you were to accept the crown and become the queen you were born to be.”
Thya too called for volume of voice as she wanted her subject to hear her reply.
“Nay, Omad, I am not prepared to accept the responsibility. I am saddened to announce to you all that tis possibl
e I will never be. I request that you, Omad, remain as head of the council and govern my land and those that reside in it as you deem fit. I will always remain as Thya, Princess of Tsinia, and you will forever be in my heart. Nevertheless, I am compelled to remark my farewells. Tis the period of return.”
The gathering argued and groaned in response.
“My loyal subjects, you retain assurance that if I am ever required in Tsinia, on request, I will return. I cherish the period spent among you. Despite that, Tsinia does not satisfy my requirements. I am content on Earth. At present, I experience deprivation. I trust you will pardon me and come to understand why your princess departed. Do not grieve. Let us celebrate our freedom and permit me the blissful memory of this occasion.”
The cheers rang out and Thya's name was repeatedly chanted. Alkazar, who was standing close by, bowed his head. He knew the time would come when she would want to leave. Still, he wasn't prepared for the ache that was upon him. He hoped she would fall in love with Tsinia as well as himself. If only there was more duration. He could not bear to think of a single moment without his beautiful Thya, yet retained too much dignity to beg her to stay. If she accepted, he would believe it was because of his request alone, and that it would lead to unhappiness. He couldn't permit this sacrifice. If it was her desire to depart, then so be it. He accepted her decision, yet at present, he felt empty, as though she had already withdrawn from my side.
Thya turned to Alkazar. He forced a smile, only she sensed his unhappiness. “Why so glum?” she asked. “You understood that I would eventually depart? I did not present you with promises, Alkazar. You were aware from of my intentions, were you not?”
“I understood,” he replied, “even so, I expected you to reconsider.”
He looked pleadingly into her face longing for his words to make a difference.
“Come, consent to a stroll,” Thya suggested. “I fear tis too loud to converse, and I desire for you to perceive me well.”
Alkazar held out his arm to her, which she took. They made their way through the crowd. The celebrations halted while they passed through. Once out of sight, the merriment and dancing continued.
For a while, they walked silently through the wood. Then, not being able to control himself any longer, Alkazar grabbed Thya's waist and pressed her against the trunk of the nearest tree. He made sure no one was around when he planted a forceful kiss on her lips. Once he released her, Thya laughed. They embraced again, this time with less urgency. He tilted her chin and stared longingly into her eyes.
“I love you, Thya, Becky, whoever you are. I cannot vision an instant without you.” He hugged her tightly, afraid to let go.
Thya felt content to stay in his arms forever, only she had something important to ask him and so gently pushed him away.
“Alkazar, I love you with all my heart and soul. Our future has been blessed by the Changlins—you are my soul mate. We are destined to join together, yet you understand how I feel about remaining and I believe you accept my reasons.” Alkazar nodded. Thya continued. “There is save one alternative if you would consider it? I would delight in your acceptance of returning to Earth with me.”
Thya studied Alkazar's shocked expression.
“I realise tis momentary notice though I intend to depart in seven tril moons. I sympathise that you may not want to abandon your home and kinsmen. Tis, just I… well, you harbour such interest in my home. I am convinced you would be up for the notion.”
“Oh, my sweet Thya,” he whispered. Then taking hold of her face, he kissed her gently. “You could not comprehend how blissful I am. Deep down I yearned that you would require me to return with you, despite that, I would not have mentioned it for fear of rejection.”
Thya giggled through her tears. “You will depart with me then?”
“With certainty—if the Changlins permit this,” he answered. “Do not disregard that both our existences are not our own. We are present for a purpose.”
Thya took his hands and squeezed it. “They sense our intent and permit this, on the oath that we will return if ever called upon. Oh, Alkazar, there is much I long to reveal, much for you to sight and learn. You will relish it there.”
She twirled around wildly. “I feel so happy I believe I could burst,” she called out. “I desire for everyone to be aware of my joy. My love will return with me,” she shouted, and then suddenly remembered herself. “We are compelled to bestow praise to the Changlins for tis fitting.”
They ran together through the forest, unnoticed by all bar one. Alkazar did not realise that out of silly desire, he had embraced Thya against the tree-dwelling of Siren.
Siren had not joined in with the celebrations, preferring to share her own company. This was out of shame of her broken betrothal to Alkazar, and of her jealousy of Thya. Unfortunately, she had been in residence and had seen and heard all. She would not permit it to transpire. Thya acquired everything she desired. She was permitted happiness while Siren remained stranded with naught? Nay, Thya would not be victorious on this occasion.
