Alarick Lwazi quickly tapped his closest subordinate before paying his full attention to Moti. "I usually have sleeping medication because I find difficulty sleeping," He explained, carrying the medication to Moti.
Moti prized the piece, unyielding to just obediently swallow it. Afraid of the results it might yield.
"Afraid I might poison you?" Alarick smirked, taking the sleeping herb without a second thought. From his waist, he took a robe and tied it into his hand, and then the heir of the deceased state uncle. "Little-cousin wait for me," He mumbled before his eyes drifted shut.
"I still haven't given you permission to save my brother yet," Moti followed suit, afraid Alarick would beat him to the heroic act.
He removed his own robetied it to the little cousin and his own hand.
"Eshe," He nodded to her, in hopes she understood she was responsible for his body for the time he was unconscious.
"Crystal guards listen to my command. We must guard his highness body from the enemy kingdom. No sudden movements until he awakes." She yelled, embracing her responsibility with her soul.
*****
Ania had been galloping with her horse across the forest where her supposed husband had promised would cross through his intelligence.
She could already hear swords clattering in sounds equivalent to thunder.
She wasn't the best worrier, but her archery skills were not half bad. She was confident she could pull enough with her might to save her only chance at survival in the foreign kingdom.
As soon as the tree cleared, she sighted her husband suffering under a figure, holding him down with a sword.
He was cornered, holding it with his bare hands, his back on the ground.
Without hesitation, he pointed the arrow at the enemy and realised it with a full might. Her arrow found its place in the figure's neck and thanks to her interference, her husband managed to pin the enemy to the ground, finishing him off with his own sword.
"Your highness," Ania screamed out as soon as she saw another enemy raise a blade to her husband to his back. But it was too late, he was about to take the hit. He had been fighting for a while; he was also exhausted.
Without thinking twice Ania jumped from the horse and shielded the Northern Prince from the strike. She closed her eyes, waiting for the painful impact. Counting seconds, time went by, and reluctantly she opened her eyes.
Their enemies had turned to dust.
"The heir to the great spirit, he has taken his place," She mumbled.
"Ania, you came for me," She heard a deep voice beside her, and before she could answer a thud followed. Just then Ania noticed his cloths slowly getting stained with blood.
"Crown Princess," Only five guards remained, unharmed, they quickly came to Ania's side to pay respects.
"Don't worry, you are safe now, "the strain in her voice waved deep concern.
******"
Nala's legs gave in to the ground when their dead enemy turned to dust in front of them. She was trembling from the fear that she jumped when her husband placed a cloak on her shoulders.
The fear was evident in her eyes; she took deep breaths and took her time to exhale.
Ekon held her hands, kneeling to her level. They shared a contact, deep, with reciprocal understanding. They were shaken.
"By the time I had come of age and received my naming ceremony, the late heavenly general was already weakened due to his sickness. I never truly understood the power the great spirit held until today," He had witnessed its anger and its might.
"Ekon," Nala grunted softly, her voice still wavering from the shock.
"That wasn't the full power of the great spirit," Ekon choked from his spit. His ambitions had clearly blinded him, and he only realised how much of a damage he had done.
He knew Alarick Lwazi could have inherited the power and yet used him in order to get Moti to inherit. He wasn't exactly confident Moti would come successful, after all, he might not kill Alarick.
They were brothers who shared the same mother.