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When Seth was presented to the King, was made a human plunder. The bright eyes glittered but with the flash off of the sadness. The tan color of their skin, the result of long hours under the merciless sun Endless Desert was covered with a layer of fine dust, like his hair haphazardly collected. Just was armed with a curved sword and a gun that had long been noticed without being fired.
But the King did not care about the young guns had shot ahead, but the silver sword that gave him the jewels which shone Royal house Doreeham.
The Queen wept silently at his side. Sooner or later the news would be presented only to confirm what we already knew. The White Peach had dropped his only fruit and that was a sign that the curse was fulfilled.
Deljaam King could hardly speak. He had accumulated so much hatred for the person guilty of the act, which was just waiting to put their hands on, but at the sight of the newcomer sucedíaa realized that as he himself, the young Seth was a man with the heart n broken.
whole court behead expected order, but the old king did not entertain that desire, I just wanted to hear about the newcomer's own words.
- Come ... - he managed to say.
The boy walked slowly. He walked with heavy feet and with some difficulty, dragging his sky-blue robe on the shiny white marble floor leaving behind a trail of sand that fell from the folds of her dress.
- I hear the whole story ... and eventually decide whether you live or not ... - Seth
look up:
- My Lord ... I have come to fulfill the request which I was entrusted ... nothing else. You are free to dispose of me as you see fit. I've run out of reasons to move on ... -
A murmur ran among those present, while the Queen was sobbing with his nose in a white cloth trimmed with gold.
King stood up and took the silver sword from the hands of Seth and watched him carefully.
- You know what this is? -
- Yes Sir, is the symbol of Doreeham ... -
- And you know who wore what?
Seth's voice was cut but reached to answer:
- Yeah ... Lord ... .- eyes welled with tears and looked down at the floor.
- You love her? - King was a question that surprised not only to Seth, but tambiéna the others present.
Seth appeared in the mind the tall Amazon who accompanied him in the past times in his adventures in the desert. His heart beat violently.
- Yes Lord .... -
- Do you know what would happen? -
Seth nodded.
- AND WHY YOU DID! - Cried the King, making his voice reverberating throughout the room of marble.
- She asked me ... ... - was the brief reply.
King was depressed, had his heart broken father. Its light, his soul had gone out.
- Di once everything! - King said calmer.
For Seth, relive all was a torture, but as I told the King moments before, had no reason to continue, so do not much care that ended the hearing, if Doreeham banished or beheaded in the plaza the city.
Coral was gone.
before
The Escape
Account
Coral:
"He had turned 18 that day As in previous years but only with me Libu, my faithful pet. From the balcony of my room, I could see the monkey jump from one branch to another by sticking out from the peach garden. That tree was with me from the time of my birth and the highest branch hung a single fruit.
had also witnessed the curse on me, a curse against me by the envious Noreem, a local witch who was rejected by my father long ago time.
That story was told me when I was eight, and at first did not realize it, but as he got older I realized that what was called "love" was not an easy thing , especially for me. Since my teens I lived guarded, I learned everything a princess should learn everything I knew in theory that a woman should know, I was ready to grow and live my life, but today, after these 18 YEAR ; years of existence enclosed, was revealed to me the curse of Noreem: was destined not to be never kissed any man, otherwise inevitably die.
When my mother, amid sobs, she told me it was that I understood why those young gallant who ever was interested, at least platonically, mysteriously disappeared from my life. The young Jabeen, who drew attention with olive skin and long eyelashes, or Haleej fun, laughter and your bright white teeth. All were gone.
I was told they were travel, but at this revelation I can imagine that the poor boys had a different destination.
Libu still playing, chasing a blue butterfly, when it came off the road in the perched and flew at me. Fluttered as if to tell me to follow her, and that's what I did.
The fru fru my orange robe accompanied my soft footsteps echoing on the heels of my shoes of crimson silk. The veil that covered my face constantly interfered with me a huge amount because of the rush of wind that hit the balcony.
I seguíaa the butterfly, to the edge of the north wall of the palace which faced the Yellow City. The flutter was lost in the distance between the ceiling and walls of the populous neighborhood below, like a bright blue dot that stood out among these bright colors. Just saw it, I could barely distinguish it until it came to rest on a person who was at the foot of the high walls. The blue color of its wings, he disappeared into the blue robe of the individual. They became one.
Wind and veil me dim, so I take him out of a stretch, but the mysterious blue had disappeared.
Who was this man who was not afraid to look at the Palace as it was forbidden?
That night when the moon was high and towards the bright yellow color is a pale peach return as the brilliant fruit of my tree, I decided to leave the city.
If my life was cursed, and I was not allowed to fall in love, well, would disappear Coral and live someone else instead.
In my mind the tall figure in blue with me forever.
Encounter
Account
Seth:
When I arrived at the Inn at the Oasis, I knew there would be trouble. Dorsherianos a couple were arguing with another pair of men of the desert, tempers were running high and any simple reason could be transformed into brawl. And what a brawl, given the size of the opponents.
In the cramped room, came just ten or twelve people who were there. Outside the sand storm was so strong that seeped into all openings in walls and ceilings. Indeed, so much fine soil covering the furniture was as if we were outside.
While cast eye to potential fighters my attention focused on a young boy, a boy, who sat in the farthest corner of the room. He drank from his cup and sat quietly erect. He wore a small black hat lying on the eyes, braided hair and robe, dirty sand, I had white spots on black fabric. He was not moving, said nothing, but would not let his arm that had stuck to his leg that left out below the table.
I went with my jar of wine and sat on a bench near him. He winced.
- Quiet boy .... I just want to go with ... if I may. It should be allies considering that these - I said to those who argued - are about to fall with a stick ... -
The boy said nothing:
- Are you dumb? - I asked what he nodded with a slight nod.
devil! if he plans to talk with someone, choose your partner unless indicated. Was going back on my feet when it happened just as I imagined. Brawl broke out.
The highest dorsheriano unsheathed his sword and lunged at the desert man nearest him and slashed side slit his arm. That fight was no child's play!
My young friend of a leap he stood and threw himself against the wall with the right hand placed on the handle, its ornate silver sword (mmm was worth thousands of coins! Looked good Botí n - was what he thought my heart a thief) but remained quiet.
Obviously the guy knew the basic laws of a fair fight, "not attack without being attacked, but if attacked the gun was list in hand. " I looked that question up before they could react in some way I fell on one of the men of the desert that had been launched by his rival after a melee.
poor
Other diners, who just entered the room were desperate, the brave out the storm in the hope of being carried away by the raging wind, but by shouting and banging against the roof I heard ; masters could guess what had already been lifted by the whirlwind that was raging outside.
- Uh ... boy! Give me your gun! - Desert Scream man approaching the young, but fast as a mouse jumped off the table to the other side of the room fell near the center of the fracas.
In my opinion it was not a good idea. There
another echo dorsheriano also look at the sword and threw himself on the boy, but with incredible agility ran over the man's head and threw him to kick back, leaving later fall like a cat.
If not for the dizziness he felt, given the amount of mead he had taken, would be prepared to ... ....
(Actually I do not remember anything else because I felt as if I depart from the blow head handed to me ....)
(... heck!)
(... ....
............)
The brawl was over like a storm. In both cases, leaving wreckage everywhere. The balance of the battle the inn was a dorsheriano two men dead and mutilated desert. Their team had dealt with them and withdrew after threats confusing each other, but those who led the losers were the owners of the place uttered plaintive cries to see the sorry state of his poor establishment.
Seth sat on the floor, still reeling from the blow he received from one of the fighters. He passed his hand over the head with caution due to the huge lump that had formed in the rear. The young stranger was standing by his side watching him with curiosity.
- dorsherianos Damn .... Miserable good for nothing! - Shouted the innkeeper's wife - Men smelly desert! - As he tried to rescue some of the unused remains serviceable furniture.
The boy looked at it and sighed hat in a gesture of concern, so the lady came to help.
