‘The Pact’

From the sacred throne made of the most unknown rare stones, she rose upon hearing the Earth aching for her protection. The rays of the sunset touched her existence as soon as the wall separating her haven from the rest disappeared.

Her eyes landed on the individuals earnestly uttering their prayers, looking at her as if she had descended from above as the answer to their invocation the soonest she opened them.

“That’s the Queen—it’s our Queen!” one exclaimed in awe and stumblingly took off his footwear and humbled himself by going to her and touch her feet with his forehead.

“Oh, great heavens, we offer you our lives for hearing us today,” some blurted out in relief.

“How sure is he that she is the Queen?” others wondered in confusion.

“Do we even have one?” a few whispered.

“We don’t know. No one of us had seen her before.”

Buzzing echoed as they still wonder who she is and where she has been the whole time if she is indeed the queen. Certainly, she has always heard their summons, their cries for help, blessings, and grace. She is aware that on some occasions, they have doubted her presence. That she might have already abandoned her reign. She certainly did, but their need for her this time has forced her to finally aid them. Innately, she showed herself.

“But he, who has always been there throughout the days and nights, guarding her shrine this long, surely knows her with no doubt,” an anchorite meddled, holding tightly to his crane as he walked slowly, heading to their crowned maiden.

“But that guardian is blind! How can he possibly be sure that she is Her Majesty The Queen?” the nymphs behind him mumbled.

“That is why he knows her. Have you forgotten? Not even one of the dwellers of this forest have ever been born blind, for we are blessed with perfection. That is what our scripture says on its first page,” he confidently replied, referring to the tome placed in the middle and dark part of the forest. “But the one who has sworn that he will pledge his loyalty solely to her, to make the ancient goddesses entrust her safety to him until she gets awakened, is an exception. To gain their approval, he had willingly offered his eyes in exchange for their divine trust. For Her Majesty is not allowed to love and be loved by any man, he had to make sure to keep his sight out of her presence in flesh.”

Looking at her conscientious servant, she gazed at his eyes and felt pity for the guardian. And yet, the integrity, pride, and contentment shown in his face is evident enough to make anyone understand that he is beyond honored to be granted the noble task.

“As the ever powerful amongst the kingdoms of nymphs, mightiest amongst the race of fairies, as your sovereign goddess both in the lands of humans and pixies, heavens, and seas, I am now calling you, my gems. Please heed to my enchantment! Give no pity to these sacrilegious beings!” her voice roared, making every creature in her realm feel the need to hide from her sight.

On her palm are the gems of nature, that listens to no one but to her commands alone. The source of everything that only her can control.

All at once, even the other beings lurking in the forest went down to the ground and paid respect by kissing the dirt beneath them; landed on the branches and spread their wings as they bow; stopped from their hunt and sat down, with their heads leaning down. The grasses stopped swaying despite the wind is blowing angrily; the vines started to crept towards the exit and climb the wholeness of the place; and the trees grew taller, enough to cover the scenery inside its nest.

“Fear not, for as long as I am here, not a single calamity should happen.” She walked down the aisle, everyone is bowing their heads as they give her admiration and praises.

Two stamps of his spear and the man standing proudly a few steps behind her swung his sword, to which made them feel ashamed of themselves upon knowing that he was the legendary warrior. He took a deep breath and in his battle cry tone, he pointed his historical blade to the sky and split the thick cloud in two.

Suddenly, he changed into the man he used to be: wearing his warrior suit and looking truly brave and trustworthy.

“As the lone guardian survivor of the last war between all the mightiest, who has earned the blessings of them to look after of then is yet to be chosen The Queen as they put peace after the long fight. I, Knight Arch, equal to Heaven’s light and roar, to Earth’s wrath and Sea’s rancor, however somber compared to Her Grace, who is far brighter than the torch above—for without her, I will not exist, pledging my loyalty once again to Queen Wleinzthia! Whoever will make Her his enemy will be my enemy as well. My power, sword, and life is hers, and I am more than willing to slay anyone who would dare to declare a war against My Queen!”

Surely, the terror he brought to them is nothing compared to hers. But still, his vow is something anyone should be afraid of before thinking about going against The Majesty. True as he has claimed, the heaven aired thunders while throwing lightning; the ground shakes fiercely, that they are all forced to stay down; and the birds restlessly sing their frightful hymn—an indication that the seas are sending huge waves to the land.

“Oh, hail you, Queen Wleinzthia. Long life to you, Your Majesty,” they uttered in unison and fear.

The royalty then stands by the entrance of the majestic hall, her eyes are glowing while she surveys the land from afar; watching the extent of her domain, how secured it is under her fearful yet enveloping care.

“I, your Queen, shall bear the responsibility of keeping you all unharmed, as this is the life given to me in my second birth. Not even a beast on par with me can make me abandon my sworn oath.”

A blinding light stretched out to the ground as a barrier of protection held it away from the outsiders attempting to set foot on their land. Just then, the assuring peace touched everyone, letting them know that they had nothing to get to worry about.

A cold breeze whistled, making the rest feel her coldness. She turned around to go back to her seat, where she has stayed, dwelling on for an eon-long death-like sleep. But even before she could sit down, one of her people came forward and kneeled in front of her.

“What shall we do with them, My Queen?” the guardian knight inquired.

A smile crept on her lips as her menacingly presence frightened even those who have not seen her yet.

“We, have been patient enough to always let them live even after pestering us for decades after decades, and centuries after centuries. For that long while, our ancestors were the ones who gave them respect, though compared to us, they are nothing but just lowly creatures and mongrels.” She faced them while her eyes were glistening deadly. “Bring me their leader and I shall let them see that our kin’s kindness doesn’t work for your Queen!”