by: Haziel May C. Natorilla
Volume 1: The Crystal Ephesoziel
Celestial Era, Year Unknown.
Chuay Inner Palace, Planet Orcim
QUI ORCIM, ruler of the Draispans
and of a multitude of planets, looked over his vast realm with an arrogance
that comes with great power. The holographic galaxial map on the room’s ceiling
made relaxing in his private lavish bath a soothing experience.
As
he bathed in a mystical, viscous liquid cooled by the dark Planet’s core, he
thought of her, Rhel Rha Faan, an Empress of Ephesoziel. He thought of ways to
possess her, to make her his. Her Ephesozen powers were strong and desirable,
but it was her beauty that Orcim found irresistible. Her soft hair danced in
his mind like the wind, fluttering as though its golden gleam was made for him.
Her face glimmered like the gentle sun in his heart as he recalled how
perfectly those sea blue eyes complemented her graceful demeanor. Her blood red
lips tempted him as he looked at it again and again. Her skin shone a flawless tone
worthy of her glory, and her voice rang an impeccable melody. While she was an
Empress of Ephesoziel, Orcim was told that she had yet to bear a child. Thus, the
more he thought of her, the more he wanted her.
The
day was long gone, but the overwhelming sounds of marching from the Germ Troops
had yet to disappear in his mind… for tomorrow was the day to attack
Ephesoziel.
And that fateful
day did come - the fall of Ephesoziel.
Palace Neleh Secret Passage, Planet
Ephesoziel
Amidst the confusion due to the
fires, the deaths, and the cries of despair from the unexpected defeat that
befell their empire, there was yet someone who evaded being captured. Hidden
from their enemies, the two walked silently through the dimly lit passage.
“Mejhudii, please, you must escape,”
pleaded Myjim, personal guardian and attendant to the twelfth Prince of
Ephesoziel. As scholarly middle-aged man with a delicate composition often did,
Myjim stood firmly as he led the way.
“How dare you! You
say that I must leave while my own people defend our planet? No! I will not be
called a coward!”
“Forgive me, but
we must go before the Empress Rhel…”
“What of my Mother?!
Speak!” the little prince demanded. While the seven-year-old prince was indeed a
prince of Ephesoziel, he was also the least of all the princes. Nothing was
expected of him; nothing was demanded of him. Growing up in the shadow of his
siblings, he longed for the day that he could prove his worth.
“The future is
yours to create. You should be able to create a future for yourself, Mejhudii. So please… please escape,”
begged Myjim for the last time, for his wounds ached as heavily as his heart. There,
he breathed his last.
“Myjim! Myjim!!!
You say that I must escape, but where to?!” the prince shouted, but to no
avail.
The prince shook
as he realized that he was alone. And then, as quickly as the thought came to
mind, he decided to do it.
“Where you’re
going, you won’t need your memories. Lend me your knowledge and let me be on my
way,” declared the prince with a conviction like never before.
In the Name of Rivila, Laino, and Memfri
Sovereign Ruler of all the Realms
I call upon Thee, so hear my plea
Send Your Guardians
Protect this land
of Ephesoziel
And our future
Ekat wis!
With a stroke of
a hand and the concentration of the mind, the little prince broke the first Ephesoziel
taboo. He took his servant’s memories and knowledge upon his own and with it,
the responsibility of an empire.
“I understand.
Then let me be born in a future that knows nothing of Draispans.”
And he broke the
second Ephesoziel taboo.
