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Adam Megami, (epic fantasy book 1)
THE PRINCE'S VICIOUS PLAN.
Prince Kenunz Angler walked briskly toward the king's chamber, a scowl etched on his face. As he approached the door, he came to an abrupt halt, took a deep breath, then entered the room.
Inside, he turned his sour expression toward the two guards who stood at attention, flanking the door.
"Do you plan to stand there forever?" Prince Kenunz snapped.
The guards shuffled out without a word, leaving Kenunz alone with his thoughts. He stalked into the king's chamber and crossed to the royal bedside.
King Barnaba's illness had confounded even the most learned of the kingdom's sages and healers.
Prince kenunz stood at the bedside, feeling helpless and despondent.
Even the kingdom's most renowned diviner, Gentus Angler,stood at the other side far from the king's bed, his brow furrowed in consternation.
Gentus stood tall and proud, his dark skin glowing in the sunlight. His white cloth was like a shining beacon, accentuating the majesty of his presence. His eyes were deep and piercing, and his face held the weight of a thousand years of history. His voice was like a great bell, echoing through the halls of the throne room. His words were like an ancient prophecy, telling of a time long ago and yet to come.
King Barnabas' skin was withered and wrinkled, a testament to his many years of rule.
He had been ruling the Dromalian kingdom for over a hundred years, bringing together the Angler and Megami clans under one banner. He had seen the kingdom grow and prosper, and he had been a strong and just ruler.
He had once been a strong and imposing figure, but now his age had caught up with him, and he looked every bit the frail old man that he was. His hair was white as snow, and his eyes were dull and clouded.
Meanwhile, Prince Kenunz, the heir to the throne, was tall and light-skinned, his golden hair cascading down his back. He wore a crown of gold, adorned with sparkling gems, and his royal robes were made of the finest silk, shimmering in the light. He walked with the confidence of one who was born to rule, his gait strong and steady. But beneath his regal bearing, there was a darkness that lurked in his heart, born of the hatred between his clan and the Megami clan.
But before Barnaba became the king, the hatred between the Angler and Megami clan had not been alleviated.
Queen Elina, the wife of King Barnaba, was a woman of light. Her pale skin was like a beacon of hope, and her blonde hair was like a halo of glory. Her eyes were as blue as the sky, and they held the promise of a better future.
A few days before King Barnaba fell ill, Queen Elina embarked on a journey to the distant realm of Derim kingdom which had been long and
treacherous, but Queen Elina had finally arrived at her destination. The island was wild and untamed, with dense forests and towering mountains that seemed to reach up to the sky. The Queen and her guards had arrived at the capital city, where they were greeted by the king of Derim kingdom and his court.
Inside the king's chamber the commotion erupts as Prince Kenunz's hand balled into a fist, and he glared at his father on the bed in defiance.
"Why don't you relinquish this wretched kingdom in peace, Father?" Kenunz said. "Let me rule this anguished kingdom in your stead. I will create a paradise of justice and prosperity."
Gentus was taken aback by Kenunz's insolence toward the king.
"You must show your father more respect, Prince Kenunz," Gentus said in a stern tone. "You're behaving like a petulant child."
"Silence, you wizened old fool!" Kenunz retorted. "I command you to be still!"
"My son and heir, the future ruler of Dromalian '' the king croaked, his voice hoarse with worry. He grasped Kenunz's hand in a feeble, trembling grip.
"Why don't you have love and respect for your own father? You must take more care with your actions. Calm yourself."
He coughed and winced in pain, his face contorting with discomfort.
"Why should I?" Kenunz's voice rose to a shout. "Tell me, Father - why should I respect you when you have been so feeble and ineffective as a king?
__ You have coddled the Megami clan in this Dromalian kingdom, given them everything they ask for, and yet they care nothing for your well-being.__ he paused for a second while pointing at his father.
"You allowed them to worm their way into our kingdom, into our trust," Kenunz accused, his voice trembling with fury.
"And all because of that traitorous fool, Lord Azreth, who you appointed as your guardian."
"Enough, Kenunz!" Gentus interjected. "You do not understand the history between your father and the Megami clan, and they had nothing to do with the king's illness. You have to give me the reason why you abhor Lord Azreth and his Megami clan.
"The Megami clan has been a part of this kingdom's history for generations, " Gentus continued, "They have built many magnificent towers that stand as a testament to their skill and power," Gentus said, his voice resounding in the throne room.
