In the palace of YHÀKÁDÈI, Thesra was taken away on the day she was born. Her mother was killed by the feared sword, iheassai, a weapon that guarantees certain doom. Nearly twenty years later, a shaman brings her back home, shrouded in mystery. The king, eager to ensure her safety, organizes a contest to select four worthy guardians. Josephus Noah, a young man with a cursed soul, is among them.

As Thesra and her guardians grow closer, they face palace intrigue, hidden agendas, and the looming threat of Zagaroth, her cunning uncle. His love for his son, the living dead confined to a jar, drives his actions. When a coup erupts, they must flee, sacrificing one of their own in the process. Pursued by Zagaroth's relentless vendetta, they seek refuge with a trusted guardian. But even among their allies, treachery lurks. As they navigate the treacherous landscape of palace politics, they discover hidden strengths, forge unbreakable bonds, and unravel the mysteries of their past. Join Thesra and her companions on a magical journey of loyalty, adventure, and self-discovery.

Rise of the Royal Blue Jaoji - Iheasssai Sword

Leomere was the first to leave, "Leo needs some shut eye!" He spoke in third person and yawned. "Good night!" 


Followed by Parele, until Joz and moheazttha remained. As Parele said goodbye, he winked at Joz, as if to say, "you've got this!" 


Joz's heart pounded in his chest as the two of them were left alone. The night air had gone cold, and a slight breeze rustled the leaves of the trees. Joz turned to moheazttha, his heart racing. 


"There's something I want to tell you." 


Her eyes sparkled in the moonlight, as if they were made of stars themselves. Her long curly hair cascaded down her back, seeming to shimmer with an inner light. Joz was mesmerized by her beauty and he found himself unable to look away. After a few moments, moheazttha shifted uncomfortably under his gaze and looked away. Joz snapped out of his trance, realizing he'd been staring. 


A ROYAL HUG