Chapter 3: IMIRIM KAFA
"Ouch! My head!" My moan holds my head.
My vision is a little blurry, but it's getting better. Still in the same position and condition. That voice is still ringing in my mind. But the sound was not as painful this time as the first impact.
Poki kept trying to pull me, who was lying limply on a dry leaf field. Jervin, who saw me realize, immediately grabbed my face.
"Are you okay?" His cold, rough hand touched my jaw with an anxious look.
I nodded to dispel his worries.
"I'm grateful!"
"How long have I been unconscious?" I asked as I pushed myself to sit up.
"One hour! Possible?" her skeptical answer did not calm my heart.
I stood up, strengthening my legs, and invited Poki to come back because I felt that Grandma had come. Waving at each other, I left Jervin in the middle of the forest and dashed straight for the house.
"Grandma, I'm home!" I greeted cheerfully.
Grandma sat down with a sad face, but when she heard me enter, she immediately changed her face to cover her sadness.
"Grandma, what's wrong?" I knelt before him.
The old tears that welled in her eyes did not make her lower the Grandmother's sweet smile. He just took my hand and said.
"Would you like to hear a story?" Her hoarse question made me shudder.
There was no wind or anything else; it was just my feelings that made my heart start pounding.
I was herded through the curtains of my bedroom and tucked into she's lap like a child. She started to talk.
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"In the past, this world was shrouded in dark darkness. Evil, greed, and sin have rampant.
The roar in every city continued to roar. The strong bully the weak, the rich get richer, the poor get poorer, and woman is enslaved by their husbands and only used when needed. If they are bored, they throw them away.
A woman at the end of Jiganski has been abandoned by the consequences of her illness. The woman had been in the garbage dump for several days, weak and poor, and she had nothing to hope for but death.
Footsteps approached her. A group of men picked up the woman, wrapped her in a blanket, and lifted her into a horse-drawn carriage.
"Leave!" Shouted the wagon who spurred his horse.
The sting of the travel chair made her a little conscious; because the despair overwhelmed her, she just resigned herself to what had happened next.
"Miss, are you all right?" A man in a red shirt with a blue kefta sat across from the woman.
Her scent was sweet, her eyes were very black, and her straight hair was black as night. Beside him, an arrogant woman in black clothes and white skin looked at the woman contemptuously while covering her nose.
The woman nodded.
"Thank goodness you're okay. Don't worry, we'll get to my house soon," he said, smiling at the woman.
The woman fell back asleep.
Dak! Dak! Dak!
"Get up!" screamed the woman in black.
The sound of the wood banging deafened the woman's ears, so she woke up from her slumber. When they came down, they were greeted by various kinds of maids.
This is where the woman gets proper help from clothing, clothing and food, a clean place, and others.
Some of them support the woman in black by bullying her.
"What are you doing?" A thunderous rebuke echoed between the walls. Turns out he was with a man with the woman on the train.
Beside her was a stout man with a stern face adorned with gold glitter on his head.
"Forgive us, King!" They immediately rolled over as fast as possible.
The woman was about to follow them but was held back by the man in the blue shirt.
"Come with us!" he asked.
The woman looked into the man's eyes to confirm the meaning of the outstretched hand. But the man thought otherwise.
The King led them into a dark room without a lamp. But at the black end of the room, there was a light that the woman could see.
The woman began to follow the light trail, and without realizing she was led her way out of the room into one of the other rooms.
"It's true what the fortune teller said!" The great-grandson of the King whispered faintly in my ear.
"Great! You are so great!" praised the man in the blue shirt.
Because their conversation was quite awkward, the man spread the atmosphere.
"My name is Yorneth Harm, and this is my father, Fotgalord Harm. We've been looking for you for a long time." The woman just stared blankly at the two of them.
An old woman walked briskly towards them, and suddenly she knelt as if to worship her.
"Finally! ... we have found the key to all the troubles surrounding this land!" The sobs on the woman's feet were quite loud.
So that made the woman gasp.
"Calm down!" the King orders.
Then he walked over to the woman, patted her on the shoulder, and said bluntly.
"Marry my son!"
"Ahhhh!" a shrill voice stifled by surprise by the King's words.
The two turned their gazes to the woman, wide-eyed and open mouths.
"Hmm!" She innocently looked at the prince and nodded.
"Eeee...! Are you serious?"
"What's lacking in her? Are you reluctant to accept it?" asked the King, turning the woman's face.
"That's not what I meant. Why the rush?"
With an arrogant face, the King turned and answered. "Because you're lonely!"
His son was astonished to hear the answer of the King, who seemed to be joking. But even though the prince didn't seem to want it, he loved her at first sight.
The four circled the hidden room that had just been revealed that day. Mountains of gold and legendary weapons scattered around as if the world had gathered sacred treasures in one place.
At the top of the golden mountain was a capsule-shaped glass chest covering a black lump. The woman's eyes flashed at the object; even though she hesitated, she continued to walk.
The center of the black lump twitched as if he was breathing. At the bottom is a gold inscription engraved 'IMIRIM KAFA.'
A foreign sentence he had read in his life. But just reading it made the hairs stand on end.
A creaking sound began to emerge from the capsule, and the capsule's vibration made the room vibrate like an earthquake. When it finished, there was no trace of anything wrong around them, except the woman noticed the disappearance of the black color in the capsule.
On the night of the full moon, Yorneth met the woman before arriving in front of the door room; she was hiding in shame.
His hand carrying the poppy flower with the ring box in his pocket made him uneasy. But a head poked out beside him.
"Ha!" he shouted in surprise.
The woman was also surprised to hear Yorneth's intense scream because she didn't want any misunderstanding. She was pulled in by the woman.
With a flushed face, a pounding chest, and a disheveled expression Yorneth ventured to propose to her again but directly without intermediaries.
He knew while giving flowers, the flower was accepted by the woman, and the prince proudly held out his hand, which was holding a diamond ring front of him.
"W-Would you—marry—with—me?"
Silence. The gust of wind made sense of humiliation begin to appear. The woman did not answer, only when Yorneth looked at her nod.
With joy, he jumped up and down and hugged the woman.
"My son has grown up!" strange whispers from behind the door began to sound.
Yorneth opened the door and found his father and several servants eavesdropping from behind the bedroom door.
"Father!" growled Yorneth.
"Ha ha ha!"
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