Bloom Before Rotten

Before The Tyranny, Came The Reign Of Sovereignty.

It is a time that truly happened, especially to a kingdom named The Eastfields. Glory by The Aihanser Castle does the influence of the King made life in there prosper. And as the doors of the castle opened, crowds of people began to cheering loudly upon their sight witnessing the appearance of their king, Ruthben II.

Smiled and waved is what the action the king had done, and as the carriage got accompanied by all of the fine knight's just below, it is a celebration that The Eastfields must love as Ruthben had done a millennial advancement to their country.

Today, a republic has agreed to join forces with The Eastfields to combined under a singular entity. Once a part of their land who was separated from them turned into what it was back before then.

Of course, the scholars of The Latvindorh Republic were at their happiest selves as well, and it wasn't that long that they hink that these sort of actions benefits for the well being in the future.

All along in those feelings and emotions, Frenire didn't have that sort of relations. Still cold-blooded in his surface heat, he remained emotionless to the very own meet.

But that feature didn't need to be attentioned for long. So as the focus shifted away to the entrance of The Tower Of Proclamation, it was deemed a certain today that there will be a conclusion for the actions they have made.

There, as minutes it took for the people to await their presence on it, the king finally emerged to the highest point of it, standing greatly whilst opening a scroll to give an announcement to the people of The Eastfields. All people went silent to respect him, and after the atmosphere had been felt perfect and clear, so does The King's voice they began to hear.

"I am thankful to all of you that brought some ears to listen my speech. Hereby should I speak, as the humans we are got send into this world because of our sins, we should've been grateful to god for giving us a chance to not repeat." Projecting with a poetic tone, he tried to convey feelings into the words he made.

"Today, much has changed after the passing of our beloved Reminder, Zilklièr, as his guidance led us to believe which path is the best for you and me and he led us what actions should we took to be closer to God and him. Now, as centuries it took to be in here since the last existence of them should we be kind to say that The Latvindorh Republic are happy to open their arms towards us to be a unified kingdom. This had meant that the land we have been before is back to it's roots again, back when Rothschild used to rule this place. Witnesses, spoke truth to this scene, as The King Of The Eastfields has speak, from now on...The Reunification Of Eastfields And Latvindorh Has Been Conclude..!"

Gratifiyingly did the speech had end, and thus the screams of joy have been widespread around the corner as soon as Ruthben had turn it over, marking a new period of this everlasting country.

But in those commotions, stood figures in black hoods at sight's that are impossible to behold, spectating the cheers of them when many of them still stood silence.

Until a hidden man broke their study with a question.

"The alliance is a confidential, The Eastfields will definitely rose their power and might become an empire. So what action should we do? ", with their miniature spyglass seen, he odds the curiousity on what Their Leader will do...

None of them are quick enough to answer. But one person, with a stitched skin on his fingers had told into him, "Father will probably tell us to be patient about it. And I think all of you need to use your followers body a bit to be alive from non-existent by our senses...But if anything happens, It's all according to our plan."

Stared by all the other anonymous figures, the man in question didn't cared if he had intended to insult them or not. On his focus was only between Ruthben and Frenire, in which he smiled on how will they be in the next outcome, and in those smile he then whispered to himself, turning into a maniacal grin that he was known for.

"Everything, everything goes to my plan..."

***

Spread the fireworks into a distant space, night it took for them to spread off. As people's body dancing along their feet, so does their joy are they glad to meet.

In this day, night will be filled with happy intents, dancing does the people want to do as they extent. Jugs and mugs battered used for drinkings, men and women escapes their thinking's.

Travelers and other upon, threw themselves in balcony as they witness the scene.

Glimmered with particles do they see, now The King himself took his eyes to have a seat. Such a wonderful view to see the colours disperse through the medium they always look. Mirroring the movements of the event, his eyes is fascinated by the show as he glanced. Things like these deserves an appreciation towards the one who had created himself. Which he remembered something at that place.

There, he took both of his hands to do a pray, all he got to do is to repeat all the sins he made. And hoped that The One Above redeemed this mortals pray as he tried to speak.

Tears might be upon onto his eyes, as they shined through his pupils. He said, "May my kingdom prosperity's will be the only one to redempt my sins, The Holy One. I am indeed in a mistake that I was supposed to knew. None had knew how I was scared of you for being in the Pits of The Deaf. Forgive me God."

It would've been a moment of silence would we see, but did then somebody had took a sight to view the king from afar.

The king wouldn't notice of his presence of course, but the man who spied him would be otherwise. All and all, we only see his back covered by an enormous sword as his front were never a view that can be think off. But from the side of his head did he sprung an action to reply The King's words from afar even though The King wouldn't hear him, monologuing, that is the term.

But none can hear him, crowds of people heard multiplied more intense than him. So thus his lips murmured something that none can be understood of if they never heard his speaking.

But then did he suddenly got called by a hooded man, who pick his shoulders to make him conscious, the yellow haired sword wielder reluctantly paced himself to walk alongside the hooded one to leave the place. All you can hear was just footsteps as they were leaving. And none knows their identity let alone purpose on this vast world, undiscovered with hidden threats that history cannot cover.

All people in here do know? Is that they are trying to escape reality for now, in this night. A night full of bottles of joy, no threats and ahoy...