Dance With Darkness And Light 33 Moonligh

"You've woken up? How do you feel little brother?"

A familiar voice traveled the room and into his ears, it was none other than Elanar's. Bazuul's mind and facial features blanked for a while before he realized she was also inside the room, sitting by the open study.

It seemed he was already inside the Lumin emba.s.sy. As to how and what had transpired remained unknown to him.

Elanar saw the confusion on his face, she laid down the pen in her hand, stood up from her desk and walked toward him. She explained that his shouting earlier caught her attention. When she looked out of the window to see what the commotion was about, she saw a roughed-up version of him on the ground. Not to mention the immense amounts of blood all around and on him.

She went on and explained as to how he was then carried inside and how one of the elders fed him a medicinal pill. Apparently, the people from the ralunian emba.s.sy had already been informed and should be on their way. Although his body seemed to heal at an above-average rate, she told him that he would have to rest for a couple more days due to his injuries. Thus he would naturally be disqualified from the third trial. Finally, she asked him what had happened.

Bazuul felt something sweet tingle inside his heart and chuckled slightly. Looking at her in his still weakened state, he softly pinched her nose and explained that the rest would not be necessary. That his body's recovery rate would take care of that.

Although his recovery rate would not be as insane as that of the dark fiend inside his inner world, but still enough. He thanked her for the pill, as it was the first time he took such a kind of medicine.

Elanar went from blushing due to his actions to being annoyed that he wouldn't take her advice. That mixture and him once again crossing his boundaries caused her pride to flare up and she prepared to leave the room.

A few steps before the door Bazuul mentioned that it was, in fact, the shadow of the blade that had ambushed him. Causing her to freeze in her steps. She turned around and looked at Bazuul in order to find out if it was the truth.

Bazuul, on the other hand, could only give her a wry smile as he sighed. "Guess they know that I have been the one that killed their men."

Elanar then walked back toward the bed. Her face was covered in several emotions. Most of all, it seemed, she felt guilty. To Bazuul, on the other hand, seeing these kinds of emotions on her, seemed extremely cute. Almost causing his heart to burst.

Bazuul then smiled, telling her that it's not her fault. It was, after all, his choice to help her. He further added several other reasons in order to comfort her.

"Actually, before I was ambushed, I was planning to come to your place because I got something to give you." Bazuul then explained.

Elanar felt a bit better now and was quite curious as to what he wanted to give her.

Motioning for her to come closer, he put his fingers on her forehead and guided some of the remaining moonlight energy inside of him into her.

Cherishing the feeling of the fresh moonlight energy she was clearly dazed for a second. Then she abruptly opened her eyes and looked onto Bazuul in shock.

"How…" She stuttered before Bazuul interrupted.

"There is a lot more still waiting to be transferred to you. Maybe you should go to your elders or the guards and tell them to not disturb us for the time being."

Elanar thought for a bit and once again blushed slightly. It was after all, a bit unbecoming of her to be staying inside a room alone with someone of the opposing gender. Then again, this feeling, this energy, might be crucial for her to breakthrough.

She recovered the bearing of a princess and abruptly asked him. "Why?"

"Because it's yours, to begin with," Bazuul said seriously.

Even though she didn't understand what he meant by that, seeing his earnest expression, and of course the benefits she would gain, she nodded in agreement.

She rushed out of the room and informed the elders to not disturb them. Leaving the elders sitting there with complicated expressions and kind of sh.e.l.l-shocked. This was their first princess after all, should anything untoward happen, the king would not only have their heads but also the heads of their loved ones.

Elanar then returned to the room Bazuul was in several minutes later.

Bazuul already sat cross-legged in a s.p.a.cy area next to a window. Once she entered, he motioned for her to come closer and instructed her how to sit in front of him. After she did so, he said, "Now put your hands out and connect each of your fingertips with mine. Afterward, we will have to adjust and synchronize our breathing."

Even though she nodded and did exactly as Bazuul instructed, she felt like an oven as her face blushed beet red again. Aware of the fact that he often crossed his boundaries and had touched her a couple of times already. That, after all, was his doing. This time though, it was out of her own volition.

With a lot of willpower, Bazuul ignored the blush on her face, thus also the wish to further tease her and said.

"Once we have reached the perfect point of synchronicity, I will send all of the energy into you. When that moment comes - you'll feel it - completely focus on controlling all the incoming energies inside your inner world and let me do the rest."

Once again she was shocked at what he said. An inner world was extremely rare and if someone had one, then it was the deepest secret an individual could have.

Bazuul smiled lightly, lifted one of his hands and said,

"No worries, all information about you is nowhere, within all the myriads of worlds, safer than with me. May the heavens strike me down if I divulge even a word of it."

After a moment of hesitation, and after seeing Bazuul casually make a heavenly oath, she nodded. A heavenly oath was, after all, no joke. The lucky ones that broke their oath would simply die. Most though would have their souls shattered, thus forever unable to be part of Samsara's Wheel.

Closing her eyes, she put her hands on his and felt several different sensations. One of them was the heat coming from him, as the impression of every ridge on his hand slowly visualized inside her mind. Her heartbeat had long accelerated and her breathing became irregular.

"Focus!" Bazuul reminded her. Which shook her out of her reverie. Taking a peek at him, she saw that his face had become quite rosy, to say the least. A smile edged around her lips before she took a deep breath and refocused. Slowly both drifted into a higher state and initiated the process of their dual cultivation.

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Meanwhile, Bazuul's uncle, Field Marshal Faolan. His two brothers, Kuzan and Karon, and some elders reached the entrance to the emba.s.sy of Lumin. Their expressions were grim since none of them knew the true condition of the fourth prince.

The same guards that stood in front of the gate when Bazuul wanted to enter, were still standing guard.

When they sighted the group that came toward them, both felt quite anxious. They had been informed that a delegation from the ralunian kingdom was on their way. Due to the first princess's reaction earlier that day, they could also guess the ident.i.ty of the roughed up youngster now.

When the group finally stood in front of them, a very familiar and a monument of a figure came up to them and asked with a rugged voice and stern expression.

"I've been informed that my nephew has been severely injured and is currently inside your emba.s.sy. If you wish to see another day, I'd advise you to let us trough!"

Both guards shuddered. Not only because of the intense and oppressive aura. Also not because of the threat to their lives. No. He called that boy his nephew. They knew the ident.i.ty of this person in front of them. Every warrior within the Seven Kingdoms knew the name and deeds of this legendary figure. The Guardian of the Arch. Field Marshal Faolan, the brother of King Varanur III, the king of Ralun. Which would suggest that teenager was a prince of Ralun.

Suddenly they could feel trouble ahead of them that would transcend death.