"They have not only served our kingdom with their skill, but they have also defended it with their lives....
Prince Kenunz Angler walked briskly toward the king's chamber, a scowl etched on his face. As he approached the door, he came to an abrupt halt, took a deep breath, then entered the room.
Inside, he turned his sour expression toward the two guards who stood at attention, flanking the door.
"Do you plan to stand there forever?" Prince Kenunz snapped.
The guards shuffled out without a word, leaving Kenunz alone with his thoughts. He stalked into the king's chamber and crossed to the royal bedside.
King Barnaba's illness had confounded even the most learned of the kingdom's sages and healers.
Prince kenunz stood at the bedside, feeling helpless and despondent.
Even the kingdom's most renowned diviner, Gentus Angler,stood at the other side far from the king's bed, his brow furrowed in consternation.
Gentus stood tall and proud, his dark skin glowing in the sunlight. His white cloth was like a shining beacon, accentuating the majesty of his presence. His eyes were deep and piercing, and his face held the weight of a thousand years of history. His voice was like a great bell, echoing through the halls of the throne room. His words were like an ancient prophecy, telling of a time long ago and yet to come.
King Barnabas' skin was withered and wrinkled, a testament to his many years of rule.
He had been ruling the Dromalian kingdom for over a hundred years, bringing together the Angler and Megami clans under one banner. He had seen the kingdom grow and prosper, and he had been a strong and just ruler.
He had once been a strong and imposing figure, but now his age had caught up with him, and he looked every bit the frail old man that he was. His hair was white as snow, and his eyes were dull and clouded.
Meanwhile, Prince Kenunz, the heir to the throne, was tall and light-skinned, his golden hair cascading down his back. He wore a crown of gold, adorned with sparkling gems, and his royal robes were made of the finest silk, shimmering in the light. He walked with the confidence of one who was born to rule, his gait strong and steady. But beneath his regal bearing, there was a darkness that lurked in his heart, born of the hatred between his clan and the Megami clan.
But before Barnaba became the king, the hatred between the Angler and Megami clan had not been alleviated.
Queen Elina, the wife of King Barnaba, was a woman of light. Her pale skin was like a beacon of hope, and her blonde hair was like a halo of glory. Her eyes were as blue as the sky, and they held the promise of a better future.
A few days before King Barnaba fell ill, Queen Elina embarked on a journey to the distant realm of Derim kingdom which had been long and
treacherous, but Queen Elina had finally arrived at her destination. The island was wild and untamed, with dense forests and towering mountains that seemed to reach up to the sky. The Queen and her guards had arrived at the capital city, where they were greeted by the king of Derim kingdom and his court.
Inside the king's chamber the commotion erupts as Prince Kenunz's hand balled into a fist, and he glared at his father on the bed in defiance.
"Why don't you relinquish this wretched kingdom in peace, Father?" Kenunz said. "Let me rule this anguished kingdom in your stead. I will create a paradise of justice and prosperity."
Gentus was taken aback by Kenunz's insolence toward the king.
"You must show your father more respect, Prince Kenunz," Gentus said in a stern tone. "You're behaving like a petulant child."
"Silence, you wizened old fool!" Kenunz retorted. "I command you to be still!"
"My son and heir, the future ruler of Dromalian '' the king croaked, his voice hoarse with worry. He grasped Kenunz's hand in a feeble, trembling grip.
"Why don't you have love and respect for your own father? You must take more care with your actions. Calm yourself."
He coughed and winced in pain, his face contorting with discomfort.
"Why should I?" Kenunz's voice rose to a shout. "Tell me, Father - why should I respect you when you have been so feeble and ineffective as a king?
__ You have coddled the Megami clan in this Dromalian kingdom, given them everything they ask for, and yet they care nothing for your well-being.__ he paused for a second while pointing at his father.
"You allowed them to worm their way into our kingdom, into our trust," Kenunz accused, his voice trembling with fury.
"And all because of that traitorous fool, Lord Azreth, who you appointed as your guardian."
"Enough, Kenunz!" Gentus interjected. "You do not understand the history between your father and the Megami clan, and they had nothing to do with the king's illness. You have to give me the reason why you abhor Lord Azreth and his Megami clan.
"The Megami clan has been a part of this kingdom's history for generations, " Gentus continued, "They have built many magnificent towers that stand as a testament to their skill and power," Gentus said, his voice resounding in the throne room.
"They have not only served our kingdom with their skill, but they have also defended it with their lives....