“There will not be a future for you and Alkazar. Tis my curse upon you. You will both experience shame and pain from the loss of a loved one. This I swear upon the name of Humal,” she muttered, then left her dwelling in search of Valcan.
Thya and Alkazar waited until the next council meeting before speaking of their plans. When Alkazar announced his departure, it was taken calmly, as though it had already been considered. To Thya's relief, the council seemed delighted by the news. Omad spoke of his gladness that she was not returning alone, thankful that someone would be there to protect her. Their only concern was that Tsinia would be left without a tutor of the arts. Neither Alkazar nor Thya had considered that fact. Yet, as always, Alkazar had an answer.
“There are many among us who possess gifts, and I remain without a doubt that the eldest of the generations are educated and talented enough to tutor the Tsinians coming of age. I am convinced there will not be cause for the employment of our powers. Nevertheless, should there be an occasion when there is a requirement for their tutor, dispatch word, and I will return without delay. Tis the will of the Changlins.”
The council mumbled between themselves. Thya then spoke, “Who can perceive, perhaps the future will convey with it an addition to the generation of Kapil.”
Thya smiled and took hold of Alkazar's hand.
“Very well,” Omad declared. “By the grace of the Changlins, you receive consent to proceed to Earth. I pray your existences be rich and bountiful.”
Thya curtsied, and Alkazar bowed. They were about to leave the Escos when Valcan entered, as did Siren, though she hid in the shadows.
“Tis a closed session, Valcan, as well you are acquainted with,” Omad called. “You are not summoned for.”
Valcan stepped forward and bowed. “I beg the councils' pardon and yours, my lady. I lay hold to an announcement that will not tarry. Tis imperative I discourse upon you as it concerns yourself and Alkazar.”
Alkazar escorted Thya to the throne and stood beside her. It was a sight that Valcan did not want to see.
“You are granted consent to converse. State your business, Valcan,” Thya called.
Siren, who stood slightly behind Valcan, regarded Thya with contempt. She loathed Thya sitting smugly upon the throne with her lover beside her. Inwardly, she was content that her bliss was about to crumble.
Alkazar wondered why Siren was present. He sensed the gathering would not bring joy and stared intently at her, hoping to read her thoughts.
“Siren is with child,” announced Valcan. “And Alkazar is the birth father,”
Thya stood abruptly. “She lies!”
“How I desire for it to be a false statement,” Valcan answered. “Nay, my lady, Siren is deep with child.”
Thya slumped onto her seat; the council were just as stunned. Alkazar fought to control his legs from buckling.
Oh, how Siren wanted to smile. However, she was supposed to be the innoce
nt party and would continue to play her part.
Omad finally found his voice. “Tis indeed a grave set of unfortunate circumstances and I am regretful for both. Even so, Alkazar, you are aware of your obligation.”
Thya and Alkazar contemplated one another for some time.
Alkazar was full of pity and shame. Thya was shocked and tried to understand the turn of events. Finally, Alkazar broke his gaze and stepped down. He walked to Siren and held his arm out to her, which she took, seemingly timidly. Thya watched, yet did not believe what she was seeing. Alkazar turned around to face her, his expression full of sorrow and loss. “Tis my duty, my lady,” he mumbled. He took Siren's arm and escorted her from the Escos. Valcan followed quietly behind.
The council was silent. Thya sat stunned, unable to comprehend what had occurred.
“A union will be arranged without delay,” Omad spoke gingerly. “My lady, you are obligated to attend the ceremony. The wedlock is to be blessed by the Changlins, which results in your consent.”
Omad wasn't going to wait for an answer. He deemed it wise to leave and so motioned the council to depart. Omad lingered a moment, unsure whether or not to approach Thya. “I sympathise with your plight. My contemplation and love proceed with you.”
He left her sitting alone and there she remained, distraught and ill with woe. It wasn't until Valcan entered the Escos that she stopped crying and wiped her tears.
“My lady,” he gently called. “Omad had concerns for your wellbeing and bade me attend you.”
He approached the throne where Thya still sat and took her hand. Thya looked up at him, her eyes red and sore from weeping.
“Relay to him that I appreciate his concern,” she answered hoarsely. “I am well and desire to be permitted solitude.”
“Nay, Thya, you are far from satisfactory. You are ill with grief,” he argued. “A fever is upon you. Unless you come freely, I will be forced to summon an attendant. I realise you do not desire to be a burden to anyone. What do you select?”
“I will depart with you, for it seems the only means to receive peace. Foremost, I desire to visit upon the Changlins.”
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