- Oh ... boy ... these are the people that we only bring trouble! Why not stay in the desert and the winds take them away Endless! No no ... dear, let it ... you're still our guest .... But what the hell! - Exclaimed astonished when the young lady out of his pocket a small bag of coins clinking.
Women for a moment do not know what to say. He looked dumbfounded but the boy put his gloved hand to mouth in a gesture of silence. And as quietly withdrew but not before a look at Seth who was watching him carefully.
For Seth, something he said the boy was not what it seemed.
during
The Coral
stopped in the middle of nowhere. All around it was burning like hell itself and yet stopped walking. Seth, steps she stopped
.
- Hey Coral! What happens? We can not stop ... we reach the oasis before ... - but could not continue. He saw
Coral was dropped slowly on the sand contrasting her dark dress with white stage. No sound, simply vanished like a peach leaf falling in autumn.
Seth ran to her and tried revive.
- Coral! Coral ... that ... what happens? They hurt! Damn! -
She was terribly pale and was sweating profusely and not only by the action of the hot sun.
- 'm ... tired ... - reached Coral say, while Seth leaned against his chest.
When the young man came to himself, she complained slightly. Seth had put the arm on the lower back and his skin was covered with dark blood emanating from a deep wound.
Seth had seen too many injured as to not recognize the color of a wound tragic death. He tried to remember at what point in the fight Coral may have been the victim of a wound like that, but had been so worried about dodging the saber of his own opponent who had not paid due attention to his companion.
- How could this happen ...? - Managed to say, his voice quivering.
With desperate eyes looked around hoping to spot in the distance the silhouette of the oasis, but the relentless horizon extended far beyond the view showing only the ripples of that vast sea of sand.
- I'm ... tired - Coral said again, this time supporting the face against the chest of Seth looking cradled like a little girl - I want to stay here ... rest - the girl released a muffled sob. Silent tears ran down her face.
- Coral Do not despair ... I ... I will carry you and take you to the oasis. I see it from here. - Lied - and you'll arrive at dusk with a bit of rest and replenish fresh water until you ... - Seth's nerves would not stop talking. Mingled in his speech lies and desires.
She gently shook his head and leaned on the arm looked at Seth.
- ... Not much time -
- course! I said ... I will carry you and ... - made a gesture with her arms up but his complaint was stopped. Coral
looked him straight in the eye and like a whisper in the wind that swirled around said
- I & hellip ; a kiss. -
Seth is his heart stopped.
- What? ... No ... no ... you can ask me that - threatening tears in the eyes of the young - ... if I do .... Die ... -
She just smiled, reached r.
- going to die anyway ... .-
- ; But ... we can still save you ... what you say! You can not ask me that ... you can not! - He was stroking his face with his dirty hand, he fixed her hair, did everything by touching the face he loved so much - can not ask me why ... but it is what I want most in the world -
Coral
complained again, and her breathing became more ragged.
- is also what I want most in the world .... So we deserve it ... do not you think? -
And Seth could not believe it.
had wanted to kiss her with all his heart since he had first seen on the balcony of his palace. He had wanted to hug her from that found in the cave of bandits bandit with his costume. He had loved to see the skill of his arm and agility of their movements in the battle. And now that he held so close, she was about to go so far to long. How stand? Would it be able to kiss her knowing that this would be the last time I breathe? Knowing that fatal prophecy be fulfilled that which weighed about Coral? Would really responsible for his death?
But he did. That last breath Reef, Seth was transferred through a feverish mouth he wanted to kiss him as much as he wanted to kiss her. It was a subtle, soft touch , tormenting and tormented, but it was the kiss that Coral had been waiting all his life.
When Seth lifted his head to look at last Once, in the eyes no longer shone Coral life, just smiled the dark image of death. She was gone.
To Seth also was like dying. He hugged her, kissed her again and again hoping to see her wake up but all in vain. The lifeless body was only an empty shell. About
the desert accompanied by the wail of Seth with a song that ran through the dunes and that led to Dorsham the news of the death of Coral.
