Chapter 9: ANCESTOR'S COTTAGE & PALACE REVIEW
Suddenly something came up, the Emperor shivered as a chill ran down his spine. He could feel the presence of something dark and powerful behind him, its energy seeping into his bones. He tried to ignore it, but the feeling of dread grew stronger with each passing moment. And then, he saw it - the writing on the tree, glowing in the darkness.
He couldn't make out the words, but he knew it was a warning, a sign of things to come. The wind picked up, and the rain fell harder, the sky flashing with lightning. Prince Beckham shivered as a chill ran down his spine. He could feel the presence of something dark and powerful behind him, its energy seeping into his bones. He tried to ignore it, but the feeling of dread grew stronger with each passing moment. And then, he saw it - the writing on the tree, glowing in the darkness.
He couldn't make out the words, but he knew it was a warning, a sign of things to come. The wind picked up, and the rain fell harder, the sky flashing with lightning.
The Emperor has trekked three miles, the Emperor stumbled forward, his limbs heavy and his chest heaving. His clothes were soaked through, and the cold wind cut through him like a knife. He could barely see through the rain, on about to collapse, the cottage loomed in front of him, his adrenaline gland boosted him as he approached into it, a beacon in the storm.
As he approached, he saw a light shining from one of the windows, like a guiding star. The Emperor felt a surge of hope, and he quickened his pace, his heart beating wildly. He reached the door.
He arrived there, the cottage was like something out of a storybook, and its walls made of ancient stone and its windows glowing with a warm, golden light. The door was heavy and ornate, and the Emperor could feel the magic emanating from it. But no one knew in the palace that the Emperor was a Shaman, that the reason Prince Henry, his son possess some little strange power.
He entered, the cottage was filled with odd and eerie artifacts, from giant stone statues to strange drawings carved into the walls. But the most striking feature was the statue of a great buffalo, its horns curved like scythes, its eyes glowing with an eerie light.
The Emperor knelt before the statue, his head bowed. He could feel the power radiating from it, and he knew that it was more than just a piece of art. It was a sacred relic, a portal to another realm.
He recited and praise the status, after all, the voice boomed like thunder, shaking the earth and filling the room with a powerful, unearthly energy. The Emperor had never heard such a sound before, and he trembled with fear and awe. And then, he saw the ancestors, their eyes glowing like stars, their forms shimmering in the air.
And there, in the sky above, a monster appeared, its form obscured by dark clouds. The gods appeared beside the Emperor, their faces grave and their eyes blazing with anger. Which appears the first time, thought ran into his mind "for an ancestor to come out, it means war is about to approach" the gods that has be guarding the whole Seoul Empire appears urgently but no one can hear the voice of the gods
"You Emperor, you worthy to be praise, for the hand work you have done in my country I cherished", the voice was deep and powerful, shaking the air around him. "You know why I have come, oh great ancestor," the Emperor said, his voice trembling with emotion", but the great king isn't your two sons, the great king I can reign eternally are the rebels which is your grandson" said the unknown thunder voice.
"But how can I know who it is?" the Emperor asked, his voice full of desperation. "I need to know who to train, who to prepare for the throne. How can I be sure that I am choosing the right one?"
But the ancestor did not answer, its form fading until it was nothing but a shimmer in the air. The Emperor sank to his knees, his head bowed in defeat. He knew he would not get the answers he sought, but he had to try to prepare his people for what was to come. Hear this, "I can't disclose it to you, I will leave everything for you to figure out before you die, also this throne it a game of a tribal combat, you won't witness the end", he added in a loud bold voice "but remember, I chooses him as the way I chosen you" the thunder lightening as the conversation end.
The Emperor heart rises in tempo, the word has left him bewildered, and thinking is it Samson either Solomon or Devilee, the rain had subsided, now it time for the Emperor to walk back to his carriage, the white sandy hour clock the Emperor asked the eunuch to hold, it running out of white upper glass sand, but it had been attested to him that, if this sandy hour clock ran out before my arrive then you can get go to the palace, it an order.
The minutes ticked by, and the eunuch's worry grew. He paced the around, his mind racing with all the things that could have gone wrong. The guards stood at attention, their faces grim. They knew that if the Emperor did not return soon, they would have to make a decision, and it would not be an easy one.
The eunuch's eyes fell on the hourglass, the white upper sand almost gone. What would happen if the Emperor did not return? Would they have to choose a new leader? And if so, who would it be?
As the Emperor struggled to his feet, his head was spinning, and his vision was blurred. He knew he was in trouble, but he had to keep going. The palace was his only hope. He took a few steps, but his legs were shaking, and he felt himself starting to lose his balance.
Then, he heard a sound, a rustling in the bushes nearby. He turned, his eyes searching the darkness, the three milestone has been completed backward.
As they approached the Emperor, they could see that he was a shadow of his former self. His once-proud bearing was gone, replaced by a hunched, weary figure. His eyes were dim, and his face was pale. They helped him to his feet, and he leaned heavily on them as they made their way back to the carriage.
The journey back to the palace was long and slow, but eventually, they reached the gates.
As the Emperor gazed at the palace, his thoughts turned to the ominous message he had received from the ancestor. The words "tribal combat" echoed in his mind, and he knew what it meant. There would be a struggle for the throne, a war between the families. And he knew that he was not strong enough to stop it.
He thought of his grandsons, each one with their own strengths and weaknesses. But which one was the one the ancestor had chosen? Which one could save the kingdom from the coming storm?
The Emperor took in the sights and sounds of the palace, the birds singing in the trees, the smell of jasmine and rose petals on the air. The palace was built on a sandy heath, surrounded by a dense forest. Beyond the forest were rolling hills, dotted with farms and villages. And beyond that, the sea, stretching out to the horizon.
It was a land of beauty and peace, but the Emperor knew that it was all at risk. He had to find the right heir, the one who could keep the kingdom safe.
The Emperor's mansion was a sight to behold, with its high ceilings and intricate carvings. The central pagoda was a masterpiece of architectural design, its roof a work of art. The concrete floor was smooth and polished, a far cry from the dirt and mud of the village streets. The horses in the stable were sleek and well-fed, a testament to the wealth and power of the royal family. And beyond the palace walls, the gardens were lush and green, a paradise of plants and flowers.
The palace was a haven of beauty and luxury, but the Emperor knew that appearances could be deceiving.
It was indeed a cool ancient architectural structure, he nodded negatively upon what he has seen so efficiently, he walk into his palace to freshen up because he has became too weak
In the next day after he arrived many were curious to know where the Emperor has headed to but for the injection of his order, he called a family meeting together in the dining room.
They all sat on each chair in a big family hall, the center table was made with a modern transparent glass, everyone in their royal robe, "now I called this meeting" he spoke calmly and slowly, "I want to explain to you why Buffalo's symbol is inherited in our kingdom"
A small kid raised up his hand and tell the Emperor he knew everything about it, but who would be this child as everyone stared....